Best Santa Maria Poems
A Fountain for Carmela....
In the village of Santa Maria, high in the mountains lived a little girl named Carmela. It has
always been the tradition of the women to carry water from the well no matter how far and bring
it home. This was done sometimes twice a day.
It was another beautiful morning as the Sun began to rise. Outside the front door, brightly
colored Parrots were singing sweet songs as Carmela’s mother, Esperanza, prepared the
morning meal of tortilla’s, black beans and sweet coffee. Carmela so enjoyed sitting next to her
mother by the cooking fire. This was her time, alone with her mother, learning how to tend the
fire and grind the maze that she loved the most.
As her Mother dipped her ladle into the water jug, it was plain to see that it was almost empty.
Carmela looked into the jug and asked….
"Mama, can I carry the water today?" Little Carmela asked, she was so happy to be old enough
to do such a thing. Her mother had taught her how to balance the jug on top of her head just
right, so as not to spill even drop on their many trips to the well. But the well was half a day’s
walk down the mountain and back and she had never gone all by herself. It was a hard task for
sure but her familia needed water for cooking and cleaning.
Sparkling, empty blue sea
sails break the distant horizon
first one
then two
finally three ships making way
toward unsuspecting shell-gatherers
brown-skinned and naked on
the hot Caribbean sand
Had they known
they could have feigned friendship
Then slaughtered them all in the night
Burned the great ships and
been done with it.
At least for a while
Maria has Gone
She has gone
She has left
Maria is no more
She has no use for players
She has no use for Juan or his slayers
Adam is caught
In the sheets of his deception
Eva Maria has left, looking for the alma Santa Maria
Sands erase the love, Maria is all but gone
She searches the beaches
For meringue and peaches
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Maria your color is beautiful
The way it sways
Maria your tango plays with me
For I must be truthful
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
We dance cheek to cheek
Tossed the cheaters to the sea
The usual suspects drowned
We bailar for the love to be
Ok ok ok
The players are here to stay
Maria though she will not be swayed
She has left, she can not be played
She has left
You will see
Look at the sea shore
She ran free, she is with me
How beautiful are her curves
Beautiful and bonito she swerved
I wanna touch her in the dark
I wanna kiss her right on the heart
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
They shed tears she has gone
They dance in silent seductions
The usual ones, one and the same
Players playing all the same game
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Now Maria has nerves
That are as smooth as her curves
She knows when the dance is right
The usual suspects will not be in site
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Besos under the moon
She had me swoon
Maria has left
No need to look anymore
She dances at my front door
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SAILOR MOON
Sailor moon is rising proud
‘Neath her sky of stars and cloud
A silvery moonlit trail she sends
To help us find the far seas’ ends
Then scudding fast from cloud to cloud,
She’ll wait behind each darkening shroud,
Light our craft, our bobbing cork,
And watch our small boat like a hawk.
Our silver ropes' lulling song -
The creamy sails drink in her strong
Steady shine - and all the crew -
Oh, Jason, Franklin - they all knew
The creamy foam, the prow going home
From passage icy up to Nome,
Adieu the Sirens of Anthemusa.
Sleepless dolphin lead their cruiser.
The creamy wake behind the stern
Shows her where we made a turn
Like Bounty, Santa Maria, Argo,
Bearing only her moonlight cargo.
*~~~~~~~Jason in the Odessy/Explorer Franklin died 1847 Arctic Canada
* ~~~ ~~~Nome = town in Alaska
* ~~~~~~the Sirens lived on island Anthemusa
* ~~~ ~~~Bounty, etc. = ships of Bligh, Columbus and Jason
a sting
upon the face of
reality
La Cantata de la
Santa Maria
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Columbus Day Dream
Christopher Colombo was the very one.
Born in Italy 1451.
Day dreamed of sailing while weaving wool.
A captain at sea was in his soul.
His quest compelled him westward bound.
God let him know the world was round.
In fourteen hundred and ninety two.
Three ships set sail on the ocean blue.
The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria.
He captained all three and discovered
~~~AMERICA~~~
COLUMBUS DAY OCT.13th.
MAFLongfellow
LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.
Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash in.
The navigater shot the course
over the main, visions of tapestry and lace
and all sorts of spices in his head.
Gold? Well--Sí, oro.
But he never dreamed.
The natives appeared naked and restless.
In scatted shades of blues and reds,
artists painted skirts on the girls,
long shirts on the old women,
loincloth on the men,
and a pearl studded gilded robe on the king.
Which Chris promptly stole.
His mistake was trying to hide it
from Isabella.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
There is a sickness in my heart
It began a long time ago
With three evil spirits that came out of the sea
From the land of the rising sun
Quietly floating on three great canoes.
The mother and her twin daughters
Santa Maria was the mother's name
She who claimed to have birthed the Great Spirit
For she was the spirit of pride
Who laid claim to whatever she touched.
One daughter was the spirit of greed
She had two faces and both had two tongues
Pinta was her name
She birthed the iron horse that bellowed black smoke
That cut the land into pieces
And swallowed whole the buffalo herds
Spreading the spotted death as it went.
Her other daughter was the spirit of hate
She looked harmless but killed with thunder
Nina was her name
Poison sprang from her breasts
Fire mixed with water
That which mimics courage but steals the soul
She came seducing and destroying all she could.
They entered the land and made her sick
And then the people became sick
Then the plants and animals became sick
Then the water and the air became sick
Many were rubbed out
The rest are sick and dying.
There is a sickness in my heart
It began a long time ago
With three evil spirits that entered into the land
They rode upon a pale horse
And his face is white as death.
Timothy I. Brumley
For my Grandmother's people the Seminole Nation
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Dark Moon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February2014
There's
a dark moon
rising
over
the Stars
and
Strips.....
