Revamp

After a short (very short) amount of deliberation, I've decided to

dedicate this blog solely for the purpose of elevating poetry and

poetics in an attempt to garner participation and interest. The following

is an unpublished piece about Sons of Anarchy.



Ode To Samcro




You are rugged, wind whistled leather kuttes. That strike fear in the hearts

of outsiders. But love in your locals. Dirt, conflict and time strewn into the

grooves, the patches proudly tainted with mayhem stains. 


Samcro born out of unity, brotherhood rising from soldiers together in the

Asian jungle. Solution simple. Don't fit into the world anymore? Create

your own.


You are the protective arm of Charming. Full of warmth and affectionate

breezes. The keeper of your secrets and deeds. Its heartbeat the throb

of your Harleys that flow to the green and white chain link fence. 


The MC still standing, through the passage of years, blood, wars and

wildness. Some faces changing but the mark remains. 

It stands firm like The Reaper.

Unflinching and solid. 


History unfolding truth from fiction. Verified code for the alternate society.

Hovering near the forest of redwood trees.

Through sweat, will and blood, Samcro lives on.

Through Charming and beyond.









I have several, okay COUNTLESS works about SOA which can be found

on Archive of Our Own under Celi1208.


For this, I tried to incorporate elements of the show and locale. Having been to L.A.

but not Redwood country, I tried to recall scenery as I wrote the piece. I haven't

written many odes, so in my mind they're just shorter versions of free verse. I only have

three fanfiction poems published; appearing in Headcanon Magazine. Though there's

more I'd love to publish, I haven't come across many literary magazines dedicated to

fanfiction. But that won't stop me for writing it, Juice is too much a part of me not to.




3 Poems by Shontay Luna – Headcanon Magazine


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