Best Mariachi Poems
The Mission in Milton Creek, I’ve acquisitioned
Converted into the town’s culinary mecca
Aptly designed and scenically positioned
Inspired from ancient recipes revived Azteca
An enchanting bistro tastes of old Mexicana
To lift spirits, share and warm the hearts
Paintings by Frida Kahlo the valiant Chicana
Every Sunday, an Institute of Culinary Arts
Christened ~ Saint Milt's in his memory
On the adobe walls his poems will be hung
Milt will live on here with love and glory
Mariachi folksong praises shall be sung
Welcome to St. Milt's Culinary Mission
Windowsill love song,
The mariachi crickets:
Serenade the night.
Don Quixote
De La Mancha
ending his quest
for the Code of Chivalry
must not die a silent death
along the golden road of Spain
witnessing a fiesta red Sunset
while the Mariachi windmills and
blue dragons sing and chant
A geisha today a convict tomorrow
My mouths are all speaking
Blah Glad and Hah Sad
I cannot hear them for I am done
Broken and cracked, an egg of myself
A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint
A different smell than others have
My green eyes are a glory to my face
Looking at me from a mirror
Only I understand, and no one else can see
I am holding things together with
A pretend hand.
Secretly conducting a mariachi band.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
If you knew what I was thinking
You would be ahead of the game.
I have mouths that listen and a nose
That speaks. I have eyes that don’t see
The cracks at all, loving myself
In spite of the blah glads and hah sads
I am all I have got, and it is more
Than enough.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
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?
Cinco De Mayo, the fifth day of May, to all Mexican and Mexican-Americans, is a very special day,
It celebrates the Mexican's Armies, unlikely victory over France, The Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, was Napoleon's grab for Mexican lands,
At the time of this battle, France's Army was considered the World's best, led by Napoleon, it was hell-bent, on achieving World conquest,
An 8,000 strong French Army, marched to Puebla to cause misery, but it was the 4,000 Pueblans, who came out with the victory,
Mexican's celebrate this great triumph, with fiesta and cheers, the French Army had not been defeated, previously, for at least 50 years,
By defeating a much better equipped Army, they were outnumbered by man, steel and horse, They ensured there would never be an attack on a country of the Americas, by any other European military force.
Although there comrades had died, they were hungry and their lips muy seco,
The soldiers cried " Ole! ", as the mariachi sang " Viva Mexico!"
Feliz Cinco De Mayo! Viva Mexico!
Amor A La Mexicana - Love The Mexican Way
Amor a la Mexicana, de eso te quiero Hablar.
Nomas ven aqui tantito, veras que te va a gustar.
Amor a la Mexicana - that is what it's all about.
Amor A la Mexicana - that's love the Mexican way.
That's just what I want to show you, just come a little
bit closer and see what you are going to learn.
We'll start with a little dinner and add a little spice.
We'll dress it it up wth Tequila a Margarita, or two,
then we'll dance to a little music, that a Mariachi
band will play.
Amor a la Mexicana, thats's love the Mexican way.
Amor a la Mexicana, we will dance the night away...
04/23/2014
Written by Lucilla M.Carrillo
the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St. Pudenda greeted him at the tall gates
under the lights at Checkpoint Charlie
Mariachi trumpets rolled out the mauve carpet
and a dog barked from behind the garbage cans
from all infinity we end up with this
a realm of syntax governed by ambiguity
she read from a large ledger atop a marble pedestal
why a ledger rather than a laptop is anyone's guess
apparently the vanguard party had been evicted
by Frankie Boxcars and the Hollywood mafia eons ago
in the great schism over the digitization of paradise
no jury of his peers he noted with unease
nothing of telling import she imparted casually
eyes darting up and down the pages
as if something previously detected had been airbrushed
arrested for self amplification she went on
and sorcery and coughing in quiet places
how did you sleep she asked with a beaming smile
I don't know I was asleep he intoned
I suppose we can reveal the joke she mused
but I was dreaming he countered
backed into a tight corner by snarling lap dogs
tossed into a kidnap taxi with a sack over my head
marched with a gun in my back
through a forest of clichés
fed lines from a hideous new sitcom
about sex among the homeless
a weekly broadcast on Piñata Vision
of course it was more fun
not being an active target
but what choice did I have
knowing what I know
poor dear thing she continued
there is a better version of everything
a law of nature completely natural
and yes it is densely beautiful and
smoldering with awe like a corpse in a bathtub
try to avoid the truly grotesque
in favor of the marginally grotesque
we love having you in our science dept.
with the state secrets and midget **** videos
masquerading as the way things actually are
where the misty cows moo in contentment
and the Vaseline runs hot behind sanctuary doors
horrors altering the course of suns
between the here and the there
every bit of it needless she giggled
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
I will die intoxicated
by the poison of sweet lies
falling from your cheating lips...
ah...
how well they lie...
when they touch me whispering
and drink me slowly
stirring storms
on my warm and quiet shores, mi amor
nights turn into days
days grow longer and golden
encounters are pampered on exotic beaches
in realms reached only by boat
women with breasts burned by endless summers
wink at you
sipping colorful margaritas
seagulls break the mirrored surface
with hungry beaks and sharp screams
samba rumba bachata merengue
ay ay ay Latin American fiesta
round hips sway under hot hands
corazones salvajes smolder in copper-colored chests
and your lips keep lying to me
etching hot petals on my thighs
awakened from the tropical drowsiness
(hanging from the crescent moon
and baptizing the verse with tequila
a mariachi prays endearingly
Dios mio
give me days to die
and nights to rise again
una y otra vez)
Thunderheads in the western sky
Rumbling across the Llano Estacado
A band is playing outside
Mariachi and country songs
Striped lizard on a rock
Snake coiled ready to strike
Coyote on the prowl
It only threatens
And never rains here
In the spring and early fall
I can hear the flycatchers
Calling to the sun
Diving towards a butterfly
Why didn’t you ever call?
