Best Chico Poems
El dominio del alma
Una noche cualquiera sin ningún motivo he visto la luna y me ha nacido escribir pero no se que hacer la verdad dejare que mi subconsciente me domine y escriba lo que quiera……..mi miedo al futuro……chico tranquilo que se podría describir de un poco inquieto se apacienta su cuarto pensando mirando al techo de su cuarto perdiéndose en su mente y piensa solo en que será de él el día de mañana y casi siempre terminan llorando por el hecho de no saber por dónde empezar…..el párrafo nos relata una escena muy corta pero con el significado más profundo posible, la palabra INQUIETO con la cual comenzamos es de dar ha entender no en la parte física no en la parte mental por el hecho que la mente siempre tiene que estar en movimiento para el en su subconsciente, CUARTO es el punto esencial de la escena por que hay es donde los jóvenes más en soledad se encuentran normalmente es el había esencia para el pensamiento profundo en pocas palabras la escena real TECHO jajaja como parte esencial el hecho de que el mirar y dejar que la mente tome control del cuerpo y todo se sitúe en la mente para dejarla dejarla florecer DIA DE MAÑANA sin inventar sin saber sin conocer sin poder hacer nada LLORANDO cada gota tiene un significado que comienza desde bloques más adentro y siempre termina en el suelo sin importar Que y te preguntaras? De qué servirá todo esto pues la percepción va deriva por el hecho de las palabras son comunes entre los jóvenes por el hecho que estar mejor en su habita que es lo único que lo hace sentir seguro y el alma actúa cuando la mente le da ese permiso absoluto por eso siempre nos dicen que las lágrimas caen cuando están solas y se dicen que no son lágrimas normales si no lagrimas atrapadas por el hecho de no poder ser una solo persona en su cuarto, el había, la soledad, el dolor y las lágrimas son esa entra al alma que todos quisiéramos que nos controlara
Frase del día
Si la verdad no te hace sentir en paz será mejor que te olvides de tu alma por el hecho que el alma es la forma espiritual más real y verdadera que puedes alcanzar o estar preparado para el dolor de la verdad o estas en la tranquilidad de la mentira esperando ha que llegue a su fin
5/04/2023 7:51 ??
Categories:
chico, 1st grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Elegy
"Cats come in many kinds of personalities - the same as people do. Just be very grateful if a perfect one owns YOU." by Author
A lot of cats in my life I’ve taken in.
A silver Persian with green eyes was my first.
She was lovely, but so aloof – to my chagrin.
Some other cats had problems, but the worst
were those who would not use the litter box – I felt cursed!
Ralph, an ugly gray Persian with a smashed-in face,
had a purr like a roar; he was really nice!
Another Persian I’d named Lilah had a lady’s grace.
Black cat Razzmataz and Sookie (Siamese) – each one had her vice.
Strangely, not a one of them was interested in mice!
There was one cat I loved that was the best.
A plain-looking Calico was she.
Nineteen years she lived with us; I felt so blessed,
for Callie was as flawless as a cat can be.
After all these years, I miss her always being near me.
She’d follow me around, such a darling.
A little bell on her collar let me know
she was always there with its ring-a-ling-a-ling.
Today I have two boy cats -Simba and Chico.
They’re not bad, but next to Callie, they are only so-so!
Categories:
chico, cat,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I hear once more the lyrics of this song I'm listening to-
a gentle blast from my very youthful past,
and I am back in middle school,
an attractive skinny girl
despite the horn rimmed glasses
which have gotten me the nickname of “Four eyes”
and the large beehive hairdo
I have to rat with my comb painstakingly each morning.
I am in the music room of my eighth grade
practicing with Swing Choir,
the group that I’ve auditioned for
and am thrilled to be a part of.
A cute boy stands tall among all the others
in the back row of the male section.
We are all singing -
“This Guy’s in Love.
This guy’s in love with You.”
My heart is pounding with the melody
as I watch my current crush so longingly,
imagining he sings the words to me alone.
Could my life yet to be lived
ever compare to my happiest vivid daydreams?
“When you smile, I can tell we know each other very well.”
I think he sees me watching him. I look away.
This scene will be replayed again and again
in other classrooms
where I’ll be watching other boys
that I'll be crushing on
and hoping they are watching me as well.
