Best Mariachis Poems

The ringmaster left 
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.

No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by the siren of food from imagination’s industry -
Reached out for...

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The stage was being set. 
I needed to get out of the way so that I 
Would not end up squashed by the stage's immense size.
Yet even as the edges of the stage did nudge me, I could
Feel the softness all around.
Then I started to...

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He was a cowboy problem child
rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer
resulting in his remembering everything
flawlessly insolently permanantly
birth death life things in space have a beer
owner of his own head at last
thanks to whiskey tainted improvisations 
and the use of springs and levers
in order to...

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I will mourn for you today,
and ache for the comfort
of when I used to lay my head
across that Buddha belly of yours,
and you used to sing me 
your drunken lullabies
(though I knew no difference
at the time). 

And I will listen
to this song:
mariachis' high-pitched gritos
accompanying the...

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South of the border near Mexico way, she felt betrayed
Mariachis music filled the salty air where she stayed

She was to wait welcoming hands to a foreign land
Her Papa and Abuela were like gold in her hand, yet

She limped with knowledge, courage made her glad
The God...

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Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the gracious lilies and flaboyant tulips
as they spent their time brightening lovers's eyes;
yes, open up your garden where the red sun dips,
and the voluptuous lovers hug and passionately kiss...
rising in me a desire that takes me back...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


Dr. D. confers in panic 
with Rex and boys at the Limbo Saloon
by now my eyes are ping pong balls 
the final...

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These tears in my eyes come from missing you
No point in my trying to diminish their flow,
For they reappear with special memories
They persist in following me wherever I go.
How I remember our hours on the beach
Alone in beautiful exotic Antigua, just us two,
Snorkeling in crystal-clear...

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MADE IN PARAGUAY

     In "Asuncion"
   the saddest guarania song
    is "paraguayan"

       TANGO

   The father of the porteño tango
     he's not  born argentinian
 ...

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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my pockets but I was bluffing to win, I lost. I...

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as the Crystal Mariachis arpeggiate the morning
why do the mighty remain cruel
while we are manning the oars beneath them
they see a tidy world
where mommy wipes their butts
you got your allegory you got your metaphor
plowing the minds of others with obedience
for nickels and dimes clanked in...

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It  is a hot afternoon at Pancho's Cantina
And Rosa is sitting at the bar, mariachis singing
Cause the juke box is dead
She is the red rose in Pancho's Cantina
There is no telephone, so you can't hear it ringing
She is letting the tequila, get into her...

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SAMBA

The samba from Morro Carioca
survived for the world,
Long live Mama Africa... !

   ROCK

The rock and roll
runs wild
on the rocks...

   SPEED GONZALEZ

In Juanita's canteen
mariachis and tequila
and bursts of laughter...

WALTZ
Oh! If I danced,
Ah! If I played,
The Viennese Waltz ...!...

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IT IS TIME TO STOP THE STUPIDITY! 

 
The notes of a Shaka flute float to my ears 
like an Arabian midsummer night’s dream 
it flows through me like dinars in a Banshee’s pocket 
in a food market
 
Reminds me of a Mexican Mercado 
festive,...

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