An ugly
wicked
dark moon -
It want
go
away -
When you think
that
the most
heinous
slaughter
of
human life,
in
American
history
has
long been
forgotten,
it peeks
through
the
iniquity
of
minacious
clouds,
to
reveal
the
unthinkable
genocide,
that took
place
on
American
soil -
An
ugly wicked
dark
moon,
bleeding behind
the
shadows
of
senseless
and
countless,
shed's
of blood,
on
the
grounds
of
America -
It was
the
worst
holocaust
known to mankind -
Still
to this day,
it
stands alone
as the most
catastrophic
loss of human
life
in
World History -
Even
more than
all of
the wars
ever fought,
and life
lost
in battle -
This was
an
atrocity,
lead by
Christopher Columbus,
who called
himself,
"Admiral Of The
Ocean Sea."
In 1492,
He set sail
on his
maiden voyage
from
Spain,
in the
Santa Maria,
and
discovered
the
Americas,
where
the indigenous
people
called
Taino,
ruled the
land -
But
in 1493,
on his
second voyage
to
the
Americas,
It marked
the beginning
of
the end
for the
Taino people -
Columbus,
and
his men
set out to
exterminate
all of the
Indigenous people -
creating
the worst
holocaust
ever known
throughout
the
world -
When the
massacre
ended,
100 million
Taino
Native American's,
lay dying
on the
sand
in their
homeland -
Columbus,
had
conquered
his goal
as the
only man
left standing
on
American soil -
There's
a dark moon
rising
over
the Stars
and
Strips,
It want
go
away -
An
ugly wicked
dark
moon -
I circled the world in a point of time
And I discovered the story
Of Christopher Columbus’s lifetime
You know, he was born in Italy in 1451?
Young Chris sailed the seas as a felon
Attacking the ships of Moors,
But sadly his vessel was a sunken
Luckily he knew how to swim ashore.
Chris and his brother joined together,
And then he married happily
His wife’s father gave him registers
That all positioned toward the Atlantic.
Dreams for new lands were not far away
Across the seas they would set sail
To see worlds that would be new that day
And bring news that would change humanity.
First permissions were reject for the Indies
Then loving eyes died shortly afterwards
Leaving a son, so he sailed for the Spanish seas
And once more nobility refused his traveling ideas.
There was another wife and yet another child
In the shadow of time were more denials
His needs for finance seemed lost and wild
When a priest put forward for his sake and won.
Chris found his way together with his sons
And three ships that set sail for the Indies
Santa Maria flowed proudly in the setting sun
The Pinta, and The Nina followed closely behind.
The final voyage with vivid eyes showed the way
In 1492 Columbus sailed to the Canaries,
And the Sargasso Seas guided false passageway
Mutiny, anger and violence almost ruined the trip.
Alas the ideas of India and China came into view
Though the Santa Maria sank into the sea
The New World had been discovered by the few
It is now time to go home and spread the great news.
The journey has found a new world for the future
And the human race will now circle the globe
Ships will come and develop a land that is ever pure
Together the new lands will stand fourth as one big world.
Brothers Giuliano and Lorenzo de Medici
were co-rulers of medieval Florence in Italy.
Giuliano was murdered by a rival family.
The assassins were from the family, Pazzi.
They were Francesco de Pazzi and Bernardo Baroncelli.
The infamous event took place on a Sunday
during High Mass at Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore.
This attack happened on April 26, 1478
before ten thousand who witnessed Giuliano's bad fate.
The murder was the product of an elaborate conspiracy.
Executed were eighty members of the Pazzi.
This was a tragic event in Italian history.
I thank Wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem
One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs
Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana
Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine
Be bold. Lift in weightless step. Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow
When I was young I couldn’t wait to go outside and play
when school was not in session on Christopher Columbus Day.
We were taught all the stories…how he sailed the ocean blue
with the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…in 1492.
We were taught he was a great explorer, across the oceans his boats swirled.
We were taught this Italian man who sailed for Spain discovered our new world.
He’s such a navigation hero our history books proclaim
that cities across this nation are christened in his name.
He’s been given the ultimate accolade…banks are closed and children play
as we commemorate Christopher Columbus with his very own holiday...
But then a strange thing happened, we found the history books were skewed
and we weren’t ready for the things we read or the feelings that ensued.
It seems this new world theory comes with a little hitch
Columbus wasn’t looking for America he just wanted to get rich.
He thought he’d sail to Asia when he left Spain that fateful day
but he was wrong about the route and America got in the way.
It was in the Caribbean not America where Columbus made landfall.
The fact is…he never landed on or visited America at all.
About his claim of discovering a new world…it’s a very misleading stat
I think the Native Americans might have something to say about that.
Because if I’m not mistaken they were here many years before
Christopher Columbus accidentally bumped into their shore.
And would a man who we’ve been taught was courageous, great and brave
kill the people who were already here or turn them into slaves?
Would we still look at Columbus Day with as much innocence and pride
If we knew how he decimated a people and committed genocide?
No, I think it’s time we stop giving Columbus so much dignity and glory
and teach our children while they’re in school…both sides of the story.
Perhaps then all of America will commemorate and cheer
those who really discovered our country…
you know, the ones who were already here.
So the next generation of children will be excited to go outside and play
when their school is not in session on Indigenous People’s Day.
contours of the church
sing towards the dusk skies
above the vineyard
and it’s a ghostyard too
sweet machine gun Santa Maria!
there was a murder at the toy store last Sunday
attack of the insomniacs
one for each sign of the zodiac
missing their ringfingers
cold to the touch
thoughtless and toothless
in a wreckage of their minds
circling around the bell tower
a streetcar named Gunfire
traveling from new lands
still long forgotten
a smiling woman sits inside
remembering the days
that repeat through history