Best Colombian Poems


The Knights Crusade

Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer confit and other gourmet fare

Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold 
Dearest damsel, thou art are my life

The ravages of nature may threaten ye
But I’ll cool thee in the brutal heat
and warm thee in the bitter cold

I will slay where all the dragons dwell
I'll protect thee from the gates of hell
Dearest damsel, thou art my life

My strength and resolve to win thy love
I will defy the gods above
Until my labors bring fruition

all these enumerations that I have stated
I promise thee with all my heart
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
 
But thou cannot have my Tapioca

Tapioca - Knights Crusade

Tapioca  (Free Verse)

I’ll always be thoughtful and treat you well
Mi amor
If you want for food, it will always be there
Mi amor
I’d protect you from the gates of hell
Mi amor
Whatever you desire is yours
Mi amor
But you cannot have my tapioca
Feb. 6,  2003

The Knight’s Crusade  (Villanelle)

Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer comfit and other gourmet fare

Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold 
Dearest damsel, thou art are my life

The ravages of nature may threaten thee
But I’ll cool thee in the brutal heat
and warm thee in the bitter cold

I will slay where all the dragons dwell
I'll protect thee from the gates of hell
Dearest damsel, thou art my life

My strength and resolve to win thy love
I will defy the gods above
Until my labors bring fruition

all these enumerations that I have stated
I promise thee with all my heart
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
 
But thou cannot have my Tapioca

May 4, 2014

Makeover Contest Roy Jerden
Ralph Sergi  March 26, 2015

It's a Spring Morning

The morning greets me with birds at my window
They peck at the glass, 
they chirp and harass,
"The sun is up, the grass smells clean! 
The flowers so pretty they must be seen!" 

I pull the covers back up to my chin, 
the cold cotton pillow feels good on my skin. 
But the longer I lie here the more I realize, 
the coffee is calling; I really must rise.

With eyes barely open, I saunter about. 
The kitty is purring and happy as trout.  
My shepherds come running, their tails wagging fast. 
They want to go outside, and go running past.  
I open the door and nearly knocked over,
They run off the deck and into the clover. 

I walk to the table, 
all dressed with pink roses, 
waiting for barking, and kissed by wet noses. 
I smell the aroma of Colombian beans, 
my percolator singing, while I get on my jeans.

I'm feeling quite artful, 
the day has begun.  
The birds are still chirping, 
the yard in full sun.

The coffee tastes great, and as I sit here, 
the birds at my window, the cat in the chair, 
there's one place that's calling, with north light galore, 
just past the den, where Big Bear will snore.  
My studio corner, my wonderful place, 
where dreams are realized, and canvas to face.

The day has begun
It's a spring morning

-Mary Susan Vaughn


Trucker Coffee

though you may not be a trucker
never have driven a semi with your CDL
never 
ever
even thought of coasting up above the open road
putting thousands of miles beneath your cap
to the tune of
“east bound and down”---
you may have, in your short time on this planet, 
walked into a diner &
ordered yourself up a deep cup of
trucker’s coffee.

strong & without ulterior motive,
the trucker’s coffee will stare you right in the eye
and tell you
“look man, you can either add milk & sugar to me,
or you can take me straight, but either way---
we gonna be waking your ass up!”

trucker’s coffee is not made by truckers,
its not brewed only in trucks,
and it certainly doesn’t come from some island that
only truckers can get to---
but it is an honest
drink---
you know it when you see it &
you see it when you smell it.

it doesn’t offer up the slightly bitter mystique of your
french roasted arabica or the pleasant aromas of 
any of those classic 
coffeehouse
concoctions,
it doesn’t even qualify as quality colombian, 
but it may very well kick you like
kona.

mind you,
this coffee is not for the weak stomached---
it is not the light brown water that you get offered politely by your
neighbor, 
when you come over to discuss the fact that their kids are
too damn loud
when they are playing in their backyard at the crack of dawn on
any given 
work day.

it is brewed with the crappy water that only 
diners can muster,
where no matter what tap it is poured from,
it still tastes thicker & harder than any water you
have ever sipped from another---
there may or may not be grounds still floating in it,
and it’s overall warmth may range anywhere from
scalding hot to luke warm,
but the fact remains,
at one, seldom changing price,
regularly falling below $2.00 &
free refills,
you can’t go wrong &
you will be awake
very soon.

Premium Member Headaches Cure All

Headaches cure all 
Colombian, Java… works
Coffee black and strong


By eve roper 11/2/2014
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Attitude Adjustment

It is always after days like this one,
of a kind of proverbial snake chasing
its tail, its form flawless, its strength in

numbers of its friends all rolling together
carrying me to the end of a long day,
the end being where I started, just as

dark, my breath as clear on the concrete
platform as it was twelve hours before,
my insides still a Colombian neck tie.

