POEMS
The Yellow Name
A Collection of Poems
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By Yahaira Muyea Tarr
Preface
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We
are joined by a common urge to relay messages: biologically, physically, verbally, now digitally...dare I say telepathically.
I dedicate this to the necessity of public offerings.
I learn through viewing humans and my life objectively.
I flex between entropy and discipline.
I find that there is a large crowd of permanent students among me as well.
As I continue speaking to you, I am speaking to myself, almost always.
More and many to come in the spirit of service.
Documentation
Down the spiral wooden stairs
In the basement of the Rivera residence
Exists a mark where I am 3 years old
This montage of memories won't remind you of puerto rico
Or the 80s
Or even the early 2000s
Though those times are flashed in the capture of the piece
It connects my heart to remember that Mami Mama once turned 40
The same age her nieta (granddaughter), my mom, thrives in currently
While I look at pictures of Mami, the oldest in her crew of cousins
The collage shows me right below that it was a role i soon filled too
My generation added Tarr, Lopez, Ramirez and Florez
Each image layed together glues our hearts home every reunion
I pray to save images as memories ‘for I go
Mindful Breathing
The time I taught myself to breath
Did I ever do it before?
All prior hardships,
never burdened my lungs
As I dream awake
Sentences I have never met begin to form
And when i began to breathe through each
Interaction, phrase formation, solid moment,
the day began to feel like many days
More meaning and purpose full
When sifting reality my frequency is determined my will to discern
Hold on -- inhale
Let go -- exhale
Within this exercise that belongs to you and me we are sharpened
to:
Watch twice as hard
Listen double the message
Speak a whole with half of the words.
Religion
Claiming my God Black
One which spreads wide across
Omniscient,
Of sixth sensient streams
genderless, formless, bound to no planet nor mass of land
The energy wave that spins my earth
And any all more
And any all less
Higher me
Shapeshifting
God as my personalized consciousness
a deity of reflection
Spans of mass I have imagined
In this fleshly me made perfect
And my spirit feels God Grander
God the spirit of your God plus mine
And any all
from any time
Combined
Connected by the mind to Co create
Some of us are chewing and producing
Some of us crave indigestible product
Documentation
Down the spiral wooden stairs
In the basement of the Rivera residence
Exists a mark where I am 3 years old
This montage of memories won't remind you of puerto rico
Or the 80s
Or even the early 2000s
Though those times are flashed in the capture of the piece
It connects my heart to remember that Mami Mama once turned 40
The same age her nieta (granddaughter), my mom, thrives in currently
While I look at pictures of Mami, the oldest in her crew of cousins
The collage shows me right below that it was a role i soon filled too
My generation added Tarr, Lopez, Ramirez and Florez
Each image layed together glues our hearts home every reunion
I pray to save images as memories ‘for I go