Teachers of Everywhere

Its echo enrages a movement
of youth waves.
Ears are easily shifted by
gestures of hands.
Its wisdom recharges when twenty
something eager eyes beg for learning.
All crave to be as this odd voice,
they are lying if they
call you tight-fisted.
They’re just pretending.
At home they articulate with
your murmur,
moving their hands
becoming the parallel image of yourself
placing the head inside a book.
The positive door you opened
led them. It was all
worth the pain.

—F.P. @mujerconvoz_poetry

We go through life passing on
knowledge, dreams, and hopes
to those who come after, even
those who can’t see the value
in our experiences. We go
on hoping we save them hurt
and pain, but they push away
finding paths known only to them.
The experiences must be their
own, their life lived, and their
victories and defeats owned.
The pain and beauty when they
leave returns tenfold in love
and pride when they return.

—M R @unclewalt2


Cabeza Hueca

Y lo expresó bajito:

-I don’t visit my grandmother because

she doesn’t have WiFi-

-What a shame!-

I thought out loud.

I made a note in my head:

-Do not visit this cabeza hueca,

she doesn’t have a brain.-

©F.P. – 2015.


I am the Caribbean:

the mixed jungle
the sleeping sunsets of curly hair
Taino’s eyes
Minerva Mirabal
Conquistadora of the impossible
Caña-speaking aloud soul
Another unknown inexperienced poet
Hierro character
and never a follower.
I guess thats too much to handle…


Soy una mujer de boleros, pintura y comida hecha por mis propias manos.

Mis talentos son;

hablar con los ojos y repartir verdades.

Soy lo opuesto a lo común.

¿Quién digo que ser así es malo?

©F.P. – 2015