Best Senor 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
My name, it is Reginald,
and I’ve got a story to tell,
some folks, they will not like it,
they’ll cry out,”Go to hell!”
You see my wife beside me?
it wasn’t always this way,
’cause for the past ten years now,
I’ve been living an ex-gay.
If this makes no sense, relax,
some days it barely does to me,
all I can say is that it started
All the way back in puberty.
In the locker rooms in high school,
I gazed with hungry eyes,
never tried to deny it,
I was attracted to guys.
My first time was senor year,
with a friend-of-a-friend,
in the backseat of his car,
where we did not have to pretend.
And when I went off to college
it was just like a vast buffet,
with professors so accepting,
good lord, how did I play…
But later in my junior year
something strange happened to me,
I found myself staring hard
at a woman of great beauty.
She was a junior professor,
and oh, the shape she had…
but I shook it off as crazy,
maybe I’d taken something bad?
And although I brushed it off,
a week later in came again,
this time an Asian cheerleader
when over she did bend.
All senior years I’d catch myself
sneaking girls a lusty glance,
but I kept seeing the fellows,
convinced I was a gay man.
After college it grew slowly,
found myself going on the net
to admire the female form,
but I couldn’t admit it yet.
Predictably, my relationships
never traveled a sunny path,
and at twenty-six I met a man
but knew it would never last.
Three weeks in he was out of town,
I went down to a local club,
got real drunk, picked up a girl,
took her home and we made love.
And still I couldn’t say it,
I kept on putting up a front,
but when backs turned I went out
to get myself some…fun.
Finally that boyfriend left me,
and I spent the next two years
going to shrinks, talking to priests,
confused and full of fear.
It was only sitting in a park,
on a bright and crisp morn,
that I bumped into a woman
who’s eyes promised so much more.
At first I feared she’d run from me
if she heard the messy truth,
but then years later we stand here
still bound by a love true...
Para Mi Familia Y Amistades
Si ustedes estan aqui sentados, escuchando estas Palabras
es porque yo ya no soy de este mundo. Yo todavia estoy aqui
pero ustedes no me pueden ver. A ustedes mis hijos - quiero
decirles que siempre los ame mucho con todo mi corazon.
Yo nunca tuve riquesas en este mundo. Mi mas grande Tesoro
fue haber los tenido a ustedes, fueron el Tesoro que Dios me
mando. Yo los cuide lo major que pude. Dejen que Dios conforte
sus almas y limpie sus lagrimas. Despuez sigan sus vidas y el
tiempo curara su dolor.
Ahora yo tengo que emprender una jornada, pero tengo que
hacerla sola/solo. Por favor no lloren por mi. No he muerto, estoy
empezando una vida nueva. Traten de vivir una vida recta y buena.
Mantenganse siempre cerca de Jesus y asi estaran cerca de Dios.
Pronto nos volveremos a ver. Cuando ustedes suban las escaleras
de oro - sere yo quien los encuentre alli.
A mi familia y amistades les quiero decir - gracias por los anos y
tiempos que pasamos juntos. Por los tiempos que reimos y los tiempos
que lloramos. Como ustedes saben - todo llega a su fin. Ahora yo les
dejo aqui mi ultimo adios. Desde Arriba yo le pedire a Jesus nuestro Senor
que los bendiga a todos y cada uno de ustede. Adios...
08/19/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
No doubt there are some folks who will scoff at the concept I propose,
But I think God chose courageous leaders when times of adversity arose.
He's done a pretty good job of selecting people who acted with determination,
To bring triumph out of chaos leading others to their ultimate salvation!
He selected Moses to lead His people out of bondage to the Promised Land.
Through many trials and tribulations they reached freedom under his command!
He chose a Babe to lead His Kingdom here on earth for the redemption of man.
Though He was rejected and was to die on The Cross, He rose to rule again!
Washington was named to break the bonds of tyranny that bound this nation.
He faced formidable obstacles - lesser men would have given up in frustration!
God wisely chose Lincoln who led a broken nation with wisdom and resolve.
Though facing untold challenges he persevered that a united nation might evolve!
That mighty oak, Roosevelt, led the nation to victory during World War Two.
God named him the leader and gave him the strength to see the battle through!
Surely God chose Martin Luther King to deliver his message of reconciliation,
To strive for the integration of all races and religions of this great nation!
