Poetry in the Midst

By Christopher Velarde

Welcome to the poetry of Christopher Velarde. Filled with powerful themes, bone crushing emotions, theatric imagery, thought provoking lines, and bold declarations, Poetry In The Midst will leap off the page and capture the part of you that hungers for a deeper connection between yourself and the world you live in, seen and unseen. Travel through Christophers words and let the ink of his pen take you on a journey like none other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469197500

Christopher Velarde

Christopher has an A.A. Degree from the College of San Mateo and will be attending San Jose State University to obtain a B.A. in Social Work so that he may serve the mental health community. Christopher often recites his poetry at Open-Microphone Performances in the local coffee shops of the San Francisco Bay Area. He has been an active member of the Bay Area Christian Church for twelve years. He credits his success in life to God, family, and friends.

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Poetry

in the

Midst

Chirstopher Velarde

Copyright © 2012 by Chirstopher Velarde.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4691-9749-4

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Contents

Life Is Poetry

People

10 Years Old

The Rant Of A Poet

This Man

This Man (2)

Insecure

Right Around The Corner

Staying Clean

Feed Me

Children

Grandma

I Would Be an Ant

Mama

My Sister Is The Sun

Hey Dad

Hey Mom

Up/Down

Audible Meditation

As I Stand In

The Falling Skies

Coffee

Searching For The Coin

Unfelled

Places

The Coffee Shop

Nowhere To Go

Tech City

The Library

Waiting on the Benches

Under The Shadows

What Can Be Said

About This Place?

Up On The Roof

There Is A Garden

The Tunnels

Senses

Music Sounds Like...

Big Fat Man

The Bird Outside

Man In The Moon

The Beat

Waterflow

The Tree

The Pictures of

Music and Dance

Spiritual

Kingdom Glory

Trees Need Company

My Father’s House

God Is Listening

Step Into My Room

God’s Tears

Angel

Men Who Dream

The Sleeper

Better Days

The Promised Land

The Rules

Running From The Light

Christmas and Easter

Spirit Of Power Given

Void Of God

The Observer

War

The Comeback

Fighter

On The Battle Front

Soldiers

Boxer

Army

The Victorious Ones

Love

Friends

Losing A Friend

When Your Woman

Ain’t There

All Over Again

Bonded

Look At Me

Have A Friend

Choosing to Love

Would You Crown

Me Your King?

Be Careful With Love

When Love Passes By

Lovestruck

    Us   

Reflections

Overflow

When Pain Strikes

Soaring

Rage

Run-On Sentence

Simplicity

She Is Poetry

Sometimes I Wonder

Advancement

Thoughts Revealed

Don’t Travel Back

Do These

Connect The Dots

In Time

Patience

    19   

for my Mother and Father

Life Is Poetry

lift one foot from the pair

swing it through the air

make it friends with the ground

bring the other around

with every quiet step

listen for secrets kept

deep inside the earth

mysteries can be heard

calm a darting eye

look not low or high

all around the town

poetry abounds

People

10 Years Old

sliding thoughts back on an old abacus

is the ink jotted journal of childhood memories

the demon that skidded across the playground

thundered like a Mustang GT with a new muffler

he swung from the monkey bars like a gymnast

who never knew walking as a form of transportation

dashing at cheetah speed, this animal kicked only dust

into the air behind his chopping paws

girls batted their eyes at his swag

overalls drooping down in front of his thighs

lion of 6th grade

royalty in cuffed up blue jeans

his ascent to priesthood was quick

the congregation needed his ministry of coolness

on the altar he addressed his citizens

sharing the secrets of his infinite wisdom

he was 10

The Rant Of A Poet

you think me inspired

I’m not

you think me an artist

I can’t draw a word

I don’t know how to rhyme

metaphors? what are those?

but I’ll stop the wind in time

for a kite not to soar

and do such a thing

with my boring pen

because I bite like

a snake snaps at the kite

that just stalled in still wind

so don’t call me a poet

cause my thoughts are dull

my axe is not sharp

I have an empty skull

do you want entertainment?

go to a movie

for ten and some cents

you’ll see true genius at work

one flick speaks more

than a book of my poems

so why do you insist to read?

but since you just did

and I took time to write

make it fun

don’t expect too much

I’ll get the job done

before supper

the whistle that blows through my ears

is sharp and fast

stopping for nothing

moving for no one

I try to grab hold of its wisdom

but is skips by in stealth

If I could only capture an ounce of its sound

my ink would shout from the page and burst your eardrum

making you feel the pain of a poet

that can’t get hold of INSPIRATION

who slipped by in silence

it passes . . .

and my thoughts turn to dust

so I try to hold thunder

a courageous move indeed

the sound shakes down to the marrow of my bones

and poetry is born inside of me

the illumination of my soul is a steady rumble

making the letters of my story sing

as clear as the summer skies

while people clap their hands like trees in the wind

and dancing feet fill the empty streets

I take it