Garden Of Enlightenment Virtuosos 2019

Yesterday I got some wonderful news.

The 2019th anthology from Late Night Poets contest winners at All Poetry (The web's largest poetry writing group - from beginners to experts).
An amazing production of Jean Fitzpatrick with a pretty amazing selection of poets, including yours truly. ;-)

Yesterday @ AllPoetry

On shelves Now... (Amazon)

Poem 8 contributed with can be found in: https://chris-yellow-writes.blogspot.com/2019/09/she-has-back-bone-like-none.html?m=1

The underachiever

I was told I was smart, 

overflowing with potential, 

If only I worked hard

On the reading dimension. 

I was told I was slow

wouldn't put in the care

Hence my reading blowed

While I was acing math. 

I was told my brain melt

The words into blobs

My memory then tangled

concepts into forms. 

I was told that explained

Why it was so frustrating 

The simplest task, to read

To copy or recite a poem. 

I was told I could head as far

for my awesome little mind 

Working in this tortuous way

Was just as full of shine.

I was told I was too lazy, 

That I let my mind wonder

chosing and focusing never

I wouldn't amount to greatness. 

I was told I'd been banking

All my path on these skills

Soon they wouldn't sufise

To carry me up the hills.

So I have been blamed 

For the continuous waist 

My enhanced head has been 

on my slipery hands. 

Now I find there is a cure

For these flighting thoughts

That it is chemical and dured

All through my stary strolls. 

I am told I'm too insecured,

That I clearly have what it takes, 

If only I'd put in the time

And keep my hand on my breaks. 

Well fuck you all very much, 

Your mountains I breezed by

But you can't see me hike mine

So you all told quite enough!

It is Carnaval

It is carnaval,
Been visualizing it for a month.
Drums are getting loud,
Been gathering stuff from all around.

It is carnaval,
Just some more paint and I'll be done.
Such a growing growl,
And I'll be joining the colored dance.

It is carnaval,
Masked my legs sneak from a skirt,
Wrapped in a cape
my powers won't find their end.

It is carnaval
And for three days I am too tall,
I bend to none,
Without the ruling of this earth.

It is carnaval,
My chest can barely keep up,
Music takes me on,
All year long I am a grown up.

Not today,
 it is carnaval
 and today I find my child.