Best Senoritas Poems
Go Go Boy
He’s got the moves
Smooth like vinyl
Without the grooves
Zip zip zap zap
Making those toes tap
The mood’s psychedelic
as the girls scream and clap
Go Go Boy’s so smooth
They’ve gotta groove
Those kinda vibrations
makes Their bodies move
Scrumptious delicious
with free flowing flair
totally toned physique
and slicked back blond hair
He bathes in their screams
as they toss their underwear
A total solar eclipse
Who makes them stare
Go Go Boy
Is going going gone
No encore or extra song
Girls chanting
wanting to sing along
But he leaves them drenched
wanting more
with heat emanating from their core
Adios senoritas
Watch Go Go Boy go
he’s out the door!
Did you hear about Don? What a guy!
On the pretty gals he had his eye.
But he had zero chance
with them all. At romance
he kept messing up, for he was shy.
In a language school Don then enrolled
where he learned words of love, I am told.
Of cute *senoritas
he’d ask for *besitas.
His tongue was becoming quite bold!
The language of his newest dear
he’d be whispering into her ear:
With “Jet’aime,” “Querido,”
“Kuss mich” or “Ti amo” -
Through all Europe he roamed without fear.
With his sweet words, he’d go on and on
till he tired of a girl and be gone.
And that’s how a guy
named Don, once so shy,
is now known as a famous *Don Juan.
*senoritas = young ladies (in Spanish)
*besitas = little kisses (in Spanish)
*Jet'aime = I love you (in French)
*Querido = My dear (in Spanish)
*Kuss mich = Kiss me (in German)
*Ti amo = "I love you (in Italian)
*Don Juan= name for a womanizer (Spanish/English)
For Debbie Guzzi's Bi-Lingual Poetry Contest
Cowboys in the Badlands
Out West, across the great divide
great open spaces oceans wide.
Beauty in these badlands does hide
everything fights us as we ride.
Last stop, was exciting wild Abilene
shot an hombre that was very mean.
Watched him bleed as he slowly died
his gal held him and loudly she cried.
Before, she had sworn love to me
next his dying love she swore to be.
Riding away fast, ahead of the Law
looking back, cloud of dust we saw.
My partner lit out on me last night
cried this was surely not his fight.
He turned back east galloping so fast
we had our time, had a damn blast.
Ahead the badlands beckon me on
this cowboy life sets me all alone.
Hot as hell the water miles ahead
A night's rest to clear my head.
Morning sun woke me to great heat
no bread, bacon and eggs to eat.
Precious water is in very short supply
always fleeing, I ponder just why.
No time to enjoy such pretty views
my path ahead, my life I must choose.
Avoiding Indians and the chasing men
forever alone with never a friend.
This beauty now I can slow to see
posse has surely given up on me.
Coyotes call , rattlesnakes do hiss
comfort of town I do sorely miss.
Found now, a dusty trail to old Mexico
across the Rio Grande I now go.
Far behind, hell's horses race after me
dancing with pretty senoritas I'll soon be!
10/11/2014
June is a month of needed vacation for me
Acapulco, Mexico is where I've come to be
Cantina's, tacos, no ice in my margaritas
Karaoke bars and lots of sweet senoritas
Far away from those frigid winters of snow
Relaxing on a beach, then back to work I go
Old Jack knows how to have a lil' bit of fun
See you later. I'm gonna soak up some sun
Tequila! Another margarita-this one frozen
November 27th 2015
Jack Frost Acrostic Contest
Sposor: Shadow Hamilton
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)
Frogs’ legs
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad
Shish kebabs
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick
Pizzas
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased
Bird’s nest soup
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough
Mexican wraps
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas
Seafood paella
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish
Maple syrup
Canadians tree tap
Sticky sweet sap
Digestif
After dinner drink
Brandy glasses clink
17/09/18
'six-word couplet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Once upon a time of mobile
chargers,
Lives a small frighten
kittyhawk,
Sacred and lost in the jungle
of Xs!
Trapped for months and
hours,
One day she broke her chain,
And flew days until she reach
a place,
A tree beside a brook called
'POETRY',
And met many new friends,
Caught a glance of a Nuhawk
by another branch,
They soon got along well and
broke into song,
Romantic duet so strong,
Hundreds gathered to listen
and dance.
By late that evening a few
remain,
An Ancient Ox,two
turtledoves,a GhostOwl,and a
ladybug,
When it was finished she
rested her head on his crest.
Which brought the crowd into
rapture!
A happy ending is what we
are after,
Love is not blind for these
fellows,
More to come from the leaves
of Poet's Corner,
Would you stay and hear
some more...?
Until another present us a
bard to tell,
Of lonely hearts finding love
again,
I leave you with the story of
Kittyhawk and her lover....
Adios Amigoes and
Senoritas !!
He shot a man in Arizona
so Billy's riding hard tonight.
He had to leave Fort Grant City
because he killed a bully in broad daylight.
Billy's heading back from where he came from,
back to old New Mexico.
He has friends on the Ruidoso.
They'll hide him out where ever he goes.
Charming Billy, Billy Bonney.
You just turned seventeen
but your future will be seen
as Billy the Kid.
Billy joined up with The Regulators
as the Lincoln County War began.
He was a small young boy with a big sombrero,
but rough and tough as any man.
Billy earned his reputation
with a friendly smile and a smoking gun.
The Spanish girls all loved young Billy.
Their blue eyed hero he had become
Charming Billy, Billy Bonney.
You loved to dance and sing
and never worry about a thing.
Pat Garrett was hired to catch young Billy.
A one time friend he knew him well.
Pat cornered Billy in a rock house cabin
near Stinking Springs as folks do tell.
Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both his guards died from thinking
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away.
Charming Billy, Billy Bonney.
