Best Cuban Poems

Mojito Conjuring 

When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her 
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke, 
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out for sugar so that
I could learn my true name.
Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,...

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"A CUBAN GIRL"


there’s a Cuban girl. over 
the years, she’s popped in 
and out. we had a short fling 
and never saw each other 
again. finally, not too long 
ago, we became friends again. 
usually, she rids herself of 
me from whatever we are 
connected on, blocks my 
number or simply disappears. 
this time though,...

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let’s welcome the Cuban defector
suggesting he steer to our vector
we could send our own boat
learning Spanish by rote
then pray that he’s better than Hector....

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Cuban and Reuben

If you will really like a great Ruben
I am sure you also will like a Cuban
Like Obama when in Havana did land
Whole island had beaches full of sand.

Sky was cloudy and it started to rain
From tops of umbrellas started to drain
Even though weather was dull and dreary
President and family were bright and cheery.

Will...

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Music drifts down into the dim allies 
A rhythm tune coming from every home.
Filled with the laughter of broken voices.
Like waves rollicking with the sound.
 
Cuban nights syncopating by stressing. 
The familiar routine of daily existence,
Mystique meaning sharing in the living. 
Parts of history claiming its presence.
 
The people are dying by politics defying.
All rights...

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The welcome party’s out in style,
It wags its tail, it beams a smile;
The cabs lined up are set to go,
Resplendent as in a 1950’s pageant show.
The air is warm, the palm trees sway,
For Old Havana airport, it’s just another day.

The road to town is just a blur,
Of sights and sounds and images that stir,
Of little...

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But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown. 
Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down.
Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town.
I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown.

You have such a sparkle, a...

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He walked down the high street in tropical Havana
Where he spotted a bar named the Copa Cabana
The weather was hot he could do with a drink 
An ice cold beer and some time to think 

However did he finish up in a country like Cuba ?
Was down to a jazz musician who plays the tuba
The...

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I’m from the smell of cafe con leche dancing around the house and
los primos already full of energy in the backyard.
I’m from guava and cream cheese crackers for breakfast and 
the constant sound of abuela saying “come mas mi vida”,
I’m from the smell of fabuloso and mama’s radio never failing
to wake the family up on...

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      *****Freedom for Cubans!*****

Under Communism's cold rule~

My heart knows them well! 

As their teacher, they showed respect!

The most outanding ethnic group,

Whoever put me on the front page of the
Cuban newspaper.

To keep me in their Andersonville area school.

They were so very outraged,
“MAESTRA ROMiOS,” the large block print said.

I was never so...

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The Cuban Piano Bar
        

              Let's get out and have some fun!
              Stop writing poetry and get some
    ...

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   Five-and-Ten, a ‘Mom-and-Pop’
      just down the road
   Ye olde-fashioned ice cream shoppe

   Round the corner a little bit
      an old barber’s pole
   Enjoy the flavor of candy-cane wit

   Near the station, a musty news-stand
...

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