Is this a poem? -- I'd say so!
Near my home, convenient, clean
and comfy. Very low prices.
Varied delicious specials.
Slogans artistically painted
in strategically located spots --
poetic samples of our regional
colorful cuisine and culture:
"I like my cafecito with a little chisme"
(I like my coffee with a little gossip);
"Y la dieta?" (And the diet?)
and near the register, another:
"Hay que empezar el dia con
HUEVOS,*
frijoles, chilaquiles, y cafe"
(You have to start the day with
EGGS,
beans, chilaquiles, and coffee).
At the exit, beside the door:
"Si acabas de llegar bienvenidos,
y si ya se vas vuelve pronto"
(If you have just arrived welcome,
and if you are already going
come back soon!)
An important part of home.
At this location since 1984.
Friendly and familiar.
Puro poesia. Pure poetry.
*"con huevos", here has double meaning
Categories:
frijoles, appreciation, culture, food, tribute,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
frijoles, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Buckaroos wave in the wagons into a corral, circle of
Conestoga wagons mixed with covered wagons 100 count,
Next to the butte, a springer delivers calf alive; compadres cheer wahoo!
Exuberance looking at large remuda, choosing each a horse to mount.
Morning sun illuminates camp as mozo helps secure on a horse the rig,
Saddle up with aparejo and alforja to work on the range, the keen
Vaqueros mill the running cattle into a circle, and bulldog the doggie
Pulling down the calf to avoid the barranca deep ravine.
Noontime hot sun heats frijoles, huevos rancheros, and beef or lunch,
Cowboys drift cattle slowly ranch side, buckaroo pulls in the doggie stray calf,
Moving away from the coulee ravine towards the crick,
Dragonflies zoom near as waddys punch cattle herding,
resounding a hooray laugh.
Evening warm summer sun lights adobe viga roof beam end rustic,
Acequia irrigation canal greens the bolson flat arid valley,
Olla earthenware pot full of water complement hoedown and dinner,
Ramada shelter branches on roof give rest to camp, peaceful tally.
Categories:
frijoles, america, day, horse, morning,
Form: Rhyme
i said
to the
waitress
i'd like
frijoles
negros
con
arroz but
i said
to
my wife
i'm trying
to have a
con
cessation
with
you
not a
solilo
quy
Categories:
frijoles, muse,
Form: I do not know?
with olive complexion
the Mexican army
walked off the set
to partake in
comida and
a sieste
but not frijoles
instead pass
the pasta
with grazie
and prego
needing more parmesan
Categories:
frijoles, muse, , western,
Form: I do not know?
Chorizo con huevos,
Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
Chorizo con huevos,
Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
Chile verde, Yo quiero,
Dame filete de pescado.
Huevos rancheros,
Carnitas, huevos rancheros.
Huevos rancherrrrrros!
Carnitas, huevos rancheros.
Categories:
frijoles, food, uplifting,
Form: Cowboy Poetry