Tony Pena
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2017-2018 Poet Laureate of Beacon, NY. Performance poetry, caterwauling , and three chord pseudo punk rock at www.youtube.com/tonypenapoetry.
Spring Stirring
I got up from the breakfast
table to investigate the mild
thumping and brushing against
the sliding glass door and found
a robust robin trying to make time
with his fine feathered reflection.
An image of a beautifully breasted
lover who he’s trying to hook up with,
or a portrait of an avian Dorian Gray
starting to take a turn for the worse,
I can’t be sure, as the scatter shots
of bird droppings could mean cozy
enough to p**p in peace, or scared
sh*tless and out of his bird brain.
I think I’ll finish my cup of chock full
of nuts and find faith for the former.
Tony Pena
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April is National Poetry Month and so I’ve written and recorded a new spoken word piece, “Comet’s Tail,” for the occasion.
Comet’s Tail
Digging through
your photos on my phone
in the wintry after hours
with an icy draft rattling
the window and blowing
a cruel ache into my bones,
the fear that our naked
bodies may never again
stumble upon that sweet
tangle of starlit solace
that wove us together
rears its ugliness and swallows
the heart of memories away
from the recesses of my mind
like paint peeling off the ghostly
shadows of lovers on the walls.
Have we drifted so far apart
that the five hundred miles
between us, of rutted
asphalt and rivers
swollen by snowmelt,
feel as daunting as a moon
shot with no nasa scientist
on payroll to fashion a mode
of transport for our souls
to align, choreographed
like the stars in a constellation,
shining dreams upon lifetimes
far too short to be wasted
on wearing straitjackets
tightened by the monstrous
tricks our restless minds play.
Tony Pena
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Colorful compositions, caterwauling and a couple of chords at
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03/23/2026
https://youtu.be/xAd8BK2FwG0?si=HEM76Y_kcuosqHlP
Well, it’s been ten years since I last posted a song and though I have not really improved with age, I figured it was time especially as I don’t know how much of these I got left in the tank. Ha, clunky chords and caterwauling lotta work for this old boy!
Quixotic Guy
I went to the Hootennanny
with a story in song to tell
even though the art of music
ain’t something I do all that well
Even do re mi tough for me
to strum along spryly and croon
with a guitar that’s got cobwebs
for strings and so damn out of tune
Chorus
Guess I’ll dream
the impossible
till the day I die
when I’m on stage
in the big sky
and so high high high,
eternal poster boy
for the good
old college try
if heaven or hell
got room for
a quixotic guy
But I dreamt I was a rockstar
since the days I had me some hair
when my hutzpah was holy hell
on hot wheels and devil may care
Found out too late that rock ‘n’ roll
was much more than a pose alone
with my pout not pretty enough
to find itself in Rolling Stone
Repeat Chorus
Argentina gave not a damn
about me so she’ll never wail
when the last shovel full of dirt
falls over my sorry ass tale
Maybe the earworms in the ground
will capture that elusive sound
and make a hit from all the near
misses in karma’s lost and found
Repeat Chorus
Tony Pena
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Quixotic Guy A song about keeping delusional dreams alive ala Don Quixote. Quixotic Guy I went to the Hootennanny with a story in song to tell even though the art of musi...
03/21/2026
02/26/2026
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A huge thank you to the esteemed editor of the Cajun Mutt Press, James Dennis Casey IV, for posting three of my poems in his Featured Writer series. JDCIV is a hard working editor who has published many talented writers over the years , as well as being an amazing poet in his own right.
3 POEMS by Tony Pena Diorama Melodrama They say Charles Atlasain’t got nothing on meor is it that I’m nothinglike Charles Atlas.As a shortsighted pupilI addle these itemsmore than the labyrinthinerules of English gramm…
Snuggle
Though Boreas’ fangs of icicles
have pierced my heart and cooled
the blood coursing throughout
my body into a plasma of ennui,
the old bastard has failed to curb
my appetite of desire, for despite
the cruel cold, when I close my eyes
you are cradled beside me, bare
with skin sweet as sage honey
and glowing, warming the down
of the quilt knitted from a patchwork
of memories so deep the room hints
of daffodils with rusty breasted robins
poking beaks into the damp earth
foraging for the first breakfast of spring.
Tony Pena
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Colorful compositions, caterwauling and a couple of chords at
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01/31/2026
https://youtu.be/PV1y8koOp90?si=5owZEQMDaGEN_oES
I recorded this poem, “On Ice,” twelve years ago. Given that tonight is forecast to be seven degrees below zero with the wind chill even worse, and the ground covered by well over a foot of snow, I figured it be cool ( ha, sorry, I couldn’t resist 😎) to post this emotionally cold piece.
ON ICE by TONY PENA Tony Pena of Beacon, NY performs his new poem, "ON ICE." Alcoholism is a terrible disease. Please seek help. "What we cannot do alone, we can do together." ...
Renee Nicole Good , in her words, a Poet and Writer and Wife and Mom, was killed like too many before her, by a trigger happy mercenary engaged in a blatant abuse of power. Shame on those responsible from the top on down.
Deadly Days of Deja Vu
After souls shattered
in a murderous tragedy,
thoughts and prayers,
like fair-weather friends,
linger just long enough
to clear the conscience
of the puritan posse,
but the smoke from gun
powder seeding the volatile
air sadly never seems to clear,
with cruelty sparked in storm
clouds by an utter disregard
for the wonder of life,
releasing a deluge of fiery
red rain to drown tender
souls, well versed in decency,
in a flood of innocent blood
time and time and time again.
Tony Pena
This poem is about the class war being waged against us by an oligarchy trying to divide and conquer us and the hope that through the perseverance of compassion and respect for our brothers and sisters, we can come together in vigilance and survive the scorching of the earth we all call home.
After The Fallow
The wealthy mongers
of hate and war don exotic
fabrics while twirling the fancy
wax off villainous mustaches
in gilded but garish board
rooms, cocksure and cackling
while conspiring to cast even
the common stars far beyond
the reach of imagination,
to thrust the disadvantaged
deeper into a well of darkness,
but feisty fireflies dance feverishly
under the beam of a benevolent
moon like wee but mighty sprites
braving the cold autumn nights,
to harvest enough celestial shine
to keep hearths warm enough
to weather dozens of days chilled
to the marrow of bone until
the tempest passes, allowing
the slumbering seeds to spring
ahead into action and arise anew.
Tony Pena
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