Best Pesos Poems
Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado
He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas
He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza
He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’
He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…
La Viva’… Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo
Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung
I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !
La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo
… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …
He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo … … Was Mexican !
La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o
for Ruben Ortellao...
I Don't Really Know
What Your Branch of Humanity is...
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like
This Whimsical Poem...
Oh... And Thank You For Your
Most Generous Comments...
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet...
I've Read Several of Yours
and I Love Them Too...)
(P.S. Excuse the Spelling...
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)
MoonBee
Categories:
pesos, adventure, animals, cowboy-western, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
Me and a old friend crossed the boarder
to spend some hard earned dinro.
I caught the clap.
And he got that nifty sombrero.
Two barflys talkin trash bout seniorities
and a joke about a donkey show.
Im reflecting over times spent.
With my favorite Amigo.
Got ripped on some tequila the very
first day.
Drank some water and at the hospital we
had to stay.
Got into a fight with some guy waving a knife.
I sat and drank my cervassa.
While my buddy ran for his life.
We met a fella called jose.
Said for tweenty pesos in his
crambed cassa.
We could stay
Was a great trip till Gary slipped me some
acid at the bullfight.
Decided to charge the bull and got knocked
clean outtha sight.
Woke up in a cell seems like trouble follows us
everywhere we go.
Im stuck here in the clink.
With my old amigo.
Still a little high I thought i saw Buhda wearing
Elvis glasses.
End's up I was talkin to some he she
making passes.
In only a few months time we were free.
I said well whats next?
And Gary replied dam dont you have some place to be.
With no passports along with some other
new friends across that boader so silently
we did go.
Add another chapter for next time it's vegas
for me and my amigo.
Categories:
pesos, adventure, friendship, funnyold, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The fire burns deep within my heart
As ice forms on arms and limbs
The evil one approaches
With a smile and a knife
To be twisted in my stomach
The witch of Acambaro looks like an angel
But her dagger can pierce both heart and soul
She is the five Pillars
Darkness
Anger
Greed
Envy
Bitterness
Pilar Lopez Diablo
Raised by nuns, her values none
She spreads hers smile
For a few pesos
False hopes and empty dreams
She surely shall make you scream
Bury me naked, if you must
Wear a black veil, you stole my trust
Draw blood and make me swim in my own juices
I shall float in my bloody pain
On the Día de Muertos
I shall sing back to you
Oh Catrina, lady of the dead
You lie tormented
For you have all of me in blood
Except my heart
Notes:
La Calavera Catrina ('Dapper Skeleton', 'Elegant Skull'
The “Day of the dead” can be traced back to the Aztec festival dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl. Catrina would be the modern name of this God.
Categories:
pesos, betrayal, death, evil, journey,
Form:
Light Verse
Bandito, the Mexican cat,
Was counting pesos where he sat,
A sneaky cat, you never knew
Exactly what he was going to do.
Stealthily working in the night,
Stealing jewels kept out of sight,
A nimble safe cracker of renown,
Robbing mansions all over town.
A black cat only rarely seen,
People only knowing where he'd been,
Rich townsfolk lived in dreaded fear
Of the whiskered feline coming near.
Bandito, the dangerous Mexican cat,
Not the kind you'd want to pat,
But that won't happen cause you won't see
As he goes about, his crime spree.
A royal maharaja visiting old Mexico
Saw his rubies disappear so,
Not a track, just merely a trace,
Of a few cat hairs out of place.
So many good citizens were upset,
Police finally hatched a trap to be set,
Eventually this feline of criminal ilk,
Was brought down by, a large bowl of milk.
Categories:
pesos, cat, children, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Kinshala
I am scared
not of you, but my extra sensory
perception on my internal
dialogue
of what to do...
afraid of non condusive traits
that form a line
inside my cranium
and around my spine....
I'm burning up...a celebrated
convoluted can of beans and brine,
I want so much
to feel yr embrace and
grasp yr touch to give you muchos besos
(like giving poor muchos pesos,)
don't laugh, but touch me with yr eyes
I want to give you all of me
(especially what you cannot see)
without any unwelcome surprise...
So Kinshala
of whom I am burning for
if yr house is smoking down
I'll be there to turn the door
handle and be true
to quench the fire
and save you
from uncertain realities and strife
for I'd guard you with my life...
