Best Espanol Poems
**REAL CEREAL TRIX**
This girl Rio's, packed lunch in a cereal bowl
Her language almost sounds like espanol
Adding chocolate chunks to her munch
Funny how she ate, cinnamon toast crunch
The real TRIX is to add corn, in anything, NIKKO!
hahha kidding!
dedicated to RIO~aka NIKKO
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?
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
"Thank you for calling ACME, INCORPORATED"
"For English, press 1"
"En Espanol, numero dos"
(Customer presses 1)
"If this is a business, press 1"
"If this is a residence, press 2"
(Customer presses 2)
"Please listen carefully to the following"
(Customer listens)
"If you have an account, press 1"
"For new service, press 2"
(Customer presses 1)
"Please listen carefully to the following"
(Customer listens)
"To make a payment, press 1"
"For questions about your bill, press 2"
"For hours of operation, press 3"
"For payment locations, press 4"
"To transfer your service to a new address, press 5"
"To disconnect your service, press 6"
"To update your account information, press 7"
"For technical support, press 8"
"To return to the main menu, press 9"
"To speak to a representative, press 0"
(Customer presses 0)
"Due to high call volumes, we're unable
to assist you at this time"
"Please hang up and call back later"...
"Have a nice day!"
Yo vengo todo el camino a Mexico'.
Para, ver el mundo..
Para, ver las cosas Diferentes.
Ahora al rato.
Yo si me tiempo viene.
Para, ver el mundo.
Para sober que el.
Prtaisa esta terinado.
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Yo se mundo este lleno, de cosas diferente.
Las cosas diferente.
Ahora el rato.
Porqel el amor se disfruta.
Ellos san porte de la vida..
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Yo pienso el mundo es ou cosa espencia.
El amor si dis fruta.
Esto realmen me hace cantar.
Cantar sobre el planeta.
Y bueno sara para el hombre.
Esto es parques yo pe enso, esta palaras vienes pel araiso.
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios Amigos' (Vercion En Espanol)by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1998,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Okies silly one now I want a verse about an old broad who thought she was a flamingo!
(BIG SMILES Thank you for the fun challenge!)
“She Thinks She is a Flamingo”
“Me hablo espanol.”
Yes, you heard it right.
I speak Spanish. My feathers?
Oh, beautiful, the gracious sight.
Long. Fluffy. Pink. Bright!
I am not just any flamingo.
Although I do speak…
Flamingo lingo.
I am Chilean born.
Never am I forlorn.
Seldom in control...
See! “Me hablo espanol.”
Are my bloodlines pure?
Why do you ask?
Am I totally sure?
Finding out is NOT my task!
Gallivanting in Galapagos.
Extinction was the rave.
Feathers? No!
Permanent wave!
Lying on the beach.
Tying my tie.
It was almost out of reach.
Use good manners and speech.
Fresh shrimp in a bowl!
“Si! Me hablo espanol.”
Does it really matter?
Bring me another platter!
Oo la, la! Or yeah, yeah! YEAH!
I just want to say.
I’m flying to a party.
Good Ole U.S.A…
I love to boogie-woogie.
But the Cha-cha is in my veins!
On one leg, I tried to prance.
Did you say, “Dance?”
The shrimp I love to eat
Make a very special treat.
They turn my fluffy feathers bright.
But never stink my feet.
What is the link?
Bring me the mirror.
I want to see myself clearer.
Wild hat! Sun glasses!
A little bit fat! What say you?
I am NOT a flamingo?
Then, what? No! Not the jacket, again!
Again? Ha, ha, ha, ha…
She thinks, therefore she is...
NOT a flamingo!!!
Fun, silly challenge accepted! How did I do?
NOTE: Thankfully, my pain medicines end. Post-op medications did not send me this far out
there. Sadly, however, there are people in the world who really do SUFFER from endless
mental delusions and other mental illnesses in varying degrees of severity. We must keep
them in our prayers. Mental illness can be very debilitating. Although this was written with
fun in mind, reality must NEVER be ignored. God help us remember, respect, and show forth
love to our fellowman in need. I LOVE YOU SOUPERS! My days are uplifted because of your
creative wisdoms and kindnesses. Poems are good for the world. SMILES belong to each
one of you. Lovingly,
Dane Ann
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 16, 2009
These are just words:
Teacher and student,
Maestro and estudiante, and in
Life’s great song you are a but a precious
Fifteen notes in the
Monterrey of Mexico and I, some
Fifty sonatas in the waiting room of ever afters, where
Chords get harder to play in
English,
Espanol or even
Swahili, for that matter.
