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Prometeme


Aunque él deber
te dicte hoy 
otro destinó.
Y al estar sólo 
busques él refugió 
de otro nido.
Prometeme 
qué aún volverás,
tesoro mío.

Confirma tú regresó, 
con ese 
apasionado besó.
Y cómo velero fiel,
lucharás contra 
la marea o viento--
por nuevamente anclar
en este, tú amado puerto.
Tú por mi, regresarás.

Cobijame 
con la llama 
de pasión intensa--
que guardas
en tu pecho.
Para que mi llanto seque
y así pueda escuchar
la oscura
y triste novedad.

Brindemos 
por esté adiós,
no sea eterno.
Con vino rojo 
y dulce, del bueno.
Aunque cada buche--
traiga hoy tanta amargura--
al digerir la amarga 
e agria realidad.

Regalame 
esa fuerza intensa--
qué otorga tú mirada.
Porqué es imagin--
la qué logra que pueda 
conseguir el sueño.
Ahí tal vez pueda--
tener algo
de felicidad.

Consuelame, 
con la esperanza en tú voz--
que ahora me jura, 
anclada frente a Dios--
prometiendo tú regreso.
Porqué aunque 
despedazado hoy 
queda él corazón--
siempre te esperará.

Premium Member Bueno Sera

Sunset’s on fire mañana sera;
The sky mirrors desire’s smile
caught on my face que bonita;

Un bella noche gaze up a while;
Lashes dance with cosmic dust
embedded now it’s just my style;

Such anticipation I may bust,
dreams linger too high si’ or no?
Still, I hold so tight cheeks flushed;

Walking a fine line loco o rico;
My glass a mix of both que bueno!

Human Concepts

Being rich is not a sign of being wicked.
             being poor is not a sign of being virtuous
             Being rich is not a sign of being bueno
             being poor is not a sign of being malo
             There are those who are wealthy and fine
             there are those who are poor and malicious


One Birthday

J-inx 
H-as 
A-voided 
O-ne 

B-irthday 
U-nder 
E-uphoric 
N-ote's 
O-pus 

Topic: Birthday of Jhao M. Bueno (January 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Premium Member Spice Doesnt Like Me Anymore

Spice doesn’t Like me Anymore
David J Walker

Spice doesn’t like me anymore
A taco would be nice
With a little Spanish rice but
Spice doesn’t like me anymore

Some frijoles with grated 
cheddar cheese
would be fine but let  me
add please, 
leave off the jalapeno 
cause its just No Bueno
Spice doesn’t like me any more

At one time I could eat it with ease
But now not even Chinese
That Goo goo Guy Pan is for a 
Younger man
Cause Spice doesn’t like me anymore

So  what am I supposed to eat
That doesn’t have just a little heat
There are very few dips 
As good as Salsa and Chips 
Too bad

Cause Spice isn’t nice
And nothing will suffice 
And it’s hard to think twice
About paying the price
For guacamole with chipotle  
Once more 

But Spice doesn’t like me 
Anymore

Horrendous Infection

J-eopardy's
H-orrendous
I-nfection
E-mploys

B-rutality
U-sing
E-pidemic's
N-asty
O-utbreak

Topic: Birthday of Jhie Bueno (April 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic


Mexican Minuanetta

A menu, Annetta, I’m hungry as a bear.
But first, something lighter, tell me, what have you there?
Chips, by the bowlful with salsa as starter fare.
Do bring them A-S-A-P, and yes, I declare
Extra? bring some queso with tender, loving care.

First course finished, once more the menu,  if you please;
Greens, tomatoes, cucumbers with lots of chickpeas,
Hidden Valley ranch, the best dressing will appease.
Iced sweet tea with two slices of lemon, I’ll squeeze.

Just a simple salad will stave my hunger’s chime.
Keep that menu close at hand, for proteins are prime;
Leafy salad down the hatch, now it’s entrée time.