But I am still one hour and at least two
languages away from there, here in the
bar car, my head against the stretch window

as the Norman countryside smears by at
200 kph, a drop of casis stirring towards a
mandarin horizon fuller than my plastic cup of scotch,

tilting with each banking of the train only to
level out sharply seconds later, the minimum
time required - I suspect - for the stubbly 

driver to refresh his senses with a good chuckle,
which would surely be more 
frequent if they let me ride up there with him,

playing "I Spy" with our eyes closed,
testing the emergency brake and
scaring cars at crossings with the horn.


Titanoboa

edits was set up fine on my word doc here. had a few issues with words and such out of line tho on my work here. see how this turns out. 

Titanoboa
Magnificent 48 foot long snake.
Dead 60 million years.
Hunting silent as death,
a stunning animal at home in water.
Back bone fossils found in a Colombian quarry.
New record size.
Imagine seeing one today.
Maybe a good job none are alive now.
Bad men would hunt them
to sell to collectors,
put in a zoo,
kill and be stuffed in a 
drug cartel’s mansion.
What made Titanoboa so big?
Eating 15 ft Blunt Nose crocs after
crushing them to death?
No, warm temperatures did.
What a sight, a 48 ft snake weighing a ton.
Alive 60 million years ago.

The Color White

The Color White
To ponder on the color chart
What colors dominate our life
Alas, the shades of black and white
may only favor day and night
The color black is very dark
devoid of character and traits
But white is space so infinite
To designate a peoples race
And adjectives so positive 
awaiting colors to arrive

A brave new world should document
Ethnicity from life to death
A revolution oe’r the years
What colors entered to discern
contribute more so we can learn
And contribute to our earth
In many countries of our globe
And tribes become diversified
No monarchy to ply our genes
As animals are bred to match
The wonders of Ethnicity
Of customs, cultures and a dream
To love a world of day and night
The difference is a pure delight

What is White Contest
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
January 14, 2018

(My folks came from Italy, my wife is Colombian.
my grand children share those genes along with India 
and Puerto Rico)

Premium Member German Windmills

Nurembered days
 

Numb
	Dumb
The pain
			insane

a breast to suckle
	an ear to hear

walking dead
		late but prayed

Gods fell asleep
Mortals played

tumors grow
	Its the doctors show

Liver or die
	Drink my dreams	
		or do I try
Lettuce and rabbits
	seduction and undergarments

exposed in the rain
	dancing in pain

rendezvous
	cafes and empty tables
candles burnt
	loves description like flames		
fades away


easy to say
	no one to sway		
		who the hell wants to stay

This world is red
This life is spoked and bloody
Emotions drowned in daily strife
Memories drift

		like snow in the wind

	Silent dreams

Erotic dancers

	Colombian cafes

My head a daze


Long ago, when the piano was tuned

I was a player

I was formidable and great

	now
		I drink in the last call

fulk the life and I want the hell

	do I cry in Belgium

Fabulous

I am not a nice guy

But the metro is here

	so goodbye

   Suicide tracks

			and

Musical notes 

  chasing the hate of isis tears for fears	

Butterflies trump ruby foo’s buffet

	for tyrants rant	
		While fools become gluttons

Premium Member Let It Snow

Evil lies in darkness
Tongue of a viper
A 9mm Glock
Stop you like a clock
A break in the day
Death and decay
A hazy reality
Leaves you blue 
And green
The color of a loon
Chicken soup
Carrots and peas
Mama can’t save you now
You made the deal
In a back alley
And it was for real
No video game
You can walk away from
And sleep in your bed
You’re living the dream
In techno color
My evil brother
So slide on in your sled
For the man is calling
And you can’t say no
To all that Colombian blow
It’s Christmas somewhere
So let it snow, let it snow.

A Cup of Coffee

It was something like night time;
half past nine o'clock and fully dark--
I remember how the winds blew,
the trees outside shook with winter
and it was cold for quite a while--

I watched how the frost nibbled
at the oncoming guests, none alike,
holding onto their gifts so proudly--
I wonder, what was even so important
that they would wade through snow?

The smell of grandma's home brew,
put my mind at ease, never bitter--
never once bitter, or too strong,
or too mild, it was as if she knew--
the troubles I would endure.

All my cousins, and their cousins,
uncles, aunts, nephews and nieces,
three and four generations together--
dishes and furniture would break
and all together, a hypocritical chant.

These pretenders and false believers,
like vultures that glide for a meal--
I shake my head, my hands tremble,
I long for rest though it is hours away,
another piece of cake and a smile.

Another sip of the Colombian blend,
the taste is sweet, my throat, soothing--
my lips feel honest and serene,
nothing can take this from me--
no, not even this empty crowd.

There is a great deal to speak of,
judgement is passed with the salt--
I do not wish to hear their voices,
for their problems are all my fault--
and I, must seal up like a vault,


more ripples in my cup of coffee...

Dog's Heaven

https://www.thestar.com.my/news/world/2017/11/24/dog-abandoned-in-colombian-airport-dies-of-broken-heart/
 
Dog's Heaven 

How sad for a Man's Best Friend.....
To have wandered all over in vain...
Lonely and lost in its abandonment..
Death exacts its toll, time finally to enter Dog's Heaven....