The whole world knows your name.
You've caught up to your fame.
Billy could have kept his freedom
by riding off to Mexico,
but he wanted his friends and senoritas,
so to Fort Sumner he did go.
Just about the stroke of midnight
a shot rang out in a darkened room.
Pat Garrett's bullet killed young Billy.
His short life ended years too soon.
Charming Billy, Billy Bonney.
You just turned twenty one
at the wrong end of a gun.
Between emerald mountains there
Markets sprawl under Dominican feet
Cycles a buzz up, down around the square
I watch as the palm leaves senoritas sweep
Ladies beneath basket heads walk the broken streets
Taps upon my shoulder as youthful vendors beg them bare
Along with a blinding kindness of the underlying thieves
Because I am the foreign, the strangness to make them stop and stare
Everyone who knows me, realises I get my inspiration from news items. Today, Sunday 10 July 2016. There was a mention on the radio of a bull fighter being killed in Eastern Spain, whilst fighting a bull and being televised live. Pardon that last expression, but it was actually used. I have always been a keen supporter of animal welfare. I hope this poem does not offend anybody, but you know it need not have happened, both the death and this poem!
A Bullfighter was killed in Eastern Spain!
A bullfighter was killed in Spain!
Not by a sword or gun.
No, it was by a bull.
In an arena of no fun.
You see the bull should have died.
The Matador bow to applause!
Be cascaded with flowers.
By senoritas so adored!
Did everybody gasp?
When the bull won instead!
Did anybody praise that bull?
To see their hero dead!
I have not watched the video.
I don’t know if there is one.
I expect others killed that bull.
No one praised that one.
Who in a one sided battle!
Did the unthinkable!
And.
Won!
Condolences to the widow if there is one and children if there are any. (The mad Author)
This is the story of old Mexico
Long ago in Nogalez town
About a young farm boy, while riding his burro
He could see something that was in the ground
He climed off his burror and started to dig
He could tell it was something round
All wraped in burlap was a wonderful sword
A sword like no other he found
He took it home and he played every day
With this wonderful blade of steel
Ten years later when he was a young man
He was really quite good with his skill
He never did tell his mom not his dad
About the beautiful blade he had found
He kept it hidden by wearing a cape
He kept it hidden while going to town
One day some outlaws they came in to town
The bad hombres they were there to steal
Shouting and shooting til one pushed him down
The young man arose with his steel
He fought them off, He beat every one
They were no match for his blade
On the seat of ones pants as he was trying to leave
He carved a big Z they say
As they started to run he said to them all
I'm Zorro, don't ever come back
This made him legend, the whole town they loved him
This man on a burros back
This handsome young man, this gave him his fame
And the ladies they all wanted him
To the one who carved Z in the seat of ones pants
Senoritas they all adored him
Well Zorro became quite a ladies man
He loved all, never just one
And the strength of his sword, He need more than that
Poor Zorro, He only just one
As legends have it and as storys go
If senorita was ever in need
He'd come to her rescue on a raging black stallion
Not a burro as he did indeed
Through all these years all Mexico know him
If you don't believe just ask
He be the one they all talk about
He carved a Z in the seat of ones pants.
everything reminds me of him
i dont know what to do
all i do is think of him
which only leaves me
feeling sad and blue
i know he.s having a good time
back in his native land
being back with his senoritas
while im here without my man
iknow we,ll never be together
it,s all over and done
he,s partying with other women
while im here and not daring to have fun
Form:
A shot of jack would do me just fine,
with an ice cold Heineken, sublime
and for all of my little senoritas,
an endless fountain of margaritas.
It's gonna get hot tonight.
Yeah it's gonna get hot tonight.
A full moon is shining bright,
and I can tell by the size of the stars in your eyes,
it's gonna get hot tonight.
Put your hair up just right
and wear your dress way too tight.
Let's hit The Pub and paint the town
and while we're at it let's mess around
a better time at The Pub will never be found
cause it's gonna get hot tonight.
I’m from the great state of Texas, the biggest and the best.
No other place is like it, be either east, north, south, or west.
I went to California, to see the golden state.
I even seen that bridge out there, one called the golden gate.
I realized really quick, I wasn’t happy here.
So I turned my truck right around, and for Texas I did steer.
As I reached El Paso town I stopped and had a bean.
And admired the senoritas there, the prettiest I think I’ve ever seen.
I kept on heading east I guess, I drove for days and days.
Big D is just up ahead, the lights are all ablaze.
The Cowboys must be playing home tonight, I think I’ll check it out.
Victoriously they won their game, but was there any doubt.
I left that town, heading south to Corpus, the city by the sea.
I longed to see the sandy shores of Padre, a place so dear to me.
I guess I must be getting close, I smell the briny air.
Corpus is the place I love, with people kind and fair.
I stayed and got my rest, I stayed for two whole nights.
I decided San Antone I’d visit next, and just check out her sights.
I wanted to see the Alamo, but saw the dome instead.
What was I really thinking, twas rocks inside my head.
Laredo was next on the list, lowest point on the Texas map.
Upon this map I’m looking at I see a two inch gap.
If I left early enough in the morn, I should make it in a day.
Well here I am in this border town, reckon here is where I’ll stay.
It’s good to be back home again where the scorpions and rattlers play.
They’re just a common site for us we see them every day.
I once had me an old snake nearly eight foot long, I taught him how to fetch.
He must a been getting old cause he’d tire real quick of this game of catch.
One day I threw it out I guess a little too far.
He got ran over , poor old thing was killed by a car.
Ever enjoy a Calzone from Pizza Pizza
Holy crapola, the yummiest surprise, senoritas
A heated-up bundle of joy
A slice of pizza redeployed
Calzone is stuffed with pepperoni and cheese, eureka!