Red Runner, and Other Poems by Teresita Blanco

Red Runner 
by Teresita Blanco

Red Runner,

This gunner

Knows no honor.

Red Father,

He will make

All of you goners.

His aim goes far.

His blows strike hard.

His line of sight will be

Your final mistake.

Oh! Red Gunner,

He will make

Us all goners.

He is my brother,

My friend and only father.

This life grows harder

As his aim grows sharper.

Your final day is today!

Say “hello” to Samael

In Hell!!

Where you will dwell!

Till the end of days…

Body’s Escaped Soul
by Teresita Blanco

This body cannot hold my soul.

He lies trapped, trapped.

This body was born tainted

By this malady, this agony.

The cold wind

Beats back,

The indecision

In my chest.

This final resolution.

Will bring my just retribution.

This body cannot hold my soul.

He seeks the sound of before.

This world refuses to see.

The agonizing, Me.

Even if the day

Becomes night.

It will not cute

My plight.

He seeks reckoning

The sound of her hiss.

Come forth Nemesis.

My body cannot hold anymore

My cold, vengeful soul!

My all
by Teresita Blanco

Come to me,

You are the one I seek.

Speak to me,

Your voice

Is my life, my soul, my song.

I cannot see

Past these bitter tears.

The memories of yesterday

Come to tear, my life, my yay!

The fears of yonder

Now grows much stronger.

I cannot escape your face;

Nor that foolish smile,

That foolish face.

My bent back

Hides my shame.

This eternal flame

Now burns stronger.

Forgiven but never forgotten.

You are my day, my life, my all.

Promise Me
by Teresita Blanco

Promise me not tomorrow,

For it is uncertain.

Promise me not your love,

For it is mistaken.

Instead, promise me

Your undying loyalty.

Offer me the warm summer

Not this frozen winter.

Promise Me not love,

Nor says of warmth and Passion,

For they are out of fashion.

Do not Promise me

A day, or a night;

For I desire noon.

Instead, promise me

The fruit of our passion,

For it is certain.

Promise me, Promise me,

That our love is no more.

Basilisk 
by Teresita Blanco

My sight is twisted.

Just stone, cold

Marbled greet me.

David, my father.

Life for me, grows harder.

Sir Lacoon,

Please shield me

From their doom.

Their final agonizing gaze

Sets my heart ablaze.

This gift, this curse

Knows no rest, they chase!

Though I regret,

And wish to forget.

Their piercing gaze

Is engraved

Above my grave. 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

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