Senor Luis Urzua, the hero of the Chilean mine disaster and highly respected boss,
With superb leadership reunited 33 miners with their families without a single loss!
To list all great leaders who by God's grace have emerged down through the ages,
Is certainly beyond my meager abilities but would fill tomes and tomes of pages!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Oscar Levant, American Author, Comedian, Music Composer and more,
Was born in the early 20th Century and died in the 1970’s
Each decade, or era has their comedians – below is one of Mr Levant’s quotes,
TWO BY TWO EQUALS FOUR
A young couple Clorrita and Dwaine,
Decided to spend a holiday in Spain,
Both vegans, enjoyed a good radish,
But either neither nor, spoke Spanish.
They carried masks, heard of an Epidemic,
The Spanish Flu could become Pandemic,
They lived in Europe on inland terrain,
So decided they would travel by train.
They asked for a sleeper for four,
The ticket officer asked, “Why Senor”,
“Well, there is me and I, and she,
And my wife, so four we are you see”.
They had never thought or planned,
People could not understand,
When they went out to dine,
“A table for four please, will be fine”.
Eventually returned home, all so relieved,
Even Clorrita and Dwaine heaved,
A sigh, people don’t do simple maths anymore,
Schizophrenics are two by two equals four!
“ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE, I’M SCHIZOPHRENIC AND SO AM I”
Fortunately, medicine has advanced incredibly since the 1970’s.
I rode a longhorn steer clear across Texas
this summer and no one noticed until
I rode into New Mexico."That is strange, senor"
A vaquero said standing beside the road.
"Don't people here ride cows?" I asked
innocently but amused. "Oh, yes, we ride
cows, but not on Sunday, senor."Taken aback
somewhat by his insolence I continued my search
for water - having been dry for a good portion of
this journey. I found an old man at a water hole
with a collie dog and a Mustang stallion.
He approached with a serious look saying
"I will trade you this fine Mustang for that
longhorn. Then you can ride what should be ridden
And I can eat what should be eaten." Surprised by his logic
I agreed if he would throw in the collie
as part of the trade.I took the horse and collie
And the town barbecued my longhorn that night.
I was glad I had never given that steer a name.
As I was leaving town, a strange man spoke.
"You are entering Jornado Del Muerte..Dead Man's Walk.
Along this trail are those who will eat your dog.
They will also eat you and take your horse. It is
too late to return to Texas. You are a dead man
and this is your last walk."I travel that path
without fear for some strange reason.Will the dog
be first to go or do I taste better than he?
10/16/2016
For contest Give Me Your Best James Tate
Limerick : Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Took to hiding looks under mantilla
Not unbeknown to her
Sullen senior Senor
Gazed but at her wide open Gran Via.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Hallelujah la planta de tus pies;
Desde la tierra santa has pisado
Arnes debajo de las alas alrededor de tu hermoso cuello,
usas la mosca con Hallelujah, ;
Los labios acariciadores rara vez fallan;
las pasiones de los puntos de conversacion;
Hallelujah
bocas que siempre alaban a Dios;
en voz alta y siempre
Alabado sea el Senor
Acriciando y besando tu alma espiritual;
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
8/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
Of Laurius' Rancho San Luis Ore,
a distant place, Don Jose now spoke.
"Margarita now speaks of traveling to Luis Ore tomorrow, Don Huerra."
"Is that true? it seems I've arrived at a most auspicious time. Perhaps you'll allow me to give escort? it's been sometime since I've seen your brother and there's matter of some business between us to settle."
"Roads are none too safe, senor, and your offer's much appreciated."
"Then it's agreed! It's my pleasure to be of service to you and your family."
Margarita didn't like idea. She was enduring Don Huerra's presence out of respect for mother and father, but inclusion in entourage unbearable. He was wrinkled , hairless, and older than her own father. She didn't like foreman either. He coudn't be a good man because he'd brought a gun into the church.Gun was in a black holster strapped to his left side; many bullets filled places in belt around his waist. Gun was an evil sight, something only a very bad man would think of bringing into the church.
"My children," Father Saez spoke again to the assembly. "Brother Dominque's prepared cheese and milk. Because there's so many of us, please suffer inconvenience of using earthenware cups. These cups have been made by indians and serve us vey well. They're no different from any used in your homes. If they don't please you, I'm sorry. They'll all we have. Then too, storm's lessening and I think it'll be possible for you to leave soon."
