Best Reina Poems
The rebel who came to town
In search of inner peace
She roams the American West
Specifically, the Texas Hill Country and South Plains
She keeps a journal of her adventures and fights
injustice where she finds it
With a revolver and her dead father's sawed-off
double-barreled shotgun!
Don’t let her smile fool ya, she’ll make ya crawl
If looks could kill, she’d burn a hole through y’all
She’s a fiery philly
Saloon owners aren’t silly
Cayote ugly’s bar none, warned don’t start a brawl
Met on deck at her fab watering hole
The kind who leaves ya a heartbroken soul
Stay clear, Reina's her name
If ya ain’t got no game
Ya see her gussied up courtin, cry troll!
Encuéntrame en mi suspiro del Viejo San Juan
Llévame por la mano al camino de pierdas
Deja que el sol dirija nuestro caminar . . .
La espuma blanca que sube y trae sonrisas y lagrimas
La protección de Sta. Bárbara
El camino de adoquines al paseo del pasado
La joya del mar y el brillar del azoque
La parada de amor y las voces que cantan
La cuesta me trae recuerdos de felicidad y belleza
El rojo y amarillo del paseo
Las cuerdas y los hilos que el viento se llevo
Las brisas del verde y el azul
La grieta de Ceiba al mundo del orgullo
La impresión de grandeza y de pequeñez
El olor del mar y sus colores de rojo, blanco y azul
La gran sorpresa de sus cañones
La fuerza de su majestad
El sonido de las aves y la distancia de las cabras
Las fuentes de agua y las frutas heladas
Las bombas y los hoyos dentro de nuestra misa
Las fiestas de nuestras calles
El camino inclinado de nuestro Señor
Los capuchinos y los túneles de Nuestra Providencia
Las orquídeas y el palacio blanco
Las carreras de caballo y las mensajeras con sus regalos
La hija de la reina y las palmas que tocan la bahía
Llévame por la mano al camino de pierdas
Deja que el sol dirija nuestro caminar . . .
Olvera Street
It's where we're spending Mother’s Day
Children run around La Calle, and play
La placita de Olvera Street
Family's coming, it’s where we’ll meet
We’ll do some shopping with the merchants there
Spend time at the Candela Shop Square
Spiced and decorated, colorful and unusual candles
Buy a pair of huaraches, traditional Mexican sandals
Time for a new peasant blouse and a shirt that says Chicana
We’ll lunch at the famous taquitos place and listen to some Mana
Olvera Street is in the oldest part of Downtown Los Angeles, California, USA
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Historic Monument. Historically, it abutted the original Chinatown, which was later removed to its modern location to make way for Union Station. There are 27 buildings of various ages still standing.
Los Angeles was founded in 1781 by Spanish pobladores, on a site southeast of today's Olvera Street near the Los Angeles River. They consisted of 11 families and were accompanied by a few Spanish soldiers. The new town was named El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora Reina de los Ángeles.
Temblando al borde de la locura
Tratando de encontrar un centro de gravedad
Cortando mi circulación para hacer esta declaración
sobre mi habilidad natural como reina nacida
a caminar con tanta fabulosidad.
Aunque este vestido es una monstruosidad,
mi cabello es una curiosidad,
hay mucho acerca de este alto paso que no anticipé.
Por ejemplo cómo el balanceo de mis caderas
contrarresta el movimiento de mis dedos.
¿Quién sabía que habría tal orquestación?
Un cuerpo en concierto: ¡una ovación de pie!
Y cada paso otro encore,
Gritando delirantemente: "¡Más! ¡Más! ¡Más!"
Y de repente, el mundo es nuevo.
Nunca lo he visto desde este punto de vista.
Me sorprende la diferencia que unas pulgadas pueden hacer
para cambiar la realidad que ahora crea yo
Y aunque mis pies están apretados como tocones
en estas bombas de tacón de aguja de seis pulgadas,
un testimonio que debo profesar;
Qué maravilloso es ser
un muchacho en un vestido.
Aunque tu no me ames yo siempre te amaré
aunque me desprecies yo siempre te quedré
y si llegas a irte lejos de mi yo te esperaré
pues aunque tu no lo sepas yo siempre te cuidaré
Se que la vida ha sido algo cruel contigo
que en el pasado por mi culpa has perdido amigos
y por mi nombre muchos reproches has conseguido
pero aun asi mi amor por ti yo siempre he retenido
Quizas piensas que caminar conmigo no valga la pena
y te gustaria hacer como antes enseñando media pierna
pero recuerda que para mi tu eres una reina
solo ven en pos de mi que querida niña tierna
Pues solo en mi encontraras la felicidad que necesitas
solo bajo las alas de mi amor podras secar esas lagrimitas
pues el dolor que ahora sientes nadien mas te lo quita
solo mi amor que por ti a diario aclama y grita.
