Deborah Martel Rogers' Blog

Hoving Hero by Deborah Rogers Humor and love together, Houses and doves for ever, Long live, Hove! Live love, Love life, Be free, For you, and for me...  Let's hove and roll, My hero ...! This poem, "Hoving Hero," was accepted for publication in "Immortal Verses."  7.18.2006 (Source: The International Library of Poetry: poetry.com) "After carefully reading and discussing your poem, our Selection Committee has certified your poem as a semi-finalist in our International Open Poetry Contest." 

1.16.2007 Sleeping Soul Wake me up, sleeping soul unnaming self, though brave and warm ... Despite your call,      roaring and right,           your cast is gone:           Believe in thee! Fall upwards, smiling face... Select my voice, my soft great truth:                                     sensational silence soothes my sea                   smooth sublime (Electronically sent to Poetry.com)

Dedicated to my grandmother, Josefa López Artiles, AKA "Abuelita Fefa"       The canary yellow kitchen walls were sparkling clean. The whole room smelled of chocolate chip cookies. My grandmother had already arrived like she did every Friday after school. She changed her neatly ironed black hand-made dress into her read and orange polka-dotted skirt, white short-sleeved blouse, and forest green apron. Her white and wavy hair was combed all the way to the back, right behind her ears. She walked into the kitchen, began to sing, and opened up the kitchen big wooden windows.       I had already taken off my gray and navy blue school uniform, and my black shoes. Then I'd loosen up my tight ponytail until my long straight brown hair fell right below my shoulders, covering my ears. As soon as I put on my short red dress, I strolled to the kitchen. Grandma looked at me and pointed to the aprons. I chose the orange one. It reminded me of her pumpkin pie.   ...

23 de Marzo del 2007 (Centros de Expresión) De una forma pacífica y respetuosa declino no luchar por tu amor y te declaro mi primera guerra vencida: Increíble, irresistible, interminable vida Desde la cima de mi humilde ser Estoy inclinada a no alcanzar demasiado alto, aunque tu sentido del éxito y tus ganas se llevan muy bien con mi destino.

5/23/2007 (Centres of Expression) In a peaceful, respectful way I decline not to fight your love And declare you my first won war: Unbelievable, irresistible, endless life From the top of my humble self I'm inclined not to reach too high, though your sense of success and drive gets along with my destiny.