Stieve Fernandez
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Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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San Rafael
Springtime! How lovely the rains you bring! Wild weeds cover the fields. Be careful! The bees, they sting! The orchards are come alive! Such aroma fills the air. Sunny days, clear blue skies. Quite captivating the view As thousands of acres bloom Awaken from winters’ slumber, on cue! The peach blossom, pink. The plums, they white. Row upon row, like a chain’s link. The workers out in the fields. Removing excess flowers. With the long handled rakes they wield. I watch them work for hours In their almost mechanical forms. Under the burning sun, hoping for midday showers. With coca leaves stuck in their cheeks. They tirelessly super-human become. Transplanting tomatoes, onions and leeks. The aural magic of the aves. Command the waves of sound. How lovely it is? Ya tu saves! At nights these songs change. As men attend the asado. To me this music ‘s strange. Their beats consumed with dancing! Cumbia, salsa, bachata. Young and old, cheering prancing! How I love Argentina!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Snow
Stop! Look! Cast your eyes There to the north Upon the skies Its demeanor is quite wroth! Clouds speed on by Gloomy! Dark! Snowbird cries The last of the ducks Southerly flies Rather late! These flocks. Clouds speed on by For a moment I, lost Looked away into tomorrow The chilled air brought frost. Migrants from the tropic’s sorrow Clouds speed on by Then! As if out of nowhere A soft brittle flake Interrupted my frozen stare Masses following in its wake Clouds tightly packed, cry! Oh my! To mu amuse Could it really be snow? As if not a moment to loose Flakes wave, the wind blows Clouds dark blanket the sky. My face, the victim of my surprise Pressed against the widow Serenity envelops Earth Sea and skies! Colliding flakes, the street light aglow Clouds dark! Blanket the sky. You ok! Of me, asked she But hears no reply I am enslaved, never again free. My fascination I cannot deny Clouds dark! Beguile my eye. Now an hour hat gone by As did four bottles o’ beer ‘Tis still 4:20 why? Oblivious, without a care. Clouds dark! Slowly die Peeling my eyes from the glass Cough! 4:20 throat dry. Another beer! Drink fast! ‘Don’t worry sledding tomorrow’ sigh! Clouds vanish! Wipe my eyes.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
In memory of Carolann Dudas
Inside My Heart Your Soul Remains Forever Fresh As the Springtime Rains Carolann You Are To Me the World Around your being My Soul Was Curled You Came Into My Life Unexpected Now From This World You’ve Been Ejected The Tears I Cry Forever Will Flow And Where They Fall Shall Roses Grow Never Before Had I Thus Loved I Pray You Dine with God Above How Cloudy My Skies Had Been Before That Day You Entered Through My Door I Wish I Could Turn Back Time And Pause It There When You Were Mine I’m Sure You Were My Angel Sent To Remove From Me Alone’s Torment Today I Feel God Took You Home Though You’re Gone I’m not alone For In My Soul Your Flame Abounds Still Burning Brightly Though You’re Not Around Upon My Heart you’ve Left a Scar And In the Heavens you’ve become a Star Carolann You Were To Be My Wife So I’ll Miss You Till God Takes My Life
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Lovers
What is the moon without its glow? What is the arctic without its snow? What is a serpent that does not slither? What is a flower without its bloom or wither What is a dream that has no meaning? What is a day that lacks an evening? What is a flame who has lost its heat? What is a drum that makes no beat? What is a devil without a hell? What is a rebel who never rebels? What if a dragonfly no longer hovers? Such is this world without its lovers
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Richard Angelou Fernandez
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow Today is the future. With all its love, anger, hatred and sorrow. Today we live in the dreams of yesterday. Today we laugh! Today we cry! Today we pray! Today is all we need to survive. Today is the fire, That keeps us all alive. Today comes a joy we never had. Today there’s a birth. A blossoming mother, crowning a dad. Today a world of possibility awaits. Today I lost my brother, He has found heaven’s gate. Today my hope is frozen deep inside. Today I see memories, Of all the things we’ve tried. Today I will hate for evermore. Today what sadness. Rocks my family to its core. Today’s the day the son doesn’t set. Today harsh words, Are a lifetime of regrets. Today my mother’ soul decays. Today her firstborn, Was taken away. Today my father’s death began. Today he’s lost, His favorite son. Today all anger I must rebuke. Today I became father, To your children, Duke!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Depression