"I don't drink from 'peon' cups, Jose."
Don Hernandez considered wife; he stroked white goatee in mild agitation.
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day
Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez,
A magic elixir, always my morning mainstay
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day!
If I don’t have my coffee, someone will pay
No excuses, I do not care what anyone says,
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day
Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez.
Written August 12, 2022
[a triolet]
Kneeling before the altar he kisses his rosary he confesses all his sins,
he is anointed from head to toe, he knows his faith before he begins with great
amount of determination,fasting and absence,moments later he finally arises to
his task before hand realizing he is not the one that is grand it is all apart of
the master's plan. The bullfighter inner light shows so brightly and deep within the
bullfighter is so ready to begin. Reaching for his cape on the back of a wooden chair he
steps in the arena the crowd cheers and sips on their beers. The bullfighter remains
focus a gate is unleashed, the bull is released, with stern determination a statue, the
bullfighter stands tall he does not wave his cape. The Bullfighter bellows out
"Senor Cristo en es mio Santos".The bull immediately kneels and hits the ground
the crowd salud "O lay!"!
My great-Uncle a Bullighter in Madrid,Spain
These are just words:
Teacher and student,
Maestro and estudiante, and in
Life’s great song you are a but a precious
Fifteen notes in the
Monterrey of Mexico and I, some
Fifty sonatas in the waiting room of ever afters, where
Chords get harder to play in
English,
Espanol or even
Swahili, for that matter.
So this much I know: the
Great Conductor cannot miss the
Forever smile and wondrous lilt
Leaping
Endless, boundless, hate less into the
Joy you caress when he hears the
Lullaby of your
Sanguine youth.
Oh Yes! Let someone sing
“Maestro” and another
“Student”, and let too
Mozart waltz to
Shakespeare’s sonnets and
Handel serenade Cervantes, and when glorious
Bach opens heaven’s door to recite Senor Paz’s
“No More Cliches”,
Let’s join hands for the
Grand Concerto.
For I once met a man whose tongue,
Trilling with verse,
Taught me:
“Words are but
Melody in the symphony of the
Soul."
There once was a mermaid called Jane
Who swam all the way to Spain.
Where she met a senor,
Head over heels in adore
From mermaid, she turned into a dame.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-5.php
Dr. Clement Moloch professes in torture.
He is always accompanied by Claire, his sister.
Moloch performs clandestine operations for governments.
He is responsible for the torture and death of insurgents.
Holland is journalist Jorge Hidalgo’s friend.
Holland learned Jorge’s life came to an end.
The doctor killed Jorge with high voltage electricity.
Senor Hidalgo was another victim of the doctor’s killing spree.
Hector Lomelin informs Holland of the predicament.
Lomelin attempts to talk Holland out of retirement.
Holland refuses, but later changes his mind.
Dr. Moloch is someone assassin Holland must find.
Holland learns Moloch and his sister are in Central America.
Moloch has been hired by the government of Guatemala.
There are several bodyguards protecting the doctor.
Moloch even has the aid of the American ambassador.
Holland takes out his targets one by one.
He is very adept with both the knife and the gun.
If you are wondering how this escapade will end,
all I have to say is, “See the movie, friend”.
Based on the 1984 film “The Evil That Men Do”.
The Driving Award
By Elton Camp
At the early meeting that started the day
Captain to state troopers had this to say
Each of you watch for a driver who’s good
One who does everything just as he should
A new way to encourage safety we broach
We will now try a more positive approach
Find a driver who merits it in your eyes
Have him stop and award this cash prize
The Captain distributed envelopes with bills
“We hope this program will solve some ills.
Perhaps the high accident rate we can trim,
If motorists know, for safety, we pay them.”
Officer Joe spotted an excellent prospect
Not a single error in driving did he detect
He pulled the car over and offered the prize
The auto’s driver showed fear in his eyes
The passenger commenced to say
“For driving lessons he now can pay.
A driver’s license it may be he can get,
So seeing a cop won’t make him sweat.”
The back seat passenger gave a shout
“He never knows what stuff is about.
That’s just a bunch of foolish bunk.
He said it only because he’s drunk.”
Then there came from the car’s trunk
A noise that, at first, seemed a clunk
In an accent thick as a speech disorder
“Senor, stop? Are we over the border?”