My Queen passes by the crowd
Yet no one sees her crown
She tucks it in her Curly hair
Unless no one’s around
It’s bejeweled with Diamonds, Pearls, and Emeralds
Pirate treasures from the deep
And underneath the crystal crown
Rests the face of the one unique
When I see her strolling through the streets
With a rapid sort of bop
I fling myself unto my knees
As if this Creature is a shock
Upon my knees forever I shall stay
Paying homage to her frame
For she is the one whom cannot be known
Yet I love her just the same
MINHA ALMA CHORA AO VER O MUNDO
* Jc Pereira
Olho o mundo,
Minha alma chora,
Um ***** futuro,
É mostra, o que se espera?
Nossas crianças morrendo,
Chuvas de bombas derramadas,
Quer na Síria, Gaza ou Líbano,
Elas são chacinadas.
A mulher desvalorizada,
sofre estupro,
Violentada, empoderada,
Dela fazem apenas uso.
O idoso vai para asilo,
Nem os filhos os quer,
É mantido preso,
Em abrigos relés,
Sob a violência jaz o mundo,
A Igreja se perdeu,
Religião virou comercio,
Objeto de Fariseu.
Olho o mundo e choro,
A hipocrisia reina,
O rico cada vez mais rico,
O pobre jogado na arena.
Tal como na Roma antiga,
No Coliseu da Injustiça Social,
O rico se delicia na arquibancada,
Oprimindo o pobre, um ser banal.
Olho o mundo e choro,
Não vejo solução,
Resposta não encontro,
Para este mundo cão.
O político se corrompe,
Age em causa própria,
Esquece o pobre,
O dinheiro é sua gloria.
Mundo ingrato e cruel,
Se Jesus voltar hoje,
Vão lhe dar vinagre e fel,
Pois o homem, não o conhece.
Crucificarão Jesus novamente,
De forma mais cruel,
O homem perdeu o norte,
O mundo é Torre de Babel
Jose Carlos Pereira
O autor, Dhc. Dr. Jose Carlos Pereira PHD, é doutor em Filosofia, PHD em Teologia, Doutor em Comunicação, Capelão, Bispo, Pastor, Teólogo, Filosofo, Embaixador da Paz, Comendador Ordem do Mérito Teológico Cientifico, Medalha Mandela para a Paz Mundial, Medalha Cecília Meirelles, Medalha Castro Alves, Medalha Santo Agostinho, entre outras e mais de uma centena de Comenda recebidas, pelo seu ativismo pela paz e a educação inclusiva e na elaboração de Projetos Sociais visando o bem da humanidade.
O Autor é UN Volunter, Signatário do Pacto Global das Nações Unidas, e Membro consultivo do UN Ecosoc/Esango.
É Jornalista, Fundador e Presidente do Franco da Rocha News e do Instituto Educando Para a Paz.
John 1:9 KJV (We confess our sins & He faithfully forgives, cleansing us from all unrighteousness)
I fell to my knees as the preacher prayed over me with a hand on my shoulder
and with one gentle touch he showed me God's monogram signature of old
as he gently exfoliated me, from my secret sins ;
Private eyes downcast I gazed at a memorized snapshot of a much younger me,
soaked to the skin by a crucifix in Santa Catalina/Spain
I was young, foolish, and perfused in pain
having lost both my parents I nearly went insane
He didn't rush me, he didn't judge me nor did he ask my name
As the sun went down by Plaza de la Reina, I felt my first authentic remorse
and for the first time in my life, I realized that God was in control of my life;
Falling across my soul like a lit feather followed by the sun,
He came into my heart and gave me the gift of discernment.
From that day forward I placed my trust in Him, and never looked back.
