Duende (Poem)

https://nikkropolis.tumblr.com/post/180369745554/duende


This poem is about one of the creepy stories my mom told me from her youth. She told me she and her older brothers were in their room when her brother Larry (may he rest in peace) was looking out the window and saw their brother Martin. Larry then proceeded to ask Martin what he was doing outside but Martin, who was sitting on the bed, fixing a radio responded “what are you talking about?” All of my mom’s brothers looked outside to see a Martin lookalike but only with sharp teeth and soulless eyes. It was compared to a “duende.”

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The Scarecrow (Poem)

There you are

Close not far

Waiting patiently

To come alive next to me

I had no clue

‘Til I looked at you

An inanimate object come alive

I was lucky to survive

The fear I felt

When I was dealt

Your loathsome stare

I could hardly bare

Knowing you were in the yard

And there was someone I had to guard

She is who I protected

When it was you I detected

When I went to check again

It was like you weren’t there, my friend

I lit my flashlight down the row

And saw a malevolent scarecrow

I don’t know what you truly were

But you shouldn’t be alive, we concur

No one believed me initially

But you were a reality

I’m glad you are gone

Because you’re the type to cause wrong

You aren’t welcomed here

So stay far away, not near


This poem is based on a story my mom told me when she was in her youth. It was night time when she said one of her brother’s friends was outside with my Nana hanging clothes on the clothing line. What had happened was he was playing around with the flashlight and when he lit up one of the poles, there was a scarecrow hanging at the end and looked up at him. They didn’t have a scarecrow in the yard; my mom told me she heard the friend scream and he was legitimately scared. So, I typed up this poem from his point of view based on what my mom told me.

Completed Daughter-Mother Abstract Piece


I love her dearly

She began life inside me

Now walks beside me.”


That was from one of my Haikus that I dedicated to my brat. Here is our completed abstract piece.. it was supposed to be of “Piccorine” but she added her touch to it. No, it’s not the Piccorine drawing I posted last time; she hasn’t and won’t touch that one. Enjoy!

No Ogres, Please (poem)

Ugly ogre

Very vulgar

Very rude

Very crude

Kind of alarming

Not very charming

Must be insane

Feels no shame

For going incognito

To find about me though

So unnecessary

And also scary

That it will pursue

To find out about you

Pretend it’s a female

To get a detail

About who you are

Even if it’s far

It doesn’t understand

That you don’t want it to be your man

Because it is dense

You’ve got to be more intense

About denying

Even if it’s crying

Because no one wants an ogre

Who is too vulgar

To be at their side

Because it lied

Plus it’s hideous

And’ll make you furious

This is the end

Of my watchful friend.


This is just turning a bad experience into something good. About two years ago, a supposed friend who liked me created a fake profile and portrayed himself as a female to see if I liked him, which I didn’t. Before this happened, I saw a few red flags about what a creeper he was but I dismissed them and gave him the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t attractive at all and really did resemble an ogre and was obscene.