Categories:
pesos, confusion, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Will he rise up will he fall
He will ball, stand tall through it all
He will hustle until the man calls
All day everyday 'cause the game is plentiful
Will he live to see another 24
It's the corolation of the 'Hood Monarch'
nicknamed 'The Black Stallion',
He's the wickedest Don on the Island,
and he keeps his money pilin',
His heart pumps out of finagle,
he's all about his pesos,
he'll die to get richer
he picks sinful wealth over a halo,
because he thinks being broke
is crappy like throwin' trey 4,
Or maybe throwin' double 6,
he rustles chicks,
he gets vicious when trouble hits,
when on bubble licks he's 1/8th of a hustle clique,
Everyday he hears the street life callin' his name,
he repies, I'm a go
he feels he was born to play ball in the game,
and hunt for dough
He looks in the mirror & says to self
I'm a grind 'til I get mine,
he intertwines with life
and stays glossy like a spit shine,
his destination
he wants to make it big time,
So he buckles down as he's fightin' the blues,
he knows only God knows the outcome
so he tightens his shoes,
As he struts down the path for dough',
he feels the stress from the streets
but he knows his hustle
will keeps his pockets fat for sho',
it's plenty money in the game
so he scratches for mo',
wondering will he live to see another 24
Categories:
pesos, hip hop, spoken word,
Form:
Rhyme
Copyright © 2015
17.12.2015
5:52pm
In the Banana Republic, you
can meet senorita in the sand.
A day from work, pesos in
hand, head for the sand. No
stress, the women are the best
Pretty senoritas ready to rub
a pirate's chest, chest full
of pirate's loot, and no one
gives a hoot.
Away from slaving everyday, the
discos and beaches are the way,
away from motorists trying to
run over everyone's feet
White men still come to Paradise,
paradise island and sunrise. He
says, island people sure are nice.
No wars, just lots of girls in bars,
and even ugly tourists can be stars.
Many island men sure seem happy with
them old ladies in the sand. They always
come back, leaving ole Sir Jack.
No stress, no mess, the Caribbean Islands
are the best.
by: LPruitt
**(on Facebook w/photo/theme: North Coast Poetry Society)
Categories:
pesos, adventure, beach, culture, funny,
Form:
Couplet
True Knight
Could you support the Underdog ,
Could you take the poor mans' part,
Knight Errant could you fight Magog,
Rip out his Demons heart,
and when the wrong of Evil done,
You see the Devils' part,
to give your life to overcome,
be Valiant cleave the path...Don
We the persecuted poor want equality with the Evil rich.
We can have equality without Communism or any other ism.
The Evil Demon Greed is overpowering and the Lying Propaganda pre-veils:the Truth:}
We have a media like Facebook to reach everyone, and give each person the vote of how it
“will be” Furthering THE Political Correctness foisted upon us we should insist on Equality of Pesos' for all on the Planet. Not Dollars but world bank credits.
This obtainable Utopia needs funding “without the need for greed to be rich ethics.”
Advertising is needed to get Utopia, rolling,
remove the Evil greed,
stamp out the evil seed,
remove the shoddy lust,
Give power to the Just,
the rich will be Non-plused,
A better day, God-Speed,
In the One God yes we trust....
Categories:
pesos, adventure, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Ayer fue cuando supe
la triste realidad de tener
muy pocos amigos.
Y cuando digo pocos,
quiero decir exactamente eso:
pocos. Muy pocos.
Amargo descubrir que
aquellos abrazos,
sonrisas a los ojos,
palabras de estímulos
y apretones de manos
no eran flores genuinas.
Eso apuntaba a lo oculto:
la comida de mi mujer,
un par de pesos,
el talento,
vaciar frustraciones,
acribillar el tiempo
y hasta robarme una idea
(y sí que me han robado bastantes).
Pero cuando busqué el apoyo
para la justicia ante calumnias,
los que me robaron el sudor,
abusaron de mí,
me dejaron en la inopia
y hasta intentaron aniquilarme,
pues solo encontré el inmenso vacío.
Ahora comprendí que el mundo no
es más que una perversa camarilla
que se rebela contra ti en
el mismo instante
en que ya no
puede manipularte.
