Best Puerto Poems
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico
Have you survived the storm ?
The hurricanes the hurricanes
no mercy do they show.
We ask eternal question
what have we done wrong
Don't blame yourselves,it's no ones fault
Nor punishment from God
Time and unforeseen occurance
I've learned be falls us all.
Prayers are the saving hope
Prayers for our souls.
Slice that ripe green Avocado
Love it with my rice and beans
Oh it looks so ripe and yellow
Slice it like a tangerine
Let's make love under La Palma
Lay out our blanket on the clean
Luquillo sand - allow the Puerto Rican
Sun to bath us with its warm Latino hands
Soothe our bodies, comfort our Souls
Heat our blood as we become one under
La Palma and Puerto Rican Sun
Excerpt from "The Big Apple Turns Brown When
You Slice It - selected poems and essays of my
Nuyorican Culture." 2002 www.authorhouse.com
Faces smiling, nodding politely
At words they don't seem
To understand,
Show me pictures,
Showing the richness of
A faraway distant land,
Multicoloured motor cars,
Brown apartments
Rising high in Puerto Rican skies.
I’m a coqui frog from Puerto Rico.
Noisiest amphibian as you know.
I’m an inch long
With a mighty song.
My hundred decibel call scares a foe.
sweet puerto rico
dancing with brilliant colors
oranges blues yellows
orange and yellow
vivid hues predominate
in the tropic spring
anaranjado y amarillo
vividas tonalidades que predominan
la primavera tropical
4-4-2016
Proyecto de tren instantaneo entre Santiago y Puerto Montt by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan
Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T Wignesan
(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in Spanish), four times nominated for the Nobel Prize, studied Physics (Brown University), Cosmology (Oxford University) and taught maths and physics for some 40 years, but styles himself as the Poet who writes "Anti-Poems" - a fresh
chastising wind to debunk self-styled poets hardly born to the métier but drunk with their own effete and ephemeral voices. T. Wignesan, Paris, 2016.)
The Anatomy of the Instantaneous Train (plying) between Santiago and Puerto Montt
The engine of the instantaneous train
occupies the place of the destination (Pto Montt)
while the last coach
straddles the station of departure (Stgo)
This type of train affords the passenger
the advantage of arriving instantaneously at Puerto Montt
at the very moment he boards the last coach
in Santiago
The rub is in order to continue voyaging
the traveller has to keep moving with his luggage
through the train
until he gains the first coach
Once the passage has been realized
the passenger may proceed to exit
the instantaneous train
which has remained stationary
during the entire voyage.
• Observation: This type of (direct) train serves only the uni-directional journey.
Source: Poem read by Nicanor Parra as invitee to the International Poetry Festival in the Netherands in 1989 (?)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
In the darkness of the night
I see your star shine bright
I hear the cries of our people
trying to be seen as equal
I feel your resilient heart
being torn apart
the desperation, indignation, exasperation
They insult us with their words
their ignorance, unconcern, and condemnation
but despite it all, we shall rise
and never compromise
The pure hearts that we share
The proud people of this nation
We shall overcome despite their laceration
Horn Puerto Rico Haiku
All over Puerto Rico exists everywhere,
People who need our comfort and care;
Worry and fear,
There and here;
All they do have is sadness and despair.
Need things so their problem to be solved;
American military must become involved;
Them will greet;
Not suffer defeat;
With their efforts problems are resolved.
People in Puerto Rico are literally dying,
And caring for children who are crying;
Some seem starving;
Deep in health carving;
Will meet needs when we start supplying.
Jim Horn
En Mi Viejo San Juan!
*In My Old San Juan"
~I Just Dreamt~
Of an old, delicious flame
from Puerto Rico.
Strutting in his own unique,
Very sexy way.
Perfect hair, perfect suit.
Oh, he was just stunning.
Gliding, it seemed with his,
tall and oh, so perfect body.
His soft, dark skin too perfect
to describe.
His lips, tastier than the best
cotton candy!
Wonderful memories of you,
Rodolfo from San Juan!
Memories that are quite randy!
August 14, 2019
Power
blue power
atlantics oceans power
Impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
three hundred yards of sea
Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
withering pounding and crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
Relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums to come
Power
blue power
an oceans power
impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
iridescent there rainbows in the bright sunlight
three hundred yards distant felt inertia of the sea
withering a pounding and a crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums
to come
Dancing in time, bringing in the heartfelt holiday
Wafts of women in full traditional costume of Puerto Rico
Gyrating in the streets, teasing the crowd with their prowess
From old to young, they make their point in colorful garb.
Boy children and men standing around in the night
Pretending not to notice the wafts of women who are now singing
Adding so much rhythm and joy, everything feels new and fresh.
If there was ever a prettier sight, I cannot fathom it.
When the band stops playing, the crowd coaxes it to keep going.
So the violins and guitars are picked back up for two additional songs.
It is a memory I am fond of, one that pops up when I need her.
The day I danced in the street in Puerto Rico! Nothing better.
Chaos In Puerto Rico
In Puerto Rico living conditions became crude;
Was without much water or enough for food;
We were bare to bone;
Out things were thrown;
All we had was Trump who us liked to delude.
Jim Horn
Bright skys that aren't always blue.
Warm air that's passing thourgh.
It's so wonderful here.
Cuz i am so high off the ground.
I wonder if i will ever come down.
Beautiful, relaxing, waveless beaches.
With sand so soft.
That it's like soft fuzzy peaches gently caressing the bottom of my feet.
With all it can give with its many different favors.
Live is good on this relaxing sensation.
But there are flaws and yes i will tell.
Long flights, cheap sheets, smelly people, and itchy seats.
But there is one thing that i shall never forget,
That once i land on that island it's all wroth it in the end.