Love Exudes

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magnolia
love blossoms from the well of one’s soul
fresh like the burgeoning of Spring
a bottomless pit of bliss
fragrant magnolias
intoxicating
a sweet garden
toiled each day
innate
joy
© 2018 Liza Morales
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The Magic of Fingertips

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the human touch, a freeing sensation
skin, conduit
vibrations channel through pores, intercourse
bliss, full of it
there’s something grand in the phenomenon
a lofty feel
authentic and bare, a raw creation
the layers peel
swapping energies for exchange of light
we’re face to face
it’s like the world wraps us in its bosom
a warm embrace
with the stroke of each finger, there’s healing
our touch is medicinal, sound feeling.
© 2018 Liza Morales
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My Budding Soul 23/30

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watch this garden flourish from my soul
seedlings of love embedded in a hole
that’s where magic begins to germinate
and roots of fortitude strive to navigate
like encircling vines that wrap a pole

nurturing the core is my daily goal
and letting go what’s beyond my control
allowing the self to ultimately elevate
..watch this garden flourish

I’ll continue to recover what my demons stole
they tried so hard from keeping me whole
but a soul like mine is not meant to dissipate
stems are strengthened and start to regenerate
to negate everything that’s been a toll
..watch this garden flourish.

©2016 Liza Morales

(Rondeau poetry)

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PONCE MASSACRE 6/30

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unarmed Puerto Ricans, clubbed and shot raw

on Palm Sunday, nineteen thirty seven

blood-covered Ponce, in a screeching caw

unarmed Puerto Ricans, clubbed and shot raw

Since when is a peaceful march against the law?

bludgeoning nineteen people to heaven

unarmed Puerto Ricans, clubbed and shot raw

on Palm Sunday, nineteen thirty seven.

©2016 Liza Morales

(Triolet poetry)

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                               [Photo captured by Carlos Torres Morales on March 21, 1937 and published in El Impartial on April 1, 1937]