So this much I know: the
Great Conductor cannot miss the
Forever smile and wondrous lilt
Leaping
Endless, boundless, hate less into the
Joy you caress when he hears the
Lullaby of your
Sanguine youth.
Oh Yes! Let someone sing
“Maestro” and another
“Student”, and let too
Mozart waltz to
Shakespeare’s sonnets and
Handel serenade Cervantes, and when glorious
Bach opens heaven’s door to recite Senor Paz’s
“No More Cliches”,
Let’s join hands for the
Grand Concerto.
For I once met a man whose tongue,
Trilling with verse,
Taught me:
“Words are but
Melody in the symphony of the
Soul."
I am who I am and who I am is a pickle
Pickle rhymes with nickle and nickle rhymes with rhymes with pimples and pizza
Me gusta el pizarron
That is board in ESPANOL
I like to fart on my friends
I have no shame
That's why they gave me my nickname
El Farticus
I'm named after the ancient greek philosopher Socrates who farted on his enemies
I live in a cave with other pickles such as myself
The nicest pickles are the young ones who are still cucumbers
Me gusta young girls
I am old
Goodbye
Why can't the world be like it was when I was young
No one cleaning up dog-due dung
Kids dying right and left of polio and measles
Mumps running rampant like scorpions and beetles
Fathers employing razor belts
on recalcitrant sons and leaving welts
Mothers teaching daughters to clean and cook
poor-mouthing math and science textbooks
White folks lording it over illiterate Knee grows
Butchering Espanol -- and a few unlucky amigos
It was all so much simpler way back then
Cowboys shot Indians on the count of ten
So, why can't the world be like it was when I was young
Well, hey, I guess it is ~ English still ain't America's mother tongue...
A V.P. named Ms. Kamala Harris
Headed straight for the border of Paris
First she spoke Espanol
When eyes started to roll
She switched to Deutsch, not-at-all embarrassed
El premier es en Espanol
Mi cafe es restrictado.
al tazo que bebiendo
es caliente
Although I love my coffee,
mi medico llamare que yo se muerto,
si yo no terninar,
Entonces,
Mi cate es muy importante!
I am in Guatemala taking Spanish classes because I own and run a gallery
in Mexico. And this is my first poem in Spanish that I wrote yesterday.
En Espanol
En el bosque del mundo
Hay muchas manos
Alcanzando para el cielo
Esperando para respirar
Las estrellas caren como lagrimas
Espolvorear los deseos
Sobre el mundo
En el bosque, las manos aplauden
In English
In the forest of the world
There are many hands
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for breath
The stars fall with tears
Sprinkling wishes
over the world
In the forest
many hands applaud
written 10-6-2019
copyright protected Jeanne McGee 2019
Even though none of the pitchers hablan espanol,
you have to keep the game under control.
Curve, slider, sinker, you’re the one to make the call.
Most of the time, you want a good old fastball.
It takes a strong and smart catcher without a doubt.
You work to get each and every opposing batter out.
This is the one hundred and sixty-two game world that’s real.
Sometimes, that runner on first may be tempted to steal.
There he goes on his way to second base.
You throw a laser over there without haste.
The runner is out as the tag is made.
These are some of the things you do to get paid.
If you keep on doing your job, you are here to stay.
Hopefully, your team will win the game today.
At three 'o clock this afternoon,
A shaft of light pierced my room.
Curtains flung back as I arise:
An actor's life I do surmise!
Working halls and live theatre,
Singing songs in every meter.
Playing Hamlet, then a clown,
Each week it changes in this town.
Tonight my accent is deep Fen,
My entrance scene is played again.
People come to see me ramble,
I am a cop; Inspector Randall.
Bungling cases, then success:
Miss Marple would be so impressed!
I love the clapping of the crowd,
We take our bow, feeling proud.
Then travelling home in my old car
To see my kitten, Balthazar.
The night is cold, it's nearly three,
My kitten is here, on my knee.
I sip some vino, 'Espanol',
The kitten thinks I am his doll.
Razor needles pierce my skin,
But I am calm deep within.
Night owls hoot, it is bedtime,
I finish off my blood-red wine.
Take Balthazar his little toy,
To watch him play is such a joy.
I say goodnight and shut the door
Thinking of tonight's applause:
An aged actor's life to stay.
Tomorrow it's a matinée.
No puedo
Porque no entiendo.
Espanol es mas dificil
Pero todos se dicen es facil.
No pienso es la verdad,
Porque hay mas gentes en la ciudad,
Quien no pueden hablar
Pero los maestros ensenar.
Los estudiantes toman este clase,
Y despues de dos anos es bastante.