But now, just for now -
I sing the words with my group -
“Don’t let my heart keep breaking. . .”
My soul fills with teenage angst.
Oh to be young again
with such sweet aching
not yet knowing I’ll soon be getting walked home from school
by that cute tall boy
named Chico.
Written Feb. 7, 2016 for the Solitary Moments Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose
The song is "This Guy's in Love" written by Burt Bacharach
and performed byHerb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass. (please hear it in the link above)
Categories:
chico, longing, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Cost of living.
The cost of living is getting me down, now my smile is always a frown.
Juggling bills, there's nothing left, before long I'm going to have to turn to theft.
Government don't understand or care that now my cupboard is always bare.
Pay rises are now a joke, don't they realise we're all broke!
They need to spend some time in my shoes before they prioritise company profits over our blues.
Because before long we will rise and put an end to all their lies!
Power to the people,
Chico.
© 2 hours ago
Categories:
chico, anger, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Moshe, Larry, Curly,
Howls, cries, nyuks;
Three silly comic stars:
Smile, clown -- Cluck!
Chico, Harpo, Benny, Berle,
Moron grins, happy chins;
Crazy nutty comic kooks:
Funny jokes -- egads zooks!
Alvin Ailey, dance gaily,
False teeth: Brush daily;
Silly Sally, Dilly-dally,
Ollie, Holly, Mollie!
Belly flops, fatal plops,
Messy slops, lemon drops;
Harry Caray, Tooth Fairy,
Music Maven -- Chuck Berry.
Pitty-patty, kitty-katty,
Ticky-tacky, Cinci-nnati
Polly-Wolly, Wooly Bully,
Diffy-daffy, Laughy Taffy!
March 22, 2018
Contest entry in "A little laughter five," sponsored by
Edward McCall, closing date - March 23, 2018
Notes: Moe Howard's (of the Three Stooges) actual first name was Moshe.
'Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' was a trademark line of Curly (3 Stooges.)
Berle is comedian: Milton Berle (aka 'Uncle Miltie').
'Egads zooks' is an exclamation my mother and others of her
generation used to use (frequently).
'Wooly Bully' was a pop song by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs,
released in 1965; it soared high on the Top-40 charts.
Categories:
chico, fun, humorous, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
NOSTALGIA: 70s
REMEMBER...
BOBBY SHORT originally sung the "CHARLIE" Commercial, that was one of my FAVORITES...
(Kind Of Young, Kind of Now...Charlie!
Kind Of FREE, Kind of WOW!!! CHARLIE!)
I also and still love the WINDSONG jingle...(Windsong STAYS On My Mind!) All The Time*, And I'll BUST OUT SINGING that 70s Version, in Gleeful Immersion...Never Thought I'd HEAR that again...and then came: YOUTUBE! Grooving Back In Time...
That PURITY makes my Heart Tingle*...STILL!
REMEMBER...
FREDDIE PRINZE! "CHICO AND THE MAN" OMG! Man, the CRUSH I HAD!!!! Talk about a SMILE, CHARISMA and COMEDIC TIMING, HE WAS A PRINCE IN MY MIND!!!! I Just LOVED How HE EXUDED! And The GUESTS...
JOSÈ FELICIANO and SAMMY DAVIS JR.,
THEME SONG TRIBUTES, EMOTION WISE:
PURE GOLD*****
REMEMBER...
"NIGHT GALLERY"...(Debuted in 1969)
A Year After the First* Year of MY LIFE...SMILE*
I Remember ROD SERLING~
(WHAT A VOICE...WHAT AN UNDERSTATEMENT!)
Those IMAGES* Were INCREDIBLE! UNFORGETTABLE! NOTHING...
FELT MORE DISTURBING* THAN SEEING THE OPENING CREDITS! UNNERVING! "TWILIGHT ZONE" BECAME MY PREFERRED WELL-KNOWN! NOW THAT I'M GROWN;
I APPRECIATE THE REMARKABLE SCI-FI SHOWN...BECAUSE I WAS B L O W N AWAY! HAUNTED, DAUNTED '"TIL THIS DAY!!!"
THE 70s...THESE ARE A FEW OF MY COUNTLESS MEMORIES...MARVELING* FROM MY YOUNGER ME!!!
I SURELY LOVE 1970 AND EVERYTHING* IN THAT DELIGHTFUL DECADE...
