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Gloria Alcozer I was born Gloria Martinez Alcozer on the; 25 or 26 or it could have been the 16th of September of 1955, there has been some controversy about the exact date but one thing is sure that I was born and that the year was 1955, in the small rural (at least at the time) town of Des Plaines in Illinois. I think I was always a performer and had many imaginary friends. I have written about them and my parent's life struggles to raise and feed nine children. Through their struggles my mother became a migrant farm worker and my dad a travelling electrician and carpenter. In 1963 we moved to Chicago and although it was to have been a positive move - it became the most painful and tearful experience for my parents and many times for their children; first Vietnam which my brother would survive but later lose his son in Iraq, second my dating, a turbulent pursuit of love, and finally my search for love. These are my three poems that give an inner corner to a passing second inside my mind. FALLEN SOLDIERS Dedicated
to Christopher
Alcozer Rush of the wind that hastens from the red sea Carrying the whispers of frantic pleas of lives taken too soon while heart beat ends and hope's decease Their eyes were not ready to close in eternal sleep Nor murmurs silenced into secrecy No one could listen -to their tales of men's depravity and cruelty Silent they became in the twilight of the sea The sea that beckoned them away from the life they had sought to live A life of kindness and humanity Instead they were forced into a world in error-of misery, deception and persecution through death they were told would be the solution And their life they surrendered for another being No claim they have now of their worthy deed They lie in a mass of souls Upon the clouds of warriors that are no more There is no honour amongst those who sped them off To fight a war that was known or understood by none By Gloria Martinez Alcozer MY MAN RANDY Do you know my man Randy? He's the guy who stands real tall He has a voice like Edward G You know the gangster at the mall His face is handsome- eyes are blue that sparkle when he talks to you His body strong - hair wavy brown That he pulls whenever you are not around He appears at my door - practically every night -without much restraint He
demands what he
desires with me
without protest
or whimper Although I might be tired his reaction is just the same With satisfaction he departs he has taken what he sought I am left with all the blame -with little or after thought Not a kiss or whisper or a faint lovers adieu just the linger of his fluids and the marks of bluish bruise Do you know my man Randy? He's the guy who stands real tall But...maybe Randy is not 'really' -..... my man at all By Gloria Martinez Alcozer TOO LONG APART I've searched and cried out to the sky That you would come and stand by my side Will you take my hand and no longer be a stranger? For all discovery is virginal - As you become my lover Can we be what love intended? Can we sing a song together for the heavens? There is no mystery to us The only mystery is that we've been too long apart By Gloria Martinez Alcozer Submission Guidelines: Poems of no more than 30 lines in length each will be considered. Post your poems to Featured Poets, Forward Press Ltd, Remus House, Coltsfoot Drive, Peterborough PE2 9JX (Write your name and address on each piece of work you send) Or email your poems to inbox@forwardpress.co.uk (Enter Featured Poets in the subject line, including your name and postal address) |
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