Victor Edgar Rivera (check out my kickstarter campaign to launch my new poetry book , "I'll sing to you next time"). http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/419579390/my-new-poetry-book-ill-sing-to-you-next-time

Victor Edgar Rivera, Writer/Poet/Art Dealer

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 Liberal Arts and English. I've also studied music and was once a semi-professional drummer. Philosophy, psychology, history, literature, poetry, music and art are some of my interests. Since 1996, I've devoted my time to writing poetry, playing music and representing contemporary multicultural artists. Three of these independent artists include: Soraida Martinez, the artist known for creating Verdadism, a unique form of hard-edge abstract expressionism in which paintings are juxtaposed with written social commentaries; Dane Tilghman, one of the premier painters of the African American experience known for his portrayal of Negro League Baseball Greats, African American Golf Art and Blues/Jazz Legends; and, Reginald K. Gee, a contemporary artist influenced by the 1980's Neo-Expressionism movement whose surreal landscapes and humorous treatment of human faces is sought after by collectors of visionary and self-taught art. In 2003, I wrote my first book of poems: "Poetry Y Poesia: A Book of Poems Inspired by the Art of Verdadism.

Here are three poems from Poetry Y Poesia: Them Blues; The World is No Place for Poets, Artists and Piano Players; Boricua Beep, Boricua Beep, Boricua Bop Bop Bop Bop.

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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