Archive for July, 2012

Poem: La Cosecha de Manzana

Posted: July 29, 2012 in Uncategorized

This evening was awesome after dinner. I took my hijitas down to the arbolera to pick a few manzanas verdes. First I picked up Esperanza on my shoulders and she picked apples de un arbol que tiene a lo menos de 60 años. Then, as we were going to take Isabella to pick apples from a younger arbol, all four of us stopped to pet my primo’s caballo, el Stumpy. Both Amanda and Esperanza feed him a few apples. Isabella was afraid to feed the horse.

We then went to the arbolito and Isabella filled her bucket de manzana. I took pictures of my hijitas with their first apple harvest. I am now more motivated to have my arboles pruned this winter and get then healthy and producing the manzana they produced when I was a chavalito. It’s days like today that make life worth living. I love my two beautiful hijitas and my honey bunny, Amanda. It was a blessed afternoon. Gracias a Dios y a la Alta Piedad pot las bendiciones. Gracias a Dios a Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe y a San Antoñio de Padua, milagroso.

Poem:

La Tarde Perfecta
(c) Angelo J. Sandoval
July 28, 2012

La tarde estuvo perfecta
mis hijas, amante y yo
cosechando manzanas en nuestra arbolera
Esa tarde, enseñando las
tradiciones y costumbres de
nuestros antepasados
a mis hijas.
Las sonrisas de mis hijas
cuando en mis hombros o
en mis brazos
splash cosechando manzanas
manzanas de una arbolera
viejita y antigua
Los seniors dando la fruta
que nos dejaron nuestros antepasados.
La manzana silver
y sabrosa
recuerdos de un tiempo
puro y inocente
viendo a mis hijas
con she cubetitas llenas
de manzana verde
splash sonriendo con su cosecha
Me acuerdo declassified dias cuando
de joven andando pot esta misma
arbolera robando la manzana
porque en said dias, yo no tenia una arbolera.
pasando una tarde tan perfecta
con mis hijas y amante en la cosecha
de manzana.
Dandole manzanas con gusanos al caballo
mis hijas con sonrisas
mas grande que las montañas vecinas
La tarde perfecta
mi familia y yo
pasando la tarde en la arbolera
arbolera viejita y antigua
enseñandonos que ella
mantiene las estorias y los cuentos
familiares de Cordova.
Estos arboles, son la fabrica
reckon que era Cordova
en aquellos dias de inocencia
Mis hijas,
por un momento, llevadas
a in tiempo puro y inocente
cuando la cosecha era sagrada
cuando la cosecha era parte de la vida
cuando la tierra era la vida
cuando las aguas de las acequias
    eran las aguas de vida.

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It was surely a wonderful day with my family. My daughters enjoying time with their daddy picking apples from trees that have been around for many decades. Those trees carry the history of Cordova alive.

This event was held in Española, NM at Northern New Mexico College. From more information please visit http://www.sostengalavida.com.

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Her mother prayed pleading with the heavens to save her daughters soul….
woman/child primping
for a night out Ignoring disapproving glances
As she bathed in perfumed soaps and painted her pale lips bright red. devout Catholics
Kneeling at altars
filled with lit candles, saints, and despair…

Fear and Catholic guilt
tugging at her heart
As she arrived
at a small bar
Where sinners gathered
during lent
Tables sticky with stale beer,tears and lost chances.
Music screaming over laughter,petty fights and drug induced serenity.

A Handsome man takes her hand Asks her to dance
With hands on her hips
careful guiding
something she knew long ago

In his arms their bodies swaying to the music moving like flames of eternity.
Holding her close Like any lover could
Looking deep in her eyes, burning her soul exposing vulnerability Whispers of sweet lies filled her head. Enticing sin.
taking her in as she
wondered about a God
who never came to save her
never heard her pleas…
Wondering Why?
She danced with the devil….

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Photos courtesy of Campana de Esperanza Fotography. Available for purchase at http://instacanv.as/el_jello

Poetry Photo Prompt

Posted: July 5, 2012 in Uncategorized

I submitted the following photos to http://www.mywordwizard.com for there photo poetry prompt. It was an honor for Mywordwizard to feature my photos in the poetry prompt section. The following photos have been selected. The photos have the txt prompt on it. Hope you enjoy. Also, photos minus the txt are available for sell at http://instacanv.as/el_jello

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Poem: Luna de Marzo

Posted: July 2, 2012 in Uncategorized

(c) Angelo J. Sandoval
7-1-12

en aquellos dias de mi joventude
la luna subia sobre mi querido pueblito
durante semana santa
cuando llegava la luna de marzo
llena y brillante
parado a fuera de la Morada
se oyen los llantos de los hermanos
rezando los alabados
alabados, las oraciones y poemas
que nos dejaron nuestros antepasados
los ancianos, maestros de estas poemas
estas oraciones
los alabados.
sale la visita, los hermanos dos en dos
los rezadores rezando el alabado
la luna llena y brillante
dando luz al camino a la iglesia
por las calles y callejones de
mi querido Pueblo se oyen los
llantos de los penitentes
rezando los alabados
dando honra a nuestro Señor
la luna de Marzo
con su belleza
iluminando el camino del pecador
el camino a la salvacion
se oyen las vices de nuestros
antepasados, cuando responden
des pus de cada verso del alabado.
la luna ilumina el camino
el camino de vida

se its en la distancia el llanto del Alabado.