South American poet Freddy Niagara Fonseca has traveled widely
and absorbed several poetic cultures of Europe, Asia, and North and South America.
He has read more than 20,000 poems in five languages and published his poems
in various literary publications in the US and UK.
Kabir Freddy reached out to me a few years ago in response to my call for poets for our annual Ramadan Artist Cafe. He sent me a few of his poems. I was immediately intrigued by his ability to blend the ethereal with beautiful, vivid imagery. Some writers seem to be inspired from the unseen world and in my opinion, Kabir Freddy might be one of them. ~ Maryam Hand
His poetry collection,
THE BOMB THAT BLEW UP GOD AND OTHER WHIMSICAL MYSTICAL POEMS
is available on Amazon in Paperback, Kindle, and Audible.
Freddy Fonseca’s substantial collection of rich poems span many lifetimes of living: contemplation, humour, spirituality, nature, love and of course God. Poetry is a specific way of reaching our hearts and souls without the need to understand in a linear fashion. Freddy’s poems have the ability, through skill and acute observation, to reach all the parts of us. I will keep dipping back into this collection when I need to to be reinspired. A writer after my own heart!
—Jane Metcalfe, Author of “Things in Heaven and Earth”, UK
Great book-Don’t let the title throw you off. This is a sweet book.
Reviewed in the United States on January 22, 2022
Don’t be intimidated by the title. Lovely, sweet, hilarious, thoughtful, positive, retrospective, awe-inspiring book. It made me appreciate poetry in a new way. I recently went through a pivotal transition in my life, and when I opened this book, I read a poem that expressed my emotions so perfectly. Whenever I open these pages, I feel like my spirit is nourished by something new, insightful, and inspiring. A fantastic addition for people from all walks of life.
What I like about this collection the most is that each poem is a very unique journey: surprising, fresh, heart-felt.
—Michael Borden, New Zealand
Here is the collection of poetry I have waited for all my life — Freddy Niagara Fonseca’s The Bomb That Blew Up God. At last, poems that satisfy both critical mind and longing soul. Bold exquisite, rich language and brilliant awake treatments breathe life into worthy themes — nature, seasons, home, memory, dance, death, music, poetry, contentment. The great triumph of Fonseca’s poetry is sustained momentum blending image with observation to inexorably open the reader to unbounded awareness, where every reader wants to be. His poems entertain!
—Burton Milward, Jr., retired attorney, author, radio show host
If I didn’t know Freddy Fonseca personally, I’d suspect his new book of poetry, “The Bomb That Blew Up God”, is really written by God. By that I mean the textures and tones, the dripping emotion from foreign lands and expressions of human feelings are almost beyond comprehension. How could a mere mortal be so descriptive, the senses so real?
—James Dean Claitor, former film producer and freelance writer.
Currently composing and arranging music for TV, film and advertising.
Samples of Poetry
on shelves of
Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Some memories shine like living precious stones
Now scattered on the dark velvet here before me:
Rubies, red with liquid passion; Opals, playful, transparent, pure;
One rose quartz, heart-shaped and glowing;
Sapphires, azure like some pensive gaze;
Diamonds, strangely lucid and serene,
Emerging all too briefly
From a universe so present,
Yet hidden . . .
Such are the gems I remember from myth long ago,
Before getting scattered across the dark firmament:
Glimmering now like distant fires;
Sparkling in the vastnesses of space;
Beaming from the farthest galaxies;
Quietly gazing down through time;
Slowly orbiting inside my brain,
And steadily gleaming like on
Deep dark velvet—
Remote, alive . . .
Freddy Niagara Fonseca, 1996
THE QUIET WAY OF UNFORGOTTEN TREES
The trees along the way
once cast a most delightful shade,
but that’s so many years ago.
They’re gone forever now,
but still I think their image will not fade.
We so enjoyed those days.
The sun would shimmer on their crowns.
A breeze would sway their branches there—
so grand their tall, receding rows . . .
The way is very quiet now
and full of much too open space . . . where
once so many birds had flown.
© Freddy Niagara Fonseca, 1991
PO Box 1271
Fairfield, IA 52556
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