Categories:
pesos, friendship,
Form:
Prose Poetry
World wide they're wranglin' up my folks,
So I stay woke 'cause it's no joke,
We came from slavery & hangings by rope,
To wantin' dollars in bulk,
Tryin' to make the money last be 1 of my main concerns,
See many yearn & learn
to play the game
Just to fail & get burned,
See in the streets you get 1 turn,
And everyday we die slowly,
We're all sinners needin' a spirit that's holy,
And in this game of deception
I lost a lot of my homies,
Some gone from their crooked expeditions,
On missions to glisten,
But a better way for paydays have risen,
We now use education, music & sports
on our path to find our gold mines,
I learned from my elders from the old times,
It's best to make your soul shine,
Stay focussed & dont close your peepers,
'Cause sleepers go blind
and can't see the street sweepers,
Poor vision will take you under,
From the elders to the younger,
They suffer from hunger,
And soakin' wet from the 'Poverty Thunder',
Sometime it feels like it's no sunshine or fun time,
It's only the one time[the police]
and their trigger happy gun times,
We're fallin' like flies on the frontline,
So I lay low,
I travel in the slow lane hopin' my day go
on the positive side
while I'm retrievin' my legal pesos,
Categories:
pesos, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
December, twenty twelve,
Love aroused like summer breeze in winter.
She was breaking spine earning,
As people were at shops spending pesos
For clothes and wines.
Squatting on grasses high as women's stilettos,
She was pulling weeds for coins.
Her red nails were soiled,
Her cheeks were burned by heat
Less hotter than her flaming heart.
'Twas crazy for a young belle
To do manly duties for love.
Earning five hundred pesos
For his lover's wish to Claus
And left her after Christmas.
Categories:
pesos, christmas, crazy, december,
Form:
Narrative
Sinverguenza=Napoloes-Lim=Moro Bandido,
embustera!
Un palabra para describer contigo,
duele pero verdadero,
ladrona del sen de paez hermoso,
como un mojado gomitorio de un chino.
Entero mundo sabe,
tu un mama tambien,
antes duermi,
Tiene te un pulgada de lastima?
Mira con el suffrimiento de jente,
sin camiza y sin calzon,
sin casa tambien.
Enfrente del senadores,
con ojos de un leon,
cerebro muy intellijente,
y peligroso tambien como veneno,
tuya verguenza mas yede compara na un
gusano de canal con sucio,
billiones del pesos ya ruba te,
bolsa bien lleno,
Ahorra!
De tuya alama con cien pecados,
ta esta dentro del bien caliente
infierno de asupre.
Categories:
pesos, political,
Form:
Classicism
as a mother
we go through so much pain
as a lover
these men drive us insane
as ladies we represent
di-va-ness
as career women
we endure lots of stress
just in case you didn't know
You deserve a handclap
I say bravo!!!
as a taxi driver,
we are our own g-p-s
as a baby momma
putting up with baby daddy's mess
as a provider
we are heroes
making the lute, cash, pesos and dineros
as a nurse we provide great bedside care
as a friend, we are faithful
and will always be there
all this in one day wake up and do more
we deserve a standing ovation
Encore!!! Encore!!!!
Categories:
pesos, mother,
Form:
Bio
As candidate of popularity contest
In generating school fund was like a test
I’ve witnessed my parents' full support
Selling big grilled chicken was their last resort.
We got lots of visitors who came to bid
My dad pleaded, “Please do this for my kid!”
From ten thousand pesos, old men bid higher
Closed at fifty thousand, I was the winner!
At School Foundation Day, they crowned me queen
Teachers bought brooms, dust pans and garbage bins
We thanked the rich man for buying our chicken,
In returned, he asked us to court my dad’s sister, Len.
Categories:
pesos, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Feelin’ stressed about the usual crap?
Tension 'bout as bad as it gets?
Once we breathe in the tequila breeze,
We won’t have any regrets.
We’ll just be lyin’ in the Mayan sun,
Work on our tans and not get anything done.
Then we’ll make love inside the Palace of the Moon.
Cancun.
Gonna learn the local idiom,
Lost in blissful sweet oblivion.
Carve our initials in obsidian.
Cancun.
Got an itch so bad it’s giving you fits?
Better go on and scratch.
We’ll fish the waters where the tides never rise
And release what we catch.
The Gulf of Mexico is everyone’s friend;
Just so long as we have pesos to spend.
We’ll mariachi till we’re sick of the tune.
Cancun.
We’ll say Buenos dios, and por favor
Like children in a candy store.
Hey, our waiter’s from El Salvador!
Cancun.
Categories:
pesos, vacation,
Form:
Lyric