The toast on the counter
Jelly by the soap
Butter dish is empty
You think this is a joke?
Silver wings
Leave me lonely
Upon your cloak and coat
Catnip in the weed
I’ll take another toke
Dark and mysterious
Her eyes like coals
Dress the color of ash
A storm in her hair
Why does it seem
So lonely here
In her home town
Wind down the alley
Cat upon the curb
Life is never easy
Clueless and relentless
We hurl towards the truth
That mediocrity is a consequence
Of living within the dream
And thunder is in the living
Not the rain driven queen
Lima has a pulse
arterial and venous it flows…
all the colors of the rainbow glow
in the mist of Pacific sea's
hectic days and disco nights
beat into the sand at the ocean's lea.
Lima's life flows
from Palacio de Gobierno ...
in measured meter from the fountain glow
amidst a Catholic sea
spirits rise of the children of the sun
cleansed of their faith by papal decree.
Lima wealth flows
its chic denizens prance baroque boulevards
barricaded behind razor wire's show
life for the wealthy addressee
distanced from the hovels of El Salvador
and the festive strum of the mariachi.
Lima has a pulse
arterial and venous it flows...
as buses disgorge invaders, colorful, slow
Shamanism lies in a Catholic sea
proud, head held high, clinging to He
beat into the sand at the ocean's lea.
I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la!
I'm eating my way through the fridge
Do I feel a little bit guilty about it?
Maybe a bit more than a smidge
Someone's got to get rid of this stuff
It's been here for more than a week
The plastic containers are starting to bulge
Don't dare lift their lids for a peek
Saw a big bunch of week old burritos
Get up and start dancing around
Thought I could hear a Mariachi band
It was a faint, almost inaudible sound
The vegetable bin was rockin' with laughter
As a tomato all mushy and ripe
Was cuddling up to a overripe cucc
That smelled like an old guttersnipe
All in all the scene wasn't pleasant
Next time we'll try eating faster
Before the office for the environment
Declares an ecological disaster
I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la!
It's a service I provide for my country
And Greenpeace is actually thinking
Of naming a ship after me!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Luna as I watch you rise
I imagine my raven lover
painting her in delicate hues
as I always do in my dreams..
Mi Luna I am but a sailor
you the sea moon, Bella Luna
mesmerizing with your beauty and fullness
whose reflection ripples in the waters...
On the night I fell in love with you
I breathed her warm fragrance
spawned upon a gentle touch
on a sweet night of your clarity..
Oh Mi Luna
I ask that you do not drift away
you inspire the dream of love
it would bring me to much tears!
My beloved Luna
may you both be my love
I have sobbed for her under your sky
comforted by the truth you will never leave...
Mi Luna, shine upon our sea
from a distant shore I hear the mariachi
you are a moon of lovers
soft are your wings, blanca is your skin...
Heart crystal Luna
of the ocean
shine down on me...
~ ~ ~
Ever since I can remember we visit my grandmother´s house every Sunday. In the dinning room were we usually spend the while there, she has always had this big glass carved showcase lying against the wall. This big showcase of hers has all types of dolls you can imagine. Is a collection a hobby of her that since I can remember it grows bigger every time. From Matryoshka dolls until Mariachi dolls we can see up there in her collection. Dolls from many places around de world: France, Russia, China and Germany are some examples. My father tells me she collects this dolls since he was a kid, from house to house they have lived on she has taken this big showcase of hers. My grandmother is a collector, and yes she has probably more than 20 different nationality dolls, but this doesn’t mean she has been all around the world. People that know her and care for her always bring her a doll as present when they come back from a vacation. Sometimes I ask her things about the dolls, and every single time no matter her age she always remember the dolls that are the most special to her. Some are presents from other people, and others were bought by herself, but from this special dolls she can give all the exact information. Off course the majority of the dolls she doesn’t even remember from which place they come from or who gave them to her, but I see the smile on her face every time we talk about this showcase, and I feel happy myself only by thinking how an object that she has save for so many years have a great value to her. But most of all I feel happy that one of this special dolls is a present from me and every once in a while when she remembers she thanks me for this doll and tells me that is one of her favorites.
The Phantom called a meeting for he wished to unionize
the trucks had been delivering unloading their supplies.
Bat man and his robin boy came bursting threw the night
The shadow showed up early to find the perfect light.
The ranger with his six gun didn't come alone
Tanto rode up with him mounted on his roan.
Cisco came in swaying to his mariachi band
Pancho had his plate of beans and burrito in his hand.
When Zero used the bathroom it's there he left his mark
while the sergeant rode in circles all about the park.
When spider man showed up his shirt was all a mess
a pigeon on a window sill do-doed on his vest.
I tell you it was crazy when they argued over dues
all they did was sit and eat and drink the Phantoms booze.
When the meeting was adjourned the Phantom left the room
The heros followed close behind and left the place in ruins.
They should never organize, that should come as no surprise
one has but to realize, that's why they're all disguised.
"THE PHANTOM"