Best Mexican Poems
Signals were emitted from a very high tower.
Broadcasting was done with a million watts of power.
Reception reached as far north as Canada.
The waves traveled southward to Venezuela.
Birds flying too closely were roasted in flight.
Programs could be heard during both day and night.
It was possible for this powerful transmission,
because there was no communications commission.
The stations with call letters beginning with “X” we would know.
Their behemoth transmitters were located in Mexico.
The little girl’s mom Tila,
worked hard to save enough money
It was her baby girl’s birthday,
how she loved her miel, her honey
She saw a Barbie doll that stood
in the window at Catarina’s Boutique
Wearing a traditional dress embroidered,
flowered details so unique
Sugar skulls glisten
a crown of marigolds adorn her hair
A Mexicana Barbie with long dark braids
nothing would compare
Complemented by a golden yellow flowery headband
The dolls face and body
a beautiful color of ochre, tanned
Spotted by the little girl
on their walk through the city
Calling out, que bonita!
Mamita she is really pretty
Maria Barbie printed on the box,
like hers, it was the same
She knew she had to have her,
when learned she shared her name
Tila rushed home to put the order in on the phone
The line went dead, there was a muted tone
She prayed the order went through that day
And hoped it would be received
on her daughter’s birthday
Because of the power outage in Pueblo,
a small town
The Barbie doll was gone,
lost and could not be found
Tila was sad when she told her miel
it was the last one of her kind
Don’t cry mamita, I already prayed another
little girl Barbie Maria will find
Mexican petunia
Magical nectar drips
Monarch butterflies drink
Maintaining their body
Majestically fills
Magnifico for you
Mainstay for fall beauty
Naciste en San Jose, California; eres Americana. Mis padres creados en Guanajuato, son Mexicanos. Me crié hablando espanol con música de mariachi y fue inculcada en mi la cultura y tradiciones de mi México. Estuviste toda tu vida en los estados unidos, creciste comunicándote en inglés y celebrando el cuatro de julio. Yo se que la familia es la cosa más importante del mundo. Tu siempre piensas en tus amigos y los pones delante de ti misma. Yo he sido rodeada por machismo y el doble estándar. Tu aprendiste a sobresalir, y siempre se te a enseñado que en tu país, todo es posible. Mis orígenes son de un país más pobre con menos oportunidad, pero donde somos trabajadores. Tu pais es mas poderoso y demasiado rico, pero donde los más adinerados, estan donde estan por su herencia, no por que tan lejos llegaron ellos mismos. Ustedes tienen a un idiota que se quiere lanzar como presidente. Nosotros tenemos a un idiota como presidente. A mi se me enseñó a respetar a mis mayores. A ti se te enseno a tratar a la gente como ellos te tratan a ti. Yo estaba limpiando la casa a los seis años. Tu duras horas mirando tu celular.La gente mexicana me dice que tengo que subir de peso y nunca me paran de ofrecer comida. Tu gente americana tiene la idea que la más flaca que eres, mejor, y te dicen que te cuides para no engordar. Yo soy mexicana. Tu eres orgullosa de ser americana. Cuando voy a mexico, la gente me critica por venir del “norte.” Me dicen que soy muy americanizada. De acuerdo a lo que mi propia gente me dice, no soy mexicana real. Tu te sientes igual. Los americanos te preguntan de donde eres. Como si no hubieras vivido en américa toda tu vida. Como si ni siquiera fueras Americana. Los mexicanos me consideran más americana que mexicana. A ti los americanos solamente te consideran mexicana. Si yo no soy mexicana, y tu no eres americana, entonces quienes somos? Donde pertenecemos?
THE MEXICAN
I went over to my friends house last night.
I love it when he smiles with a grin,
He holds the door open, and welcomes me in.
With a style of a gentleman.
"MI CASA ES SU CASA" ~~~~~~(he says)
At first I did not know what he meant.
I don't fully speak Mexican.
I never got the hint,
when he called me his brown 'DULCE' medicine.
Funny how I thought he was a *WhiteSican* ~~(lol)
Always offering me 'TORTILLAS' with rice and beans.
OH! Now I now exactly what he means.
On Thursdays when we play 'CHALUPA'. ~~~~~(aka*bingo)
He'll remind me not to forget-
my 'GUACAMOLE JALAPEÑO' dip.
We'll talk and laugh and,
oops there he goes again with the gas.
Blames it on all them beans he eats.
Than he'll talk me into dancing "LA CUCARACHA," ~~~(with him)
Dancing and jumping to the beat,
he always steps on my feet.
MMM I love it when he makes "ENCHILADAS!" ~~~(all for me)
We sit and watch Spanish 'NOVELLAS' on TV.
I never complain, thinking he knew what they where saying'
It's not the right time to tell him I'm a silly Texan,
with a poor excuse when it comes to a 'MEXICAN!'
I'll keep it to my self and enjoy the cute things he does for me.
I love the words he speaks before I leave.
Like a gentleman he opens the door.
He hugs me and calls me his "AMOR!'
He waits for me, as I get in to my car.
Than he'll yell~ 'ASTA LUGO MI AMIGA!'
I'll smile and turn back and say,
~"ASTA LA VISTA BABE!"~
by;p.d.
