The World Of Undiscovered Poets: Chris Minjares
Picture yourself growing up in a small desert town, out in the middle of nowhere. Imagine feeling isolated, not a single thing to do, no place to go and let your spirit run free. Now imagine a single moment when the stars above are aligned, and you find yourself witness to the most beautiful thing in the world. Suddenly, your whole world is changed, and living in a small isolated desert town in 110 degree weather is enough to make you pack your bags and see what else is out in the world. Discovering poetry has been that single moment for many people. Poetry is an unlimited world of possibilities. All you need is a pen, paper, and a creative mind; now suddenly the whole world is at your fingertips. I imagine for the undiscovered poet, I would like to introduce you to today life was very much like this.
Chris Minjares
I first discovered Chris Minjares poetry, hopping Hubs on Hub Pages. After reading a good amount of his work I saw he was a talented writer with a gift for creating mental images through his words. Chris Minjares’ poetry is very descriptive and often depicts tragic scenes of love, which is due to influences such as Shakespeare’s “Rome and Juliet” and Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”. These two poets along with writers such as Dean Koontz and R.L. Stein have inspired Chris and led him to the style of poetry he writes today. A bit twisted, a bit macabre, Chris Minjares’ poetry is definitely worth reading, and will introduce you to a poet who has a very unique perspective of the world. For an example of Chris' work see the poem below:
Ones Called Man by Chris Minjares
Long before this world knew man,
Beneath ancient clouds and a cruel sun,
A war erupted between holy and damned,
Their blades struck like fire and lightning,
Their voices callous and angry filled with hate,
Blood spilled across the earth so frightening,
There in the midst of it all he lay helpless,
A demon bleeding screaming in pain,
But no one could hear his comrades would miss,
The shadow beneath the summit,
The tears that stained the earth,
His blood that soaked the granite,
As his vision blurs as his eyes gave way,
She stood before him an angel of light,
The anger in her eyes his throat at her blade,
“Vile sick filthy creature of the night,
You’ll die here by my sword,
You’ll never live to see the light”
The demon did not care who it was,
His tears filled his eyes as he spoke,
Please help me don’t let me die in the mud…
She stepped back scared of what he had done,
Never once did they speak those vile creatures,
Yet here before her this devil this one,
Was begging for mercy for help in this war,
Wondering why his blood was spilling,
Broken shattered alone and just poor,
She kneeled before him,
Took him in her arms,
“This is not the end”,
She whispered her tears flowing,
How could she do it take his life,
Seeing the pain just knowing,
That he feels and breathes the same,
Was it her fault that they were different?
Or was it god or the others she must blame…
Falling in love with the damned,
She let go of the world she knew,
Taking a monster a demons hand,
Together they lived damned,
The two who gave birth,
To the ones called man…
Chris Minjares started writing poetry at the age of 13. Growing up in a small desert town in Arizona in temperatures averaging over 100 degrees is enough to instill fire into anyone's soul, but for Chris, his fire was a volcano waiting to explode. Poetry was a way to let out his emotions and blow off some steam. The the first time he picked up pen and paper, and let it all out, he found something he truly loved. By the age of 18, Chris grew weary of the isolation from his hometown. He packed his bags and ran away from home. His destination was where ever his two feet led him. While this would probably be hard for anyone, Chris describes this period of his life as the best moments he ever had. Chris now finds himself back in his hometown in Arizona, but is changed forever through his experiences as a rolling stone.
Chris Minjares contribution to the world of poetry is through his many posts on Hub Pages. He has a book in the works which will most likely be amazing, considering the kind of writer he is. If you would like to become a fan of Chris Minjares and discover his work too, visit the link below:
- CBM1987 on HubPages
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