Best Sombreros Poems

#33

the moon falls west-ward
the tule fog saunters east
summer ends early


New Siblings

puppy petite gold
bouncing around black dog's space
I know you’re in love
 
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Swimming in spring fog
wind plucked guitar string in time 
Tule music plays

Fog

fog braised Fillmore
ready for full moon to wane 
while waiting for Jack

Dreams while...

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The ergley-girgley men head south,
Inverting their insides to go out,
Never speaking, only winking
At the waddley ones who wash
Their clothes in bleach to kill the flies.
Oh, the rank of it.

The waddley ones are wide mouthed with awe.
Their teeth gleam;
Their tongues are rough like a cow's.
Hair is...

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The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares,
Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static; 
Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light.

As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds,
And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes simmer their cimmerian shades,
A penumbral eclipse gallops atop the sickened...

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Once upon a time in faraway land,
There lived little Candy with dreams so grand;
She dreamt she was princess Cinderella,
Or sometimes became small Thumbelina;

One night, she danced with leprechauns and dwarves,
Sometimes wearing sombreros, sometimes scarves;
Her dreamy princess dress sparkled with gems,
As she glided around crystal items;

Once,...

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Edgar Rice Burroughs went beyond stars
To write of epics of Thuvia the maid of Mars,
Of Tarzan raised by Apes and Venus and Pellucidar,
Having  stuck to his pen and paper, not wandering afar.

We had Wells going to the moon,
Writing of science fiction, reality soon,
Of time...

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Maybe I’m dancing
In the shadows 
Naked man flying
Too close to the ground

I’ve got one eye 
On my sleeve
And the flowers 
Of a jester

I’ve got rain
In my pockets
And my mind 
On James Dean

Then the lunatic fringe
The maniac’s binge
All trampling in
The garden of my mind

I’m a star-green...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA   2007 AD / 1427 AH 

The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and waves, the salt-leaden gusts in
the searing white heat, the sculptures...

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Leander Skumfeldt

1864-1916

Truly my friends

Dying was my greatest fear, while alive.

My most dreaded

Most detested of future experiences.

Dying, finally, was my greatest achievement

My greatest joy!

My highest calling!

The summit of my scant human existence!

Old Whittier town,

I have missed you indeed,

Have missed the bumpy rides by wagon and horse

To...

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There are Guineas that live in America
Guineas that live in a zoo
But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all
Are the ones that reside in Peru

It is said that they live in the Andes
And on weekends they invade the towns
Putting everyone there in a happy affair
And ridding...

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A little forthright butternut fruit cake was sat on embroidered picnic rug. Basking in the sun whilst chatting to a jam pot. Beyond the knitted trees of custard lays the artichoke of buttered llamas. To decipher a stone is to roll over sixty three times...

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The jazz men of Grand Central Terminal
Gathered on the dirty edge of Park Avenue
Wearing the green-white guayaberas and some honeymoon sombreros. 
Suddenly we have been interrupted at the last minutes our jokes
Because an old scholar of ours has asked to do so; 
He wishes to...

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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my pockets but I was bluffing to win, I lost. I...

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Summertime 
             sombreros hammocks
         imbibing sweating traipsing 
     beach sunbathing lake ice skating 
       ...

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We have a bird feeder on our porch we fill with bird seed every day
We love to watch the different birds visit…the cardinals, the wrens…the jays

But every time we fill the feeder we painfully become aware
how the squirrels also like birdseed…and squirrels don’t like to...

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Away from alleys, muggers don sombreros.
So sharp, so twisting, they’re like arrows.
The target never narrows.

Sneaking, dancing through the night,
Arrows never cause a fright.
They steal every light.

Not one is safe; they’re everywhere.
Look around for their snare.
Don’t say your cross is too much to bear.

Are you too...

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