Pedro Tejada

Pedro Tejada Poems

I can't stand the restlessness any longer!
If I were wearing a 19th century hairdo,
it would look like a haystack by now!
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3.

Roses ride
'round the running romance
of resonance and rhythm,
reducing rulers
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The last dropp of fuel
has vanquished within the fog
of vacuous steam,
and the words are asphyxiated
...

I wish I could drive a fossilized Cadillac
right through an arid desert
in the middle of Arizona
so my desolation can have its own landscape.
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I stood there like a dropp of water
as you savagely tore my very last shred
of ill-fated dignity,
as you so cunningly blared through
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Without the love of poetry,
were it not for the words ricocheting
from the nests in my soul
to the white paper sky,
...

As the exhaust spewed its mourning glum
onto the whimpering porcelain snow,
the chauffeur looked up and desperately prayed
for an Academy Award winner.
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The elegant madwoman with a golden valor.
Louder than the falling trees
stumbling everywhere around her feet!
The spiritual mother, everyone's empress,
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There
Is
A
Fly in my drink
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Life is a French movie scene
With characters skipping down the street
Passing pastry shop after pastry shop
And whistling to their own beat
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First days of autumn
Cascading tranquility
Love stands at its peak
...

I don't know when I became a one man island,
isolated even from the best of me.
All I remember is a need to touch society.
I yearn to hear a voice soothe my mind.
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14.

Are you listening, God? !
Are you ready for the satisfaction of this moment?
Well, get ready for me to say this...I'm done fighting
I'm more scathed than the chip on an extremist's shoulder
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It's such a tragic statistic
when the last thing on earth
that approaches your face
is a patch of brown grass,
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I am the greatest anomaly of my generation,
nimbly rummaging through the annals of my wit
with a current of charm running through my teeth,
inspiring all to transcend their surroundings
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Dotted lines prance in the middle of their beds at home.
They always seem to say the same things
while conversing on the corner of Easy Street.
'Nothing is satisfying.
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Please pull your pants towards the floor, my dear.
Let me handle that meat lying on the full-size bed.
Don't be timid-we're all premature adulteresses in this room.
Johnny, come quickly towards my sighing need.
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I have sent a request
to all the white cone clad
twiddling their thumbs with menace
and hunting for their latest scapegoat
...

Again and again and again and again,
yet another 'etc.' sealed onto the end
of a line I was sure would cut off continuation
someday.
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Pedro Tejada Biography

I'm pretty much a misanthropic person, and the people I do like/love are called 'exceptions'. So to be able to step into a world where all the humans are replaced by metaphor, words, expression, catharsis, and imagery is quite possibly the greatest discovery I've ever made. In a nutshell, I adore poetry.)

The Best Poem Of Pedro Tejada

Ma I'M Gay

I can't stand the restlessness any longer!
If I were wearing a 19th century hairdo,
it would look like a haystack by now!

It sickens me, how they avoid me.
It's because I'm not fabulous enough, girrrl.
I don't don't emanate ferocity like those glowing sequins...
I mean, seriously, if you're gonna
rob this country of its morals,
you must do it like a diva all the way through-

So you're not a flighty Nancy Boy.
A maricon.
That's not how your Dominican father raised you!

You were expected to ripen and rot as qucikly
as the ideals we so cautiously laid upon you,
and you look like you've basically entered adulthood,
that nice stage where you're your own mortified audience.
'He's a filthy motherfucker'
turns to
'I would make a horrid boyfriend, '
'I'm unique' becomes 'I'm hideous, '
and your cuts for pain release
are now for your hatred at the flesh gawking lazily below you.

This, my child, is opening the doors to your heart.
Never thought it'd be such a pigsty, that's for sure.
When it reaches years of pretending not to have one,
it's bound to happen.

Done with freshman year at college,
and you've finally reached puberty!

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