Friday, November 27, 2015


Dark Soliloquies 

I don’t care
what you’ve got
in store for me
my dark friend.

Whatever it is 
let it out
but do it 
in silky notes
filled with
sweet overtones 
brought home
from the fields
of hard-working
brown hands
toiling in 
the alturas 
of Chiapas
in the foothills
of Nicaragua
in the highlands
of Colombia  
in the fields 
of Malawi 
and in exotic 
Ethiopia and 
Sultry Sumatra.

Whisper softly
in my ears
so only I 
can hear 
what it is 
that you 
have for me

Give it to me 
sip by sip
so I can
taste the full
flavor of all
you can tell 
don’t hold 
back or fret
trust me
I can take 
the heat.

Don’t think
I don’t recognize 
the countless
times you have
been tolerant
and dependable
as my confidant
indulging but 
never divulging  
my daily rants
and soliloquies
on life, love, poetry
and philosophy
on inner peace
and the art of war
and the dogmas
of world religions
and the endless
ambitions and greed 
of the wealthy 
upper class 
our planet.

So let all
the hidden 
skeletons out
I am ready
for your sweet
and sour
pungent quips 
and quotes
and admonitions.

So here’s to you
sweet embracing 
steaming hot 
and stimulating
cup o’dark
let your light 
shine on me today.

© 2015 jjméndez

Thursday, November 19, 2015

MEN ON THE MOON by jjméndez

Men on the Moon

Back in ‘69
We were there
In the street corner
Roosting like crows
All dressed in black.  

We hanged low
Near the candy store 
Next to the red fire
Hydrant just in case
The night got excited
And we needed to cool down
Our urban hormones stashed 
In the breast pockets
of our three-quarter length 
Suede leather coats.

We were there… lost in our youth.

We looked at the stars and tried
to imagine ourselves as the spacemen 
Who took giant steps to stake
Our American flag in the moon. 

But all we could see was old 
Uncle Sam looking for bait 
To send to Hamburger Hill 
Where bombing and shelling
Raged in full force without pity…

If you happen to pass
By our corner tonight
Make it all the way
To the tattered stop sign
Bring a brown-wrapped bottle 
Of juice and some squares
We got the light and the latest
soul hits playing on the transistor radio.

The night is still young
 And we have…   All the time in the world.

© 2015 jjméndez

Saturday, November 14, 2015

WINGS OF PROMISE by jjméndez

          Wings of Promise

Crispy sun-drenched autumn wafers
Some dressed in gold and lime-green
Others shine in red and copper hues
And a few showcase their inky prints
Fluttering like geese into the blue, they
Wave good-byes to a dying mother tree.

Spiraling on their way down… a few
Red rebels take to sudden heights
And hop the chilled November gust
In hope of landing in the wide open
Veins of a thirsty riverside promising
A chance to breathe another brand of life.

In the darkened mountain top
A tired aging sun is also going down
And turns his head to take another glance
At the twirling featherweights drilling   
Through the air and scrambling
For a final place to end their flight.
© 2015 jjméndez