Ronald P. Chavez's Page

Real Full Name

Ronald P. Chavez

Literary Pen Name

Ronald P. Chavez

Nationality

United States-American

Languages

English, Spanish

Country of Origin

United States

Country of Residence

United States

City of Residence

Taos, New Mexico

Biography

Ron Chávez was born in the valley of Puerto de Luna on the banks of the Pecos River in New Mexico. In Santa Rosa he was the owner of the famous Route 66 Club Café. During that epic time, Chávez and his Route 66 café enjoyed fame in world wide major media which included books, television, magazines and newspapers. At that time, his writings began to catch fire.

Bibliography

Time of Triumph-preview on amazon.com, Voces-UNM Press, La Herencia Magaziene-Santa Fe New Mexico, El Crepusculo-Taos News,Guadalupe Communicator, Masters Quarterly-Taos, Talk Back-Taos, American Memories Project-NYC, Tempo-Taos News

Poem #1

Por Ti
La sangre que corre
Por mis venas
Corre por ti
El sol que brilla
Alto en el cielo azul
Brilla por ti
Los momentos más bellos
Que recuerdo junto a tus brazos
Son solamente para mí
No te amo porque estás ausenté
No esto triste porque estás tan lejos
No te amo porque eres tan hermosa
Te amo singularmente
Porque
Tú… eres… tú
Porque únicamente
Simpáticamente
Es precisamente que te amo
Porque
Tú… eres… tú
Porque
Tú…eres… tú
Y por eso te aviso
Con mucha razón
Lo tanto que te amo
Con este alegre corazón

Poem #2

Así

Así le pido a mi Dios
Cuál es mi trágico destino
Si voy por todo el maldito mundo
Con este amargo dolor
Que no lo puedo matar
Ni con mil botellas de vino

Así
Esperando volver a encontrarla
En las nubes de la gloria
Buscando su luz
Que brilla eterna
Y…Llorando…yo
Lágrimas de diamantes
Enganchado en locura dura
En este fuerte y dulce amor
Tan único y ardiente dentro de mí
Que no me suelta
De esta grave lástima
Que nunca la deseo
Ni me hace falta

Así
Vivo la vida
Con este triste dolor
De un ausente amor
Desde el día que se fue
Mi querida, mi consentida, mi chaparrita
Bajo las alitas
De dos angelitos

Poem #3

CRY HOPE

In despair
I cried out to God
Screamed to the sun, moon and the stars
And called to beyond the beyond
Far into the empty vastness of the universe
That violent and turbulent caldron of creation
To all things
Eternally big and infinitely small
That place where star stuff gathers and shatters
Into old endings and new beginnings
To please, please
Lift me out of this living hell
Of sudden failure and failed hopes
And shattered dreams
In my sleep
A flash of brilliance wakes and blinds my mind
I shake in panic and fear
Then of a sudden in a surreal stillness
I am calmed
Enraptured in a peaceful rest that stills my heart
My cry is answered!
I am awash in the scarlet aura
Of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains
Where the winter snows sweep
Down steep
North facing ravines
Where the wind is high in the pines
Then, there, slowly… alone
Refreshed and revived by the rush
Of icy waters rumbling
In the clear streams
And the clean breath
Of the bracing mountain breeze
There…at dawn
First light splits the dark
The night stillness and silence slips away

Morning brightens
Birds, unseen, in the heavy green of the forest
Sing, shrill, warble and trill
A lone raven
Draped in coal black
Catches a stream of sheen
Off the rising sun’s beams
The force of its flapping wings
Cracks the flora scented wind
Whoosh, swish, hiss
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Echoes out and up into the sky
As it flies across the meadow and into the trees
There, afterwards
In the heat of the mid-day sun on my back
In the thick of the woods
I lay on a bed of fallen pines
Quiet and still
In my ears I listen
In my head --
Where the mind ignites the brain--
I hear
The songs of silence
The sounds of solitude
My heart swells
My spirit thrills
My soul soars and wells
What once was heavy is now light
What once was dark is now bright
Down switch back curves to Taos I go
Snow on the alpine peaks above timberline
Poetry, music, dance, a little wine
In a fever to be free of fear
I begin to mend, to love life with lust
To live with passion and fire in my heart
To laugh…again




