Best Amarillo Poems
Una chica hispana la fuerza y belleza tan sabios y fuertes, creo que estoy enamorado de ella. Ella representa al sol que brilla toda la habitación y mi mundo por día. Por la noche, ella es la luna que sube por la noche, y mi buena estrella.La belleza de todas las niñas hispanos están floreciendo como un lote de rojo, amarillo, blanco y rosas rosadas. Cuando miro a los ojos de una hermosa chica hispana, que brillan como un par de caras diamantes por valor de 1 millones de dólares. Cuando veo la cara, es como mirar un ángel
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
Blätter des Ahorn
Fallen auf taufrisches Gras
In hebstlichem Gelb
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The leaves of maple
Are falling on dewy grass
In autumnal yellow
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Las hojas de arce
Caen en hierba de rocío
En otoñal amarillo
THE ARMADILLO
There was an armadillo
That came from Amarillo
He discovered an 18-wheeler
To really be a killer
Now the armadillo from Amarillo
Lies in death on a concrete pillow
Perhaps he should have stayed in Amarillo
Hunter Cervenka
is becoming best known for his sizzling senka
as it approaches the plate
it rapidly senks and only then will it begin to gyrate.
Wiillians Astudillo
is dreaming dreams of Amarillo
at low,very, A
and Sweet Marie who’s in the hay.
an arriviste
is someone whose production has lately ceased
and is now a new Brave
for his redemption, and ours, sweet sanity crave.
Encuéntrame en mi suspiro del Viejo San Juan
Llévame por la mano al camino de pierdas
Deja que el sol dirija nuestro caminar . . .
La espuma blanca que sube y trae sonrisas y lagrimas
La protección de Sta. Bárbara
El camino de adoquines al paseo del pasado
La joya del mar y el brillar del azoque
La parada de amor y las voces que cantan
La cuesta me trae recuerdos de felicidad y belleza
El rojo y amarillo del paseo
Las cuerdas y los hilos que el viento se llevo
Las brisas del verde y el azul
La grieta de Ceiba al mundo del orgullo
La impresión de grandeza y de pequeñez
El olor del mar y sus colores de rojo, blanco y azul
La gran sorpresa de sus cañones
La fuerza de su majestad
El sonido de las aves y la distancia de las cabras
Las fuentes de agua y las frutas heladas
Las bombas y los hoyos dentro de nuestra misa
Las fiestas de nuestras calles
El camino inclinado de nuestro Señor
Los capuchinos y los túneles de Nuestra Providencia
Las orquídeas y el palacio blanco
Las carreras de caballo y las mensajeras con sus regalos
La hija de la reina y las palmas que tocan la bahía
Llévame por la mano al camino de pierdas
Deja que el sol dirija nuestro caminar . . .
It was six days past the seventh
I was on the road again
Putting distance in the rear
Of the places I had been
Left that girl in Amarillo
The one in those nice blue jeans
Headed for San Francisco
In that city filled with drag queens
It’s been three years since I’ve seen home
Guess I’d better retrace and head on out
Mama is probably still praying
You can bet on that no doubt
After all that time chasing rainbows
And all that time wasting space
I’m right back where I started
Boy I still love this old home place
Found a different crowd down at Floppy’s
But still sipping on wicked brew
Still playing eight-ball
And eating up that bar-b-que
The mayor’s not the same
Seems everything’s changed round here
Guess I’ll join this different crowd
And have another cold beer
I see all those girls I dated
Done up and got themselves married off
Bankers, realtors and a mayor’s son
Except for Sarah who landed one of the cloth
Things aren’t the same as I left them
Time stands still for no one
So I’ll say good bye again to mama
And get this rig on a western run
I’m pulling into Waco
Dog tired with eyes are turning red
I’m signing off for the evening
And getting myself ready for bed
Sonnengelb / Yellow like the Sun / Amarillo como el sol
Wände erblühen
In freundlichem Sonnengelb
In meinem Zimmer
Walls bloom
In friendly sunny yellow
In my living room
Paredes florecen
En claro amarillo soleado
En mi sala de estar
The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone
Down the road with the wind on our faces
Off to visit some far off places
Headed south down the Mother Road
The bike trailer behind us we towed
We past the St Louis Arch gateway to the west
What a magnificent site I can atest
Stopped to see the Meramec Caverns
The Wine Table formation would look great in an old tavern
Through Cuba Missouri we rode the bike at a crawl
Taking pictures of the murals on the building walls
We rode through Kansas the shortest part of Route 66
On the Rainbow Curve Bridge we took more pics
We traveled on to see the Big Blue Whale in Catoosa OK
In Tulsa we camped out at the KOA
Took a break from the open road freedom
The next day in Clinton we visited the Route 66 Museum
On to Texas we then rode
Checking out the sites it had to behold
South of Amarillo saw the Cadillac Ranch
Got off the bike to walk off a cramp
In Adrian ate at the Midpoint Cafe