Poor doggy, listlessly wasting away each day....
Sniffing away air travellers coming her way....
Hoping to chance upon her master there at the airport...
Bewildered  why her master was nowhere to be found... 

Lost her appetite, worn out by its patience and its fading hunger..
Poor doggy, her heart yearned only for her master.....
When came the rescuers, they pitied and felt her misery...
They tried their best but cannot mend the broken heart in this doggy....

Now, all that remains, a requeim to remember this sad doggy....
Lost in abandonment, she had pined and suffered in lonely misery...
One solitary abandoned doggy, looking all over for its owner.. 
Lonely, hungry, miserable and abandoned, broken hearted in its silence....

What a sad ending, but a new beginning somewhere in Dog's Heavens.....
A new angel of a doggy, called back to duty in Dog's Heavens...
Brings to my mind, the melancholic tunes of the song Jealous of Angels....
There can be no other conclusion, this doggy has to be the latest angel....

Finally recalled back to join the others at the round table of canine angels..
But sadly here on earth, none mourn the ascent of this latest angel to Dog's Heavens....

Colombia Supreme

Im scared of shadow people on the wall I hope
                       the phone dont ring at all Im locked down in this 
                        cell better known as ****ing hell


                      Colombian plant supreme got me wanting to
                         scream got me wanting to scream got me
                         Paranoid like a feind Colombia supreme got 
                         me wanting to scream got me wanting to scream
                         got me Paranoid like a feind


               I love it and I hate it How it makes me feel this way nite and day
                 Cant escape the feelings from yesterday the pain and deppression
                the overwhelming obsession the tales you will never know at my descression


                   Colombian plant supreme got me wanting to
                     scream got me wanting to scream got paranoid 
                     like a feind Colombia supreme got me wanting 
                      to scream got me wanting to scream got me 
                        Paranoid like a feind

       
                 I feel it deep down in my soul this 
                   white ***** finally has control I cant 
                   escape the thoughts in my head maybe 
                       im better off dead


                  colombia supreme got me wanting to scream 
                    got me wanting to scream gotme wanting to
                     scream got me paranoid like a feind

Take What Is Yours

The Don, the Boss, El JEFE, El Patron mas feroz.
    Born and bred to relinquish the rules, exploit the fools, and elude the FEDs
   Andando sin cuerda en los calles de Medellin, Don Pablo nacio con hambre y
   sed "Pues Claro mijo, por que yo no soy ningun estrella bonito. I came to 
   conquer this world, an d steal from Los Ricos." He'd say, thus being his
   mission objective.

   Medellin, Colombian wasn't you're everyday plot of Land or tale of glory.
   Mountanous landscapes, alarmingly temptuous women, and love stories.
   Cocaine paid the drug Cartels en route to the most lucrative drug trade
    Escobar swore that he would dig his own grave, if he wasn't a millionaire
   by the age 22, so he stole and he killed with cold-hearted skill engraved
   into the Soul of a man possessed by El Diablo mas bravo que el Fuego.
   El nino Pablito, un nino de Cielo... Gano todos sus Exitos sin nada de miedo.

   Yeah, yeah, yeahh. He killed, he robbed, his thrill was the mob! So WHAT??
   He was a sick man, a smart man, could form a mile of sand into contraband.
   He was N-U-T-S. Pues si, claro caballeros, mas que todo Loco pero mas que
   nadien Astuto. He bought land, he bought planes, he negotiated business 
   just by the drop of his Name. I won't judge, and I won't budge, the fact is
    the man made so much money that FORBES had to nudge, he was rated.

    In retrospect, history teaches us many lessons concerning human behavior.
    You take a man from any walk of life and fill him with a tenacious Ambition
   and it won't matter how the chips fall, because if he isn't holding the Ace's
   he's strategizing to rig the deck of cards, already ahead of the races. Look,

   Im not the guy you puts these guys in cuffs, and I ain't the guy that honors
   this stuff, But I will tell you this -- Pablo Escobar understood something that
   the rest of the world won't, or can't. Fear in the presence of action can and
   will override ruling powers and force their submission. Lo llamaron un "Robin
   Hood", y El Patron De Mal. Indeed, he figured out a way to divide and Conquer.
© Drew Brand  Create an image from this poem.

They Can'T Kill Me

They can't kill me
Although many have tried
All disappointed by the results
When they discovered
I had survived 
The Police and gangsters, 
Mexican and Colombian  
gangs
And even Drug Dealers I failed to pay 
Ex-husbands of women, Ex-girlfriends that felt betrayed
Car accidents and a plane crash
But I walked away 
I've lived through Earthquakes Hurricanes Volcanic eruptions
Even Tornadoes that caused devastating destruction 
I've been bitten by Scorpions 
a Brazilian Wandering Spider   
A Rattlesnake and Jelly Fish
All painful reminders
Survived Prostate Cancer  
A Sepsis Infection 
causing a 30 day coma
Tuberculosis when I was just a kid
Two heart attacks and Double Pneumonia 
Maybe now you'll understand
And may possibly believe
They can't kill me I'll never die
Due to my immortality 

JSB

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