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Monday, March 15, 2010

3 faerie tales - Happy St. Paddy's

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“An El Pasoan Irish Tune”


13 March 2010 (TWP)


Chevalterre Nabil


Via KLRabstracts


If I wrote my own Irish tune,


I’d pick up my violin…


And let my fingers


Frolick and dance



While my opposite arm


Summons sounds


By caressing


The instruments’ strings


Via my bow



And the bow’s horse hair


Rides along the chords of


G— D— A— then— E


With ease



In a punk rock sort of way…


And the notes would fly


Like little fae


In a violetic soothing wind



I’d bring friends


To trail with me


With their instruments


Dancing feet


And American-Irish beats.



We’d all stop and chill


At the plaza…


In the middle of the night…



We’d summon our alligator friends to life…


Playing with the fountain water


Maybe on skateboards



And pixies emerging from the trees and park benches


Quite urban the fae ones are


Silver robotic B-boys and B-girls


And the brown, wooden ones


Wakin’ up the town


To rejoice…



Yes, if I wrote my own Irish tune…


That is how it would be


Living peacefully,


In harmony


On this side of the Rainbow bridge


Making our golden music


Dancing to our golden beats and sounds.

“Lucky Un-Strike”


13 March 2010 (TWP)


Chevalterre Nabil


Via KLRabstracts

Downtown, El Paso, TX


2 to 3 a.m.



As I turned the corner


And walked halfway westward


On the block…



The car with the right of way


Stopped in time


As the other car


Turned right in front of it –


Missing it by near inches.



Their light was Green…



Angry Red was the first driver –


I could feel the vibe


Manifesting the red light


To stop and catch the violator



And this prevented me from dialing 9-1-1!



I knew they’d be fine…


And waited for my turns to cross…



And there it was


This little duende


Blending with


the El Paso Times vending box…


Smiling right at me!



Oh yes,


And then I knew for certain


The little ones


Were watching over us.

“In a Maze of Knots”


13 March 2010 (TWP)


Chevalterre Nabil


Via KLRabstracts



I do not know how to draw Celtic knots


Good Lord, I’ve tried!


Those mystically, visual interweavings


I just cannot…



For, if I try


I begin to follow


From what seems to be


The beginning of the path…



Then suddenly an animal…


And adorning dog


Raising its paw…


I shake it


We bow, courteously



But I’m not so blind


Nor is it trained to guide me



We had walked together


For some time



Now I’m at the opposite end


Where there’s a different dog


Laughing at me


Ha! I know…


I’m on the mirrored side


I’ll find my way…



Eck!


I’ve lost my sense of direction


I’m at the heart of a cross
Where blossoms grow,
And my path
I still do not know...
Maybe, had I
Counted my steps
In multiples of seven...

Err... in Japanese?
ichi, ni, and san through nana...

But by then
In this topsy-turvy maze
I guess...
I made it back
To the end...

But in stepping back
Looking at the paper
I've made a big Green mess
of meltic knots...

Heck, I'm not Irish
I'm Mexican-American
dance the can-can


So folksy I am
So instead I crochet.
Oh, my crafty hands...

I crochet in deep, lush green
The way my mom did for me
When I was seven...

Interweaving the yarn
Of 1— 2— 3— 4
Leaves and a stem.

Ha!
Try following that trail,
you Celtic knot!


Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Colored Stupid

"Colored Stupid"
or (Horse of a Stupid Color"
12 Feb '10
by Chevalterre Nabil, via KLRabstracts

They think I'm colored stupid
They think I am insane
I've been cropped up and robbed
quite lengthy will grow my mane!

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Destitute -- defeated
despite my wallet all been bleeded
Vagina all been heal-ed
despite the violators leav-ed

She is alive
But she feels so dead (2x)

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Pathological liars
they talk-talk-talk so much
Oh, won't they just shut up?!
The bunch of... (3x)

Bad business deals
Oh, are they for reals?
with extreme libidos
schmucks stuck in speedos

Buddy Holly glasses
and money up their asses
with one too many credit cards
they think their lives are hard
All full of bullshit drama
cryin' to their mama

Pathological liars
they talk-talk-talk so much
Oh, won't they just shut up?!
The bunch of... (3x)

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Her skin gettin' darker
no she don't look the same
She'd kept her hair much shorter
from having felt so lame...

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Idiots complaining
'cause she's just so conceited
After all...
She gave them each a lot
though it isn't much she's got
And who gives a fuck
if she's got an attitude...
'cause...

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane.

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Chevalterre Nabil poet

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