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Repent and Believe Jan 22, 2022
One Sunday we went to this flower show
Some exotic varieties we got to know
We saw elaborate blossoms in every hue
Red, green, yellow, orange and blue
The ferns and foliage were beautifully displayed
Tastefully decorated creepers adorned an arcade
Dahlias in many colors surrounded an old tree
A bewitching sight to see, one would agree
The yellow Gazanias looked up at the sun
Rooted in their pots they were having some fun
The purple baugainvilleas, dressed like a queen
Inspired little Reina to gaze at the scene
The red and pink Carnetions popped their heads
The green grass-like leaves served as their beds
The red Kalanchoes bordered a pond
A white model of a crane appeared beyond
A concept bonsai park Ikebana stole the show
The stunted plants appeared never to grow
My wife got enthused at the brisk sale of potted plants
To satisfy her, I had to provide the grants
Little Reina in the midst of a dream
Hands holding her cheeks like a beam
What’s in her thoughts, you wonder?
Can it be about lightning and thunder?
A serene expression is on her face
She’s enlightened and full of grace
May be dreaming what she’d be as a teen
Perhaps an actor on which she is keen
No chance of becoming an actor, says granny
Soon she would be doing roles of a nanny
Maybe she’d be a scientist says grandpa
What! Attending conferences to talk blah!
Then what would she’d be, pondered mummy
With all her teachers she is so chummy
Says daddy, it’s a perfect case for a politician
She can make money in crores from any mission
Reina awoke from slumber with a yawn
Said, she was dreaming about a big white swan
Who once lived in a castle as a handsome prince
When a magic spell cast him into a swan ever since.
END
Sin nada,
prometo y deseo
sin nada,
la mano que busca su hueco
su espacio abierto,
así, reservado.
Mi sueño, sin nada
y lo sueño,
el lobo que se ha hecho cordero
y la niña lo ama
olvidando a su madre,
yo sin nada.
Sin nada
comienzo y lo dejo,
respira nervioso el minuto que dejo
y lo dejo
por nada,
guardando en la mano
el tesoro del viento:
que el gigante me llame
la reina del bosque.
Cativa e segura
Uma Liderança:
cativa seus liderados,
e os prende, os segura
com tua corrente!
Uma Pessoa inspiradora:
Inspira e Cativa
com teu imaculado amor
para reinar imortal!
Liderança;
não possui o fogo necessário;
não possui o vento
que irá inspirar.
Liderança
não conduze o mundo,
Enquanto ela mesma
não for inspiradora.
Liderança - só permanecerá de pé,
Em meio às lutas da vida,
Quando em teu peito tiver-se reclinado
E achado em nele sua vida.
Liderança:
Sua bandeira só poderá ser desfraldada
Se tu soprares do céu
Sua vontade não será propagada e aceita,
Enquanto não a tornares tua.
Inspiradora:
Reconheça;
sua força é muito,
enquando estiver servindo
transforma o mundo!
Inspiradora
Inspira e Cativa
com teu imaculado amor
reina imortal!
she's
reine
reina
regina
dipping my
tongue be
tween two
fingers in
a V shape
meaning
peace or
church
ill's
scissor
sign claim
ing victory
cutting hitler's
paper sieg
heil hand
and so
where
is the rock
that's needed
to play this child
ish game
as scissors
cut paper but
rock breaks the
scissor
and so oh
sorceress let
me sing a hymn
to
your
hymen
for god
save the
queen
English verse
Come to me heart open;
Appearantly your hopen;
For one to come your way;
Mr. Prince Charming;
Oh! My Lady, my, my my, Senora
You're speical and impart;
The only one for my heart;
For you're the one lady;
Miss Queen of all Ladies
Oh! My Lady
My Lady
Your tender caress;
Your sweet loveliness;
Your sweet-and sugary breathe
Makes it all worth it;
Your smile, your touch
Your embrace makes me ooh, so much
And I, I, I love you
And I need you to to need you,
need you to need me
To be your Prince Charming;
My darling
For I love you...
Oh! My lady
Spanish verse...
Ven a mi corazón abierto;
Apetitosamente tu hopen;
Para que uno venga a tu manera;
Sr. Prince Charming;
Oh! Mi señora
Eres speical e impartes;
El único para mi corazón;
Porque tú eres la única dama;
Señorita Reina de todas las damas
Oh! Mi señora
Mi señora
Tu tierna caricia;
Tu dulce encanto;
Tu dulce y azucarada respiración
Hace que todo valga la pena;
Tu sonrisa, tu toque
Tu abrazo me hace ooh, tanto
Y yo, yo, te amo
Y necesito que te necesite,
necesito que me necesites
Para ser tu Príncipe Encantador;
Querida
Porque te amo ...
Oh! Mi señora
07/29/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018