CRY HOPE

In despair
I cried out to God
Screamed to the sun, moon and the stars
And called to beyond the beyond
Far into the empty vastness of the universe
That violent and turbulent caldron of creation
To all things
Eternally big and infinitely small
That place where star stuff gathers and shatters
Into old endings and new beginnings
To please, please
Lift me out of this living hell
Of sudden failure and failed hopes
And shattered dreams
In my sleep
A flash of brilliance wakes and blinds my mind
I shake in panic and fear
Then of a sudden in a surreal stillness
I am calmed
Enraptured in a peaceful rest that stills my heart
My cry is answered!
I am awash in the scarlet aura
Of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains
Where the winter snows sweep
Down steep
North facing ravines
Where the wind is high in the pines
Then, there, slowly… alone
Refreshed and revived by the rush
Of icy waters rumbling
In the clear streams
And the clean breath
Of the bracing mountain breeze
There…at dawn
First light splits the dark
The night stillness and silence slips away

Morning brightens
Birds, unseen, in the heavy green of the forest
Sing, shrill, warble and trill
A lone raven
Draped in coal black
Catches a stream of sheen
Off the rising sun’s beams
The force of its flapping wings
Cracks the flora scented wind
Whoosh, swish, hiss
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Echoes out and up into the sky
As it flies across the meadow and into the trees
There, afterwards
In the heat of the mid-day sun on my back
In the thick of the woods
I lay on a bed of fallen pines
Quiet and still
In my ears I listen
In my head --
Where the mind ignites the brain--
I hear
The songs of silence
The sounds of solitude
My heart swells
My spirit thrills
My soul soars and wells
What once was heavy is now light
What once was dark is now bright
Down switch back curves to Taos I go
Snow on the alpine peaks above timberline
Poetry, music, dance, a little wine
In a fever to be free of fear
I begin to mend, to love life with lust
To live with passion and fire in my heart
To laugh…again

Poem #4

On The Edge of a Dream

If I could see
With world wide clear eyes
What would I see?
Atop the Rocky Mountains
I see
A hundred bald eagles
Perched on tall, dark green pines
Cold, clear fast running snow melt streams
Coyote moon rise in full golden glow
Behind ridge running orange-red clouds

In a quiet moment ever so slow
I feel the innocence of a child
Cuddled in its mother’s arm
Where angels like butterflies
Keep me far from harm
In lock step with my laded heart
That wants to shout
Give me joy!
Set me free!

Not trapped in sorrow’s grip
That rips us apart
Let me live where the hawks soar
High in the clean, rarefied air
Where a sense of solitary peace
Far from civilization’s mind boggling roar
I dare to seek

Or are my eyes deceived?
My mind confused?
After a million magnificent sunsets
Do I but live on the edge of a dream
Where man is blindly led to still
Kill! Kill! Kill!

Is this a dark world where
The profane is sacred?
Is a gentle wave breaking on a sandy shore?
But an illusion of tranquility?
Is it but a beguiling inhuman whore?
Are wars, hate, leaders who lie
In bed with the greedy, grabbing rich
Is all we have to believe and rely?

Or are my eyes not wide enough
My mind too quick to deny
How man’s humanity
Is but a big lie?
I close my eyes
I shut my mind
I’m overwhelmed

I stand atop the highest craggy peak
And hope and cry
That what I have once seen
Up here, my breast close to the sky
Does not turn out to have been
Just a lonely, misguided
Dreamer’s dream

Poem #5

Mine Eyes

Have seen
White crosses by the thousands
On a Normandy green moist mound
One read: Known only to God
Oh, my God! I stood on sacred ground
The universe is too small
To contain my sorrow
Have seen
Names
Names
Thousands of names
On Vietnam Wall
Where the courageous wept
While the tragic dead slept

Have seen
Changing of the guard
Sentinels sharp and tall
At Tomb of Unknown Soldier
Where no one can not weep
Where the fallen warrior sleeps
But no where have I Seen
Tombs of tyrants
Where people cry
Call to arms
Call to war
Holy war
Holy terror
Holy intent
No matter the name
All is inhuman horror

This I have seen
With my own eyes
Yet hard as I try
My soul
My heart
My spirit
I can not console
Eyes swollen
Gushing tears
I can not ignore my fears
Tell me how! Please tell me how
We can become
One world. One love. One clan. One kindness.
Where is this place where man’s
Caring sensitivity we must find?
Come out! Come out!
Into the light—fellowman
Up and about
Of this quagmire
Inside this deep, dark, deadly cave
Of death and hate
Which humans can not deny we crave
Madness, insanity
Tell me; shout it; is it to late to abate?
And settle for all time a peaceful fate

Website #1

http://amazon.comTime of Triumph

Website #2

http://taospoet.onesite.com

Website #3

http://taospoet.wordpress.com

Website #4

http://route66stories.blogspot.com