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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

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