E S P E C I A L L Y,
ALL THAT INTRODUCTION TO MY CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA!
"NOTHING BLAND" AND...
AS A KID, IT DEFINITELY *WOWED* YA!
"DO YOU REMEMBER BABY...
DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIMES OF YOUR LIFE?"
*A NOD* :-)
SUNG BY PAUL ANKA, A 70s CLASSIC.
ON TV LAND, PRESENTS THIS 70s BRAND:
"BIONIC WOMAN"
OH YEAH!!!! :-) MY YOUTH"FULL" MEMORIES...
I'LL ALWAYS* REMEMBER~~~~~
"GOOD NIGHT :-) JOHN BOY!"
©Renee Denise Gross {GHPPR} 01/18/2018
Categories:
chico, appreciation, dedication, emotions, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
It never takes me
More than a wink of an eye
To travel from the Levant people
To the people of Minoa
Via yellow river, Norte Chico
Egypt, Harappa and Mesopotamia
I’d seen enough falls and rises
Like the ocean’s weaves
Embedded with few moment’s high tides
And receding low ebbs
While living in houses of Uruk and Memphis
I encountered with enough love and hate
To satisfy their basic instincts
Some went too low, some were too great
To preserve human development and progress.
In the course of my travelling
Through the great river Nile
Among the valleys of Euphrates and Tigris
I’d seen wonderful minds
In heaps of war, conspiracy, deception and lies
With multiple injuries
When I laid in the trenches of lust and greed
In the battle fields of Polynesia
I’d seen the indomitable human spirit
How it withheld the cruelties of Athenians and Spartans
And pushed forward the great human civilization
………………to be continued ……..
Categories:
chico, mythology, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Happy Happy Birthday ? ~•°Gio Muñoz°•~? '
To the MOST HANDSOME SINGER
with the most
BOYISH LIKE FACE
let me say
happy happy birthday to you
i lift up my glass with a
LYRICAL Toast
just as HEART MOVINGLY SUNG
and MANLY TERRIFIC
as to say to you
i hope you have a
happy happy birthday
that only a
SUPER FINE DRESSED GENTLEMAN
like you can do
happy happy birthday
to a ADORABLE HEARTBREAKER
AS ROMANTICALLY LOVABLE
as THE BRIGHTEST SINGING YOUNG STAR
Gio Muñoz THE CUTE
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Feliz feliz Cumpleaños ? ~ ° Gio Muñoz ° • ~? '
Para el CANTANTE MÁS HABLANDO
Con la mayor
Chico como la cara
Déjame decir
Feliz cumpleaños a ti
Levanto mi copa con un
Tostada LYRICAL
Justo como CORAZON MOVINGLY SUNG
Y MANLY TERRIFIC
Como decirte
Espero que tengas un
feliz feliz Cumpleaños
Que solo un
CABALLERO SUPER FINO VESTIDO
Como puedes hacer
feliz feliz Cumpleaños
A un HEARTBREAKER ADORABLE
AS ROMANTICAMENTE ADORABLE
Como EL BRILLANTE CANTANDO A LA ESTRELLA JOVEN
Gio Muñoz EL LINDO
Categories:
chico, birthday, celebrity, for him,
Form:
Danny, Ricky, Dave -
Names I’ll carry to the grave.
Chico, Glenn and Chris -
Through junior high, I loved all six!
Aug. 4, 2015
for the Micropoetry ain't that tweet Contest of Casarah Nance
(115 characters if you count spaces between words, according to
what the box tells me when I put this poem inside a comment box)
Categories:
chico, boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Gummy bears!
Lollipops!
How yummy…
Can’t stop, won’t drop,
Eyes pop…
Candy shoppe!
We must go,
Me and Joe…
Chica -- Chico,
Best buds
Let’s divvy
Up this grub,
One for each…
Yum, yum
Tasty dum-dums…
Come on chum,
You want some
Bubble gum?
Have some Dante ~
Okay…
We are all done
Now, let’s run and
Have some fun
The Yenga is a nine-verse poem with no set rhyme scheme or meter, and is not syllabic.
However, its theme must 'capture the innocence of childhood'. It can be written as a solo or
with partners. The verse structure is as follows.... 3-3-3, 2-2-2, 3-3-3.
