I am who I am...

Great Windsor Park

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

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I am who I am,

Just the way

Life intended.

I am who I am,

With the faults

And the velvet.

I am who I am,

No more lies,

No more escaping.

I am who I am,

You can leave it

Or take it.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

THE ALBINO TWINS OF ANDOVER... boo hoo!

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

THE ALBINO TWINS 

OF ANDOVER...

boo hoo!

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On Barker Street,

As if locked in their tower,

A couple gave birth

To the Albino Twins of Andover.

From society, 

The boys they hid.

Their pale, canary skin,

Moonlit.

In the dark.

Glowing.

Glowing.

Townsfolk suspicion, 

Growing.

Growing

And grow, they did.

Them Albino Twins of Andover.

Exposed in their teens 

Without power.

And so, they were thrown

In the waters 

Of Lake Cochichewick,

With stones 

Tied to their feet.

Thus, the boys drowned.

Their parents, 

Burn alive, did.

Whilst Andover town yelled:

WITCH!

WITCH! 

WITCH!

And so, down Albino Road

One must walk with great care.

Or dare I say,

This time of the year, 

Really,

One mustn’t dare

To look one’s shoulder 

Over...

For one might catch the glow

Of the Albino Twins of Andover.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Leaves, high and low...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Leaves, high and low...

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The leaves fall,

In a flow

Of incessant moments of happiness.

They fly,

High and low.

In a dance of explosive wonder.

They fix

The body, mind and soul 

Of those,

Who like me,

Like to wander.

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photo & poem © Jesús Montero

The vibrant jolt of the city...

Photo (Trafalgar square)  & poem © Jesús Montero

My life is all wrapped up

In the vibrant jolt of the city.

Tourists crowd squares and parks,

Like a heart beats

To the tune

Of one and a thousand feelings.

My life is all caught up

In the vibrant joy of the city.

Her arteries teeming with buses at large,

Pumping Londoners

Into the daily routine of the city.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Diana, Queen of Tides...

poem © Jesús Montero

Photo courtesy of http://diananyad.com/

Diana, Queen of Tides...

You’re a source of inspiration.

Fearless

Without trepidation.

Like the Queen of Tides, Diana.

You’re a cause for celebration.

Boundless

Without limitations.

Like the Queen of Tides, Diana.

You’re the face of determination.

Focused

Beyond imagination.

You ARE the Queen of Tides, Diana.

poem © Jesús Montero

A very plum plum...

painting & poem © Jesús Montero

And on the death

Of not two,

But one summer’s day,

A very plum plum

I plucked from the plum tree.

My lips touched.

Like a honey-suckle

Doomed bee.

On the death

Of not two,

But one summer’s day.

Until good Gets better...

Notting Hill bloom

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

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It’s worth it

To stick around

Until good

Gets better.

For good fruit

Must always ripe

Before good

Makes it much better.

Winding roads

Can lead to paths

Where good ends

Turn into better.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Just a beginner with untenable dreams...

photos & poem © Jesús Montero

Royal Academy of Arts' 

Summer Exhibition rejects

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One of those days... I am sure every artist must feel a bit like this each time 

one hits that cruel cul-de-sac that is rejection

Am I an artist?

Or just a beginner with untenable dreams?

Am I a dreamer?

Living his visions down life’s stream?

Am I the Ocean?

Or the river that feeds a minor sea?

Am I the sum of all my virtues?

Or the imperfections that divide my being?

Am I the sun?

Am I a star?

Am I the calm after the storm?

Or the song of doom in the lips of threatening skies?

Am I the war?

Am I the truce?

photos & poem © Jesús Montero

Royal Academy of Arts' 

Summer Exhibition rejects