My heart sits smiling in my chest
I wear it on my sleeve or vest
When once it sees that you're around
Out it comes, for it has found
It's heartmate there inside of you
The love they share is out of view
It took a while but now I know
When you say dos it means uno
At three 'o clock this afternoon,
A shaft of light pierced my room.
Curtains flung back as I arise:
An actor's life I do surmise!
Working halls and live theatre,
Singing songs in every meter.
Playing Hamlet, then a clown,
Each week it changes in this town.
Tonight my accent is deep Fen,
My entrance scene is played again.
People come to see me ramble,
I am a cop; Inspector Randall.
Bungling cases, then success:
Miss Marple would be so impressed!
I love the clapping of the crowd,
We take our bow, feeling proud.
Then travelling home in my old car
To see my kitten, Balthazar.
The night is cold, it's nearly three,
My kitten is here, on my knee.
I sip some vino, 'Espanol',
The kitten thinks I am his doll.
Razor needles pierce my skin,
But I am calm deep within.
Night owls hoot, it is bedtime,
I finish off my blood-red wine.
Take Balthazar his little toy,
To watch him play is such a joy.
I say goodnight and shut the door
Thinking of tonight's applause:
An aged actor's life to stay.
Tomorrow it's a matinée.
Why can't the world be like it was when I was young
No one cleaning up dog-due dung
Kids dying right and left of polio and measles
Mumps running rampant like scorpions and beetles
Fathers employing razor belts
on recalcitrant sons and leaving welts
Mothers teaching daughters to clean and cook
poor-mouthing math and science textbooks
White folks lording it over illiterate Knee grows
Butchering Espanol -- and a few unlucky amigos
It was all so much simpler way back then
Cowboys shot Indians on the count of ten
So, why can't the world be like it was when I was young
Well, hey, I guess it is ~ English still ain't America's mother tongue...
A V.P. named Ms. Kamala Harris
Headed straight for the border of Paris
First she spoke Espanol
When eyes started to roll
She switched to Deutsch, not-at-all embarrassed
Por favor, senor
I ask a favor, no more
Hablo ingles, no espanol
You'll get my whole bankroll...
cherchez la femme but
she's in the crosswalk
now so i didnt see her
because i was seeing
her in my thoughts
and i got thinking
of guerre but more
importantly la vie
and she romantically
language speaks
pardon my Francais
forgive my italiano
babble but let me
flip to page twenty
six and say the same
in
Espanol
I am in Guatemala taking Spanish classes because I own and run a gallery
in Mexico. And this is my first poem in Spanish that I wrote yesterday.
En Espanol
En el bosque del mundo
Hay muchas manos
Alcanzando para el cielo
Esperando para respirar
Las estrellas caren como lagrimas
Espolvorear los deseos
Sobre el mundo
En el bosque, las manos aplauden
In English
In the forest of the world
There are many hands
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for breath
The stars fall with tears
Sprinkling wishes
over the world
In the forest
many hands applaud
written 10-6-2019
copyright protected Jeanne McGee 2019
i see what
you're saying
but your body
language speaks
to me in contorted
words all in Espanol
your toes
wiggle a signal
as i pick up on hip
talk that yes i dig Si
put your thighs up to
my eyes
and your belly
button with finger's
help make it seem to
speak
but its words
confirm your skin
and still in
Spanish speak
but
senorita, no hablo
Espanol un poco
lo siento
mi Espanol is muy mal
my Spanish is very bad
but i'm
trying to
understand
in these days
of trans i don't
want to mistakenly
write a
wrong and
be translated
especially since
i don't believe in any
political view to be said
to be
politically
in an incorrect
set of words or a
statement that may
put me out of poetry soup
but she once
said that i could
be her Muso since
she was mi Musa but
I felt a bit queasy and q**er
so i said to my dear dearest let
me be
your perro
and you can
be my gato but
then i realized that
she would be a he "o"
and me
an "o" so
minus the GT
we have an LB
crisis on hand and
my hand was elsewhere
so slowly
I tried to find
Her cat and still
be My dog without
linguistic complications
the moral of the story is that
if i'm
trying to find
a Spanish pussy
cat not so butch because
i'm a Spanish manly dog because
linguistically we both end in a masculine
"O"
she can
be oh so wild
and i so wildly
sniffing without being
sticking myself in the out of
LGBT
mi Musa and i
try to speak
though confusedly
interjecting
si is si
in Espanol
in Italiano
but oui
is not we
but si
but noi
is closer
then nosotros
but most of the time
the time it takes
to take us
to a place
that makes sense
only leaves
dead cell batteries
i await
Thursday
her day
a date
in time
April
has a march
in 4/4
i must
write a score
do it
for duet
using her
voice vocally
instrumental
switch from
translate this
to a higher pitch
of cackled laughter
after which
jajaja transposes
to pizzicato notes
of ha ha ha
in a piece
where smiles
sound
like sunrises
sonrisas
and si si si is
both for yes
in
an
Italiano
Espanol
vocal
duet
leaping
running
chasing
moonbeams
lights
here
and
there
tip
toeing
in
the
evening
dew
......to
that
rendez-vous
of
yesteryear
inspired by Cappriccio Espanol clip
El premier es en Espanol
Mi cafe es restrictado.
al tazo que bebiendo
es caliente
Although I love my coffee,
mi medico llamare que yo se muerto,
si yo no terninar,
Entonces,
Mi cate es muy importante!
Yo vengo todo el camino a Mexico'.
Para, ver el mundo..
Para, ver las cosas Diferentes.
Ahora al rato.
Yo si me tiempo viene.
Para, ver el mundo.
Para sober que el.
Prtaisa esta terinado.
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Yo se mundo este lleno, de cosas diferente.
Las cosas diferente.
Ahora el rato.
Porqel el amor se disfruta.
Ellos san porte de la vida..
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Yo pienso el mundo es ou cosa espencia.
El amor si dis fruta.
Esto realmen me hace cantar.
Cantar sobre el planeta.
Y bueno sara para el hombre.
Esto es parques yo pe enso, esta palaras vienes pel araiso.
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios Amigos' (Vercion En Espanol)by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1998,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Who am I, where am I from
I’m a girl who ancestors are from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Panama
See me I don’t know the whole enchilada
My zodiac sign has to do with Aqua
I walk up to you and say, “ Hola amigo, como esta”
You reply to me and say,” Muy bien y tu.”
I say, “Bien mucho gracias.”
I can’t really have a conversation in Espanol
Because I only know boquito
Como te llamas, do you know mine
Me llamas est Preciosa
Me gusta el color Amarillo
You can walk up to me and bring out the mexican in me
Bring out the rice and beans
The whole encilada
Bring out the de le manana
I’ll get back to ya
If I saw you in Puerto Rico I would say
Bueno? Que traes or oye tocayo
I will introduce you to my traditional food
Burritos
Enchiladas
Bolillos
Carne abada
You bring out the Mexican in me
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