Don't let yourself be fooled Mexico is not a poor country
Not just tortilla and bean, or a old Mexican man on a burro
But very rich nation, gold, silver, copper and oil galore
And the poor people are anything but free
Bit they are always ready to take a dollar from the Gringo
But that is not the picture given to the world by our neighbor next door
It is a Mexican law, that a gringo can not hold a job, hard way to make a living
It is a old saying."The most useless thing in the World"
" Is a Gringo with no money in Mexico"
Some of their law towards Americans are un for giving
But that is not what they try to tell the World
The Government and the super rich have all the money
If an American is caught with a single gun, 50 years in jail
If one buys some land, right off the Government owns half of it
They keep their people very poor, un educated for a reason, government control
And in no way do want to be there anywhere in jail
Wonder why Mexico always seems to make a profit
Almost like the Devil has their soul
Corrupttion is all they have ever known for many years
For a hundred dollar bill, you get, Get Out of Jail free card
Why so many work for the drug world or the Mafioso
Tell them that they will be safe and away from fears
Sometimes if it means working in the prison yard
If you don't want to go jail in Mexico, then don't go
So no wonder why they all want to migrate to the land of milk and honey
Now with our new law, some are starting to cry
But I for one don't want to go over there and live
Fro the Stone Age, it has always been about money
It is times for some of those to say good bye
And live by the Immigration Laws, where they live
Amor A La Mexicana - Love The Mexican Way
Amor a la Mexicana, de eso te quiero Hablar.
Nomas ven aqui tantito, veras que te va a gustar.
Amor a la Mexicana - that is what it's all about.
Amor A la Mexicana - that's love the Mexican way.
That's just what I want to show you, just come a little
bit closer and see what you are going to learn.
We'll start with a little dinner and add a little spice.
We'll dress it it up wth Tequila a Margarita, or two,
then we'll dance to a little music, that a Mariachi
band will play.
Amor a la Mexicana, thats's love the Mexican way.
Amor a la Mexicana, we will dance the night away...
04/23/2014
Written by Lucilla M.Carrillo
Who am I, where am I from
I’m a girl who ancestors are from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Panama
See me I don’t know the whole enchilada
My zodiac sign has to do with Aqua
I walk up to you and say, “ Hola amigo, como esta”
You reply to me and say,” Muy bien y tu.”
I say, “Bien mucho gracias.”
I can’t really have a conversation in Espanol
Because I only know boquito
Como te llamas, do you know mine
Me llamas est Preciosa
Me gusta el color Amarillo
You can walk up to me and bring out the mexican in me
Bring out the rice and beans
The whole encilada
Bring out the de le manana
I’ll get back to ya
If I saw you in Puerto Rico I would say
Bueno? Que traes or oye tocayo
I will introduce you to my traditional food
Burritos
Enchiladas
Bolillos
Carne abada
You bring out the Mexican in me
A lively young man from sunny Mexico,
With a giant sombrero was on the go,
Celebrating every kind of fiesta,
Wouldn't sleep when time for siesta,
Must be jumping beans making him flow.
Two servings:
(Frozen) Don Miguel Mexican dinners
DO NOT remove plastic cover
Preheat oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit
(Ovens may vary, cooking times
may require adjustment)
DO NOT prepare in toaster oven
Bake on cookie sheet 30-35 minutes
Carefully remove as PRODUCT WILL BE HOT
Let stand for two minutes
Transfer BOTH items to non-plastic plate
Then proceed as instructed...
To fling open cabinets and fridge
Chop one onion (Don't waste a smidge)
Douse with hot sauce, salsa and cheese
Place in Micro at highest degree
Remove one fork and tablespoon
(Oh man, I'm beginning to swoon)
Turn on your satellite cable
Place REVERENTLY on TV Table
One HEAPING spoonful to begin
(Ow! Melted cheese on my chin)
Place one gooey mess in your mouth
Chew slightly then swallow it south
Ahhhh...What's for dessert?
After handling Jalapeno Peppers, wash your hands thoroughly BEFORE you use the restroom.
Bandito, the Mexican cat,
Was counting pesos where he sat,
A sneaky cat, you never knew
Exactly what he was going to do.
Stealthily working in the night,
Stealing jewels kept out of sight,
A nimble safe cracker of renown,
Robbing mansions all over town.
A black cat only rarely seen,
People only knowing where he'd been,
Rich townsfolk lived in dreaded fear
Of the whiskered feline coming near.
Bandito, the dangerous Mexican cat,
Not the kind you'd want to pat,
But that won't happen cause you won't see
As he goes about, his crime spree.
A royal maharaja visiting old Mexico
Saw his rubies disappear so,
Not a track, just merely a trace,
Of a few cat hairs out of place.
So many good citizens were upset,
Police finally hatched a trap to be set,
Eventually this feline of criminal ilk,
Was brought down by, a large bowl of milk.
To start - fresh salsa with chips;
then that combo plate:
Cheesy enchiladas, beans,
and beef tamales
smothered all in sauce.
Mine’s wicked
hot!
Mound of beans and rice
Lettuce shreds with tomato
Onion, ebony
Olive rings in salsa and
Guacamole; sour cream top;
Tex-mex mound,
Feast!
Browse the mercado
Look at the drums and hats
My love is busy