Menu calls loudly in clear meatier voices.
Now for the main course,  Bueno! stomach rejoices.

Operation Fulfillment: contentment, my need.

Polla Poblano, with rice and black beans to spare;
Quesadillas, two with chorizo, two with cheese. 
Rich cuisine fills me up, I am feeling sublime.
Skipping dessert sounds like the wisest of choices,
Tosh! bring me fried ice cream, for I have gone to seed.

April 6, 2020

Contest:  Minuanetta Poems
Sponsor:  Emile Pinet

Annual Occurrence

J-ust
H-ave
A-nnual
O-ccurence

B-y
U-sing
E-vent's
N-atal
O-ccasion

Topic: Birthday of Jhao M. Bueno (January 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Joined Hearts

J-oined
H-earts
I-mplement
E-verlasting

&

G-od's
I-mperative
N-ote
A-s
L-overs
Y-ield
N-o

B-ad
U-nderstanding
E-mploying
N-uptial
O-bjective

Topic: Anniversary of Jhie & Ginalyn Bueno (December 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Hope Against Opportunity

J-ust
H-ope
A-gainst
O-pportunity

B-y
U-sing
E-xecuted
N-otable
O-ath

Topic: Birthday of Jhao M. Bueno (January 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Early New Openness

M-orn
A-nd
R-ays
I-n
V-ividness
I-solate
C-hill

B-y
U-sing
E-arly
N-ew
O-penness

Topic: Birthday of Marivic Bueno (January 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Gone Is Nighttime

G-one 
I-s 
N-ighttime 
A-s 
L-ight 
Y-ou 
N-eed 

B-egins 
U-sing 
E-ffulgent 
N-ew 
O-penness 

Topic: Birthday of Ginalyn B. Bueno (August 26) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

John Wayne

Elegy Poem
The day I had seen your first movie
I was always interjecting and happy
I would always pull out my toy guns and start to act like you
I remember watching every single one of your movies

That was until JUne 11, 1979 when you went by by
Now I can’t watch any new movies of yours
That is no bueno
Why did you have to die

We had some good times
Especially watching my favorite movie of yours Cowboys

Sin Futuro

En lucha saliste del polvo
Con ìmpetu mostraste valor y poder
En intentos no comiste ni dormiste
Era acero, visión, nada más

Todo un correr, un deprisa
En el alma siempre el pesado reloj
Eras el fuego entre luces y sombras
La agonía de un vuelo sin par

Pero al despertar viste lo distinto:
peligros, amenazas, perfidia, traición
Pasaste al blanco de ojos salvajes
Y has de cuidarte pues trampas hay

En tu andar soñaste algo bueno:
navegar, altruismo, conquistas…
Anhelos entre humo y noches
Empero ya descubriste de la junta el plan

Frías calles y manos en bolsillos
Sientes el aire bañado de lujo y placer
Más son los burócratas del descarrilado partido
amos del sol, de esperanzas y de azules olas

Nuestro mundo es así:
quimera, adiós y un triste oropel
Y desde un puerto hasta el cementerio
el verdugo controla con gran desazón

Prmera Familia

Caín
Resentido, egoísta y violento
Hijo de Adán y de Eva
Amaba el reconocimiento,
recibir grandes favores de
Dios y vivir a su manera
Odiaba que otro obtuviera
mayores logros,
que no lo honraran cuando
hacía algo y que le reprocharan
Creía que Dios no era capaz
de descubrir, juzgar y condenar
el mal, que dando poco se podía
recibir mucho,
que en la adoración no era
necesario dar algo bueno
y que había que destruir
a cualquier si chocaba
con los intereses y
aspiraciones personales
Su caso hizo entender a
los hombres que hay un
Dios justo que no tolera
la maldad, el abuso
y la violencia
contra el prójimo
Su gran deseo fue que
el Señor no lo castigara
tal como él mató a su hermano
Nació en las inmediaciones
del Huerto del Edén
El Asesino

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