These numbers refer to lines in each verse.. Not syllables.
Categories:
chico, fantasy, children, friendship, imagination
Form:
Verse
White kitten with curled ears. How cute is he -
this little cat now barely eight weeks old.
My heart melts when his blue eyes gaze at me.
So sweet is he to look at and to hold.
This little cat now barely eight weeks old -
he gives such joy to me and to my spouse.
So sweet is he to look at and to hold.
We’re happy that he likes things in our house.
He gives such joy to me and to my spouse.
He has his own small toys and little bowl.
We’re happy that he likes things in our house.
Now watch him scurry off the bed and roll!
He has his own small toys and little bowl.
He jumps at us, retreats, and then comes back.
Now watch him scurry off the bed and roll.
How playful is his every swift attack.
He jumps at us, retreats and then comes back.
My heart melts when his blue eyes gaze at me.
How playful is his every swift attack.
White kitten with curled ears – how cute is he!
May 18, 2022
For L. Milton Hankins' A Rhyming Pantoum Of Five Stanzas Poetry Contest
Categories:
chico, cat,
Form:
Pantoum
If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be
If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried
Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight
Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host
From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend
Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife
Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”
I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way
Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard
Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend
I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse
So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end
But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I
So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds
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Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj
Categories:
chico, death, friendship, introspection, life,
Form:
Couplet
My chihuahua, Trooper is from the pound
It was him or Super an older hound
Formally known as Chico
I changed his name to Rico
He snarled, and left with a look of dumbfound
The name Trooper sticks he has it his way
Super the old hound comes to mind today
So Trooper and I
Go out for a ride
Super, Trooper, and I are here to stay
When Trooper acts up, I call him Rico
Himself again, my little taquito
I dropped Super, he’s now Old Guy
We’re off to the dog park close by
Just dog pound nightmares, they aren’t loquito
*loquito-Spanish meaning mad, crazy
Categories:
chico, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”
We departed Redding at 3:45,
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5,
Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River,
Going at a constant speed of 85,
Passing the snoring cities of Red Bluff, Chico and Yuba City,
Slicing through the darkness of early morning,
With the tule fog scratching over the countryside,
Shrouding the distant lights like blinders on a roan.
One city after another, my speeding treads arriving
In dark sleepy Sacramento in two hours.
With the sun not waking yet, but stirring,
The internal beast passed Stockton as a blur in time,
With other speeding drivers merging onboard,
As insistent captains of their own landlocked ships.
Then looming before us, the San Joaquin canvass;
A devouring flatness five hundred miles long,
Of faraway farmlands sleeping overtime,
The majestic surreal banality of Central California,
Magnetizing us, hypnotizing us to the hastening flow,
Of southern currents and windy traipsings;
This caravan of one, this golden fueled protrusion,
Of the nomadic heartbeat; the inertly-moving soul search;
This final journey to the rapids of my youth,
Where undead ghost boys still climb the rebar rungs,
Atop the old tower on the water’s edge,
Still spit into the blue, slow-paced river below.
Categories:
chico, travel,
Form:
Free verse
He drifted into town one day.
We didn't ask his name
Or where he came from.
(Some guessed way up north.)
They called him Chico the Wino.
We didn't muse or ponder
That he was some mother's son --
Jack or Joe or Jim or John --
Who went over there
And couldn't go home again.
We didn't know what he did in the war
Or what the war did to him.
We were just boys
Not quite men,
But he let us be his friends.
He was old -- maybe 25.
His hair was thick and white.
We marveled at that
But we didn't ask why.
His skin was smooth and tan
Except for a circle
Where a ring had been.
He wasn't melancholy or grim --
He could tell a lie or spin a yarn
Or joke and laugh with the guys
(Except for his eyes)
We found him one day on his cot
Clutching his last bottle of Muscatel.
In his other hand an ancient tin
Crammed with medals
And one golden band.
Somewhere a mother mourns
For Jack or Joe or John or Jim --
For the son who went over there
And never came home again.
Somewhere a young bride
Touches the pillow where he had lain --
The lover who never returned --
And weeps for what might have been.
The mother's son,
The young bride's lover
Were lost far away
In a violent land
And now Chico the Wino
Has at last found what he sought;
His war is over; Peace is bought.
Categories:
chico, family, friendship, lost love,
Form:
Free verse