In the corner of a dark gloomy room Depression sings ever so boldly. As she sinks her claws into his soul His destruction she watches quite proudly The dripping sound of his gushing tears His fist pounds the table ‘T has always been his greatest fear ‘No more’ he is unable A loaded pistol, a drunken stare Her charming tone Such words of passion She hints at an escape To a world of perpetual satisfaction ‘No! I cannot do it!’ he says ‘Never will I take such action’ “Just once you’ll see.” “The subtle motion of a finger.” “A last inhale, and it will all be over!” ‘My children, my creation ‘And what of thee?” ‘O! Ye relics of my procreation.’ She weighs him down, like an anchor Her tongue dripping honey Her motives dripping rancor Still she promises Wild flowered fields Picnics, and days ever sunny. ‘Be gone from me, o wretched one!’ ‘I’m drowning in your pain!’ But she replies “you silly boy!” “I bringeth joy, just ask the great Cobain” ‘I can, I will, I must!’ ‘Somehow, someway, I’ll cope!’ “Silly boy you must let go!” “For you there is no hope!” Defiantly he stood Brushing her off his shoulder Then marched across the room As the night grew even colder He opened up a window As the rain descends outside Leaves told where the wind goes Raindrops did their kamikaze dive Assaulting the earth, they pool together Just before they died Depression is not having it She’s rather quite enraged And prepares a fresh attack With a poisoned blade of guilt As she twists her weapon Goring deep, all the way to the hilt ‘It is my fault and this I know’ He shouted to the world outside ‘She, to me not the babies show’ Clawing the window frame His nails chipping into the paint Splinters under his nails, blood flows ‘Come home, I need you so!’
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
My Star
Your eyes be like a diamond With the brilliance Of a thousand facets. Dissolving light Into its varied spectrum The beauty of which one could not forget Your voice transmits a melody Like that which angels play! So potent it invites my joy And my sorrow? Chase away The thought of roaming A beach with you Gives to my life meaning When holding you I pinch myself Thank god I wasn’t dreaming Like an empty shell Sometimes I feel A cold lifeless being My tear drowned eyes Misery ravished heart A recluse, so seldom seen As life without you is Like soup without a bowl To live on only memories Is to have a knife struck Deep into the secrets of my soul. This morning I awoke to singing From New England songbirds Was my first time. Signaling the dawn of a new day And the arrival of spring time ‘Tis another season without you How unlucky could I be? Turning my head to heaven I asked Is there anyone as miserable as me? As electrons set sail Where the solar wind blows Traversing the heavens Destination? None of them knows So too my essence Is catapulted into the ether At thoughts of being reunited Truly nothing could be sweeter Though my last month has been Spent in solitary confinement The solitude I find in you Has been a most profound enjoyment The time we spend together And activities we engage in Have stained my memory Euphoria! If I’m not mistaken Thus to me my baby My whole world you are Should the world prove not big enough! You definitely are my star!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Home
Home is where the heart is. I’ve heard it once said. So my home is lying next to you, Right there on your bed. For you stole my heart away, Over seven years now. Yet I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. Someway! Somehow! As Seasonal rains restores, The damage caused by a drought. So my lease on life is replenished, When your lips press against my mouth! For to me you are, The perfect specimen of the feminine gender. I’m constantly amazed by, Your humility, eloquence and splendor! You fill my thoughts. You haunt my dreams. Reflecting on the past years, The more obvious to me it seems. From the day we met and our destinies crossed. The intertwining of our souls, Was to be the ultimate cost. Though the seasons change, Some friends are gained, And others to time are lost! I will need you still, and this I will. Till death do us part! Yesterday I saw you past me. What devilish tricks you play! For as I reach out to touch you, Like smoke you fade away! So on my knees I fell, Asking my god for guidance. For living without you feels to me, Like torture invented by medieval tyrants! So low my spirit is taken, It seems a deep dark dungeon. Till you speak those words that pick me up And heal me like a surgeon. And so I will take your essence captive, And call you my beau. As I tell you those same words. I love you too!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
New World
