| Muses Review - Poetry - Winter 2006 |
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| A. D. Winan's poems: |
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| From: "slowdancer2006@netzero.net" Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 22:09:51 GMT To: admin@musesreview.org ----------------------------------------------------------- AD Winans's Background of his poems: The background of course is Panama, where I served in the military from 1955 through 1957. They are not so much dervied from any inspiration, but more out of a "need." I have long said that the demons inside me dictate the poems, and nothing could be more true than is the case with these poems. I arrived in Panama a politically innocent eighteen year old boy I left Panama a hardened 22 year old man whose political viewpoints were changed forever. It took me over forty years to put these poems down on paper. --------------------- PANAMA EIGHT by A. D. Winans Source: This Land Is Not My Land (2005), p.23 Panama City Could have been any Slum city in America Run by corrupt police And politicians But when you add the American troops Sent there to safeguard The people It was worse than any slum You might imagine Shacks for homes Naked children playing In the street Twelve-year old boys Selling pictures of naked women Being fucked by dogs Or selling their young sisters To the highest bidder Taxi drivers taking you To a donkey show Or to the homes Of young whores While less than ten miles away In the American Canal Zone It's hometown U.S.A. The Governor's ball U.S. civilian police White skinned women Sipping coffee and tea Armed Forces TV selling the American dream -------------------------------- Editor's rating: 5 laurels out of 5 laurels. Readers' rating: (not yet rated) --------------------------------- PANAMA TEN by A. D. Winans Source: This Land Is Not My Land (2005), p.25 Two political prisoners were sitting In their jeep with two Panamanian National Guardsmen Outside a bar in town The two Panamanian Nationals Went inside to check the bar Leaving the two men Handcuffed outside alone Once inside the guardsmen spoke To the bartender In a language I couldn't understand When suddenly there was an explosion Coming from outside the bar And without looking the Two guardsmen laughed And downed their tequila and beers While outside you could see the Flames engulf the jeep The two prisoners lit up Like two scarecrows Tossed into A bonfire -------------------------------------- Editor's rating: 5 laurels out of 5 laurels. Readers' rating: (not yet rated) ----------------------------------- |
| What poets say about Muses Review: Muses Review: Why do you want your poems featured in Muses Reveiw? AD Winans' reply: The most obvious reason is that Muses Review reaches a sizable audience, and I believe the poems deserve a wider readership. It's sad but true that most chapoooks are published in a short print run, and that bookstores for the most part do not wish to stock chapbooks, preferring perfect bound books. It is also true that recognized distributors are not interested in chapbooks. |