We had rode Old Route 66 halfway
On America's Highway we motored through New Mexico
In the distance we eyed Mount Tucumcari's plateau
Visited Petroglyph National Monument outside of Albuquerque
The sun setting on the petroglyphs looked spectacularly
Then we drove past the Continental Divide
Observed red rock mountains along side
In Arizona we finally arrived
By the scenery we were hypnotized
In Winslow stood on the corner like the Eagles song
The memory of that will be lifelong
Visited the Petrified Forest and Painted Desert
By this time we were sunburned and weathered
In Flagstaff we stopped to camp and rest
We spied an eagle tending it's nest
To Sedona rode the Oak Creek Scenic Drive
The views and landscape made me feel alive
Alas our trip was over we had to go home
But on this trip there were so many memories sown
The events that took place in a remote area of New Mexico about 230 miles south of Los Alamos during the predawn hours of July 16, 1945 forever changed the world. In the early morning darkness the incredible destructive powers of the atom bomb, code-named "Trinity", were first unleashed, and what had been merely theoretical became reality. Said General Groves, head of the Manhattan project, "We were reaching into the unknown and we did not know what might come of it". Some feared the consequences of radio-active fallout on civilian populations surrounding the test site. Observers were sent to surrounding towns to monitor the results of the blast and medical teams were kept on alert. But the hope and the focus was on the feeling that we now had the means to ensure a speedy conclusion to the war and save thousands of American lives.
A bit over 400 miles north, north east of the blast on that early morning in July, in a
small Panhandle farm, a girl of 17 rose, as was her daily custom, to milk the cows by
hand, she being the youngest child and only girl of second-generation Polish immigrants who made their living by raising maize and wheat, cows and chickens and selling their milk and eggs in the small town nearby. But less than a month after the July 16th test of the atomic bomb, this otherwise seemingly healthy girl fell into such a malaise that she could not even get out of bed much less carry on with her assigned chores on the farm. She was brought to a hospital in Amarillo and eventually discharged with no diagnosis other than she must have had a nervous breakdown due to some kind of female hysteria. She was sent away to a convent to recuperate but no one, least of all her parents, ever really knew what could have caused her sudden “nervous breakdown” that took place downwind and less than a day’s drive from that first historic explosion of the atomic bomb.
orange and yellow
vivid hues predominate
in the tropic spring
anaranjado y amarillo
vividas tonalidades que predominan
la primavera tropical
4-4-2016
Born out on Highway 9 down in Corpus
Saw a mermaid in the gulf or maybe a porpoise
What a time at South Padre during Spring break
In Amarillo one time I tried to eat a giant steak
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
Drank beer, long neck bottles of Lone Star
Just sittin’ on a stool at Mickey Gilley’s Bar
I fell in love with a country gal from Abilene
Damn, she had the nicest legs I’d ever seen
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
Fifty yard line seats to watch America’s team
Roger, Troy, Emmett, Deon, Bullet Bob, what a dream
Spent my whole pay check at a house in La Grange
Partner, lets just say, it aint home on the range
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
Abuelita's shooting cactus desert beauty, beautiful array of amarillo flowers budding.
Daring to touch one of it's prickly thorns. Abulelita's old school charm shakes her bony
little finger and warns us to leave the cactus alone. Mesmerized by its beauty only to
pick just one flower.Abuelita runs to the screen door wiping her hands on her apron
"Dejar el los plantas" leave the cactus alone it will shoot you like a cowboy. It is
the fastest gunslinger in the west it's needles are more deadly than bullets, your blood
will water the shooting cactus. Standing there admiring Abuelita's shooting cactus
admiring it's beauty, reaching for the flower suddenly twenty needles shot through
my right knee cap swift and precise the shooting cactus left no smoke, but a trail
of my blood on Abuelita's front porch steps.Staggering to the screen door, I yelled
Abuelita I've been shot!the gunslinger did me in. Abuelita grabbed her carpenters
tapestry sewing bag.Cradled in her apron bandages she brings out this old silver bowl,
boils hot water as she pulled the needles out she told me not to go after the gunslinger
of the old west.
Forget those wintry postcards,
where the streets are covered with snow;
'cause there ain't no snow in Texas,
the odds are better in Amarillo!
Christmas in good ol' Texas,
mild weather is such a pain;
there won't be snow for Christmas,
so i guess i'll pray for rain!
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.