Was I wrong to dream? Of a world of peace. Where love forever abounds. And hatred? But cease! A world in which, We all belong, Of grassy fields, And birdy songs. The extinction of orphans, How great it seemed. That never again, an orphan On this world, is to be seen! Still in this dream, I also saw, No whale oil lamps. No dead macaws! No bloody stream, Leading to dead elephants! For the rich had all, Taken heed! That all are poor! Once children bleed! Then who am I, But a brother’s keeper? Yet am I thus? That makes him weaker! Am I the scourge of yesterday? Which consumes life’s essence. And dear souls take away! Doth not my hands make? Great machines of war? Yet I preach peace! One might ask, what for? Oh how I long for the day, When none shall remember, The glories of conquest, And it’s narcissistic splendor! Still in this dream, I saw the past. A time long gone, too long to grasp! There, wealth existed unlike today. In our interactions, our words, And the very games that we play. A time when gold was naught, But a conductor. And diamonds a useless rock! But for mere luster!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Summer Days
As angels fly. Across the sky, And reach their hands out for me. I twist, I turn, Where sunrays burn. The rains shall be there shortly. Such tyranny shown. As shadows thrown, Across the pristine beaches. For pregnant clouds, And thunders loud. Crawl forth from distant reaches. With lightning forms, Come deadly storms. What power fills nature’s prowess! For pretty soon, A brilliant noon, Is replaced by her hydrating process. While sunny skies, Form gleamy eyes, The rains are a beach comber’s torment. While drinking beers, Over sulking cheers, They watch and wait on the torrent. An aromatic breeze, O’er turquoise seas, The storms away it chaseth. Such childish glee, Subdueth me, As time again I wasteth. I’ll end my day, Here where I lay, Blanketed by a golden luminary. Soon sapphire skies, Enchant my eyes, As time she beneath the horizon bury!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
A.L.M
How youthfulness suffers, In the life of he who’s poor. Naiveté and innocence…lost! And will be forevermore. Replaced by poverty’s torment. Depression knocks perpetually at his door! How would you explain? To a child who is hungry. That he shall go without, While his neighbor’s kids…sundry! Why his feet are bare? His back unfurnished with laundry? How he is just as capable, If only on his lessons he’d focus. When at school he is famished. As classmates gorge, like locusts! I’m better off dead! His thoughts sometimes implore thus. For he is a statistic. Bound to be ‘no human involved’! A classification unrealistic! To which a black man’s murder has evolved As black victims of homicide, Become cold cases! Forever unresolved! Considered to be savages. Simply part of flora and fauna. While their Caucasian counterparts. To the country clubs. Wives to the sauna! A scripted wealth divide. The creator of such melodrama! This economical lynching! Exceeds a public death! For a ghost amongst the living Is he who has no fortune! Did Nicola tesla not posses More genius than ‘the best’ Mastered electrical energy! Yet poverty laid him to rest! So why should I aspire, Or dream to acquire greatness? When money is all that counts! The lack of which is my great weakness! Am I not an Einstein? A genius undisclosed? Who could say I am not? When to opportunity, I was never exposed. Where is my people’s, 5 acres and a mule? To us credit is never disposed! Denied access to rule! Why do we get nothing? After giving our everything? Lazy good for nothings! That’s what we are. To those who’s inherited from, Our blood, our sweat and our scars! They say we should forget The torture, murder rape. When the children of the ghetto From poverty shan’t ever escape!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Family Portrait
Today I hugged myself It made me smile so much! For I imagined your smell, While simulating your touch. To you I lied. As you boarded a plane. Promising to come home with you, Oh! The pain. Selene all I ever wanted for you, Was a home. Where we could drive your mom crazy As she complains on her phone Our daily shenanigans, And expression of love Drove her mad jealous, I swear, to every god above! She would have killed me! If she got not a boy! So abracadabra! Here’s Steve-Austin! Her bundle of joy! But as storm clouds roll in, Deeper into depression I’ve sunk. I can only cry. Missing you, Here on this bunk. If guaranteed I could see you, I would walk ten million miles! Eat volcanic rock for breakfast. For dinner? Bathroom tiles! Make snowshoes, From elk bones. With my bare hands, Melt stone! Survive ten heart attacks Pus hypertension! Open wormholes To the fifth dimension Just to give our family portrait, As resurrection!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
