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Victor Edgar Rivera, Poet

Victor Edgar Rivera, Poet

I was born in 1955 in Mayaguez, Puerto Rico. I am a writer, poet and art dealer. A resident of New Jersey since 1961, I have degrees in the Liberal Arts and English Literature. I've also studied music, was once a semi-professional drummer and I now concentrate on Jazz and improvisational piano. Philosophy, psychology, history, literature, poetry, music and art are my interests. Since 1996, I've devoted my time to writing poetry, playing music and selling/collecting the fine art of contemporary multicultural artists. In 2003, I wrote my first book of poems: Poetry Y Poesía: A Book of Poems Inspired by the Art of Verdadism. In 2014, I wrote my second book of poetry: I’ll sing to you next time. My third poetry book, coming out in 2018, is Busca tu sol.

Below is a poem from my new poetry book, Busca tu sol; followed by three poems from Poetry Y Poesia.

 

 

From Busca tu sol

Taking a dump on Trump

Let me take a dump on Trump
Lump
Skunk
A heap of funk
That’s you punk
Let me take a dump on you Trump

Cruel shrew
Scheming fool
You fucking fart
You bloody wart
That’s you Trump
Let me retake that dump on Trump

Festering dung
Soulless muck
Vile vermin pus
Vain clueless schmuck
Junk is Trump
I’m taking a dump on you Trump

Hitler
Stalin
Mussolini
Mao Zedong
Pol Pot
Hussein
Gaddafi
Duterte
King Trump
Let’s all take that dump on Trump

dump dump dump dump dump dump Trump

 

From Poetry y Poesía

Them Blues
Them Blues came to me
and said real low
you’re poor boy
but what’s in your soul
you’re so poor boy
but what’s in your soul

And you can’t top that
to fill the empty bowl
and you can’t top that
to spread your bread with soul

Them Blues came to me
and slur speak slow
you look ill boy
but what’s on your mind
you look ill boy
but what’s on your mind

And you can’t top that
to fill the empty bowl
and you can’t top that
to spread your bread with soul

Them Blues came to me
and touch me ice cold
you’re almost dead boy
but what’s in your heart
you’re almost dead boy
but what’s in your heart

And you can’t top that
to fill the empty bowl
and you can’t top that
to spread your bread with soul

 

The World is No Place for Poets, Artists and Piano Players
The world is no place for poets, artists and piano players
Dead children Grow
Destiny deeds Desire
Toxic waste Fills
Mind to Mine to Mind to Mine
The world is no place for poets, artists and piano players
So go paint blue skies, rhyme right lines, sing songs in time

 

Boricua Beep, Boricua Beep, Boricua Bop Bop Bop Bop
With a Splish-Splash
I’m in your face
Dancing
Prancing
Evolving
With a Splish-Splash
I’m at your door
I’m not defensive
I’m not inspective
I’m con-tem-pla-tive
Cause with a Splish-Splash
I’m in my own attire
I burn my own fire
Boricua Beep, Boricua Beep, Boricua Bop Bop Bop Bop
With a Thunder Thunder
I turn asunder
I’m Wonder Wonder
Funkier
Grander
Louder, LOUDER, LOUDER
Don’t hush my Hah,
Crush my CaCaa
Stomp my Sayyy
Boricua Beep, Boricua Beep, Boricua Bop Bop Bop Bop

 

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