Joaquin Poems - Poems about Joaquin

...I was once your cowgirl and you were my Indian This was in the San Joaquin valley of California that you planted your seed in me Boy did we have a pow wow It was a delicious experience and m......Read the rest...

...Valencia's Joaquin Sorolla took the art world by the collar So prolific was his themes in impressionistic genre scenes......Read the rest...

...Joaquin Ovolla y Bastida born&raised in Espana Painted oh so very fast in a genre reminiscent of the past......Read the rest...

...The Empty Academy Schoolhouse It stands on a vast green lot, No trees to shelter it from heavy, gray clouds on the rolling foothill horizon. Its thin coat of white paint peels, revealing bare,......Read the rest...

...The Afternoon Moon Grandmother reclines in the passenger seat, while sunlight glows through her white wavy hair. Her cheeks rosy, she smiles at me as I drive east toward the Blossom Trail. I ......Read the rest...

...He is coming again. I can always feel when he is on his way because my heart starts to race and I feel the fear. The fear of soldiers busting in. People being murdered by clowns while I dance ......Read the rest...

...Sweet organic scents waft softly through the vast and endless valley where myriads of trees grow in tight rows marked by long lines of rich, robust soils that brighten with the rising sun. I......Read the rest...

...When Grandma Tutu said she owned a gun, my mother freaked! She gasped! How she was stunned! She wanted Tutu to throw it away, but then forgot. The gun was there to stay. We never knew where Tutu ......Read the rest...

...SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN I. I sit in my friend’s armchair, waiting for her to get ready for church. Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm on the windows, the roof, and......Read the rest...

...Every Sunday after church Old great-aunt Dora Full bloodied Cherokee, In her finest dress and fedora, Drove her pink Cadillac To the San Joaquin River. She would stop in the same place And sat......Read the rest...

...I REMEMBER THE LITTLE GIRL BMWs shine on the lot, row after row, reflecting the blinding summer sun of Pinedale, California. Their windows blink back stories of 4,792 Japanese Americans interne......Read the rest...

...J-ust O-btain A-uthor's Q-uote U-sing I-ndividual N-ame Topic: Birthday of Joaquin (November 03) Form: Vertical Monocrostic......Read the rest...

... Hot, sweaty, summer Fans, sun-hats, flip-flops, ice-tea Sunset, come quickly                September 3, 2020 ......Read the rest...

...Redding Poem 4 “Flying Down Interstate 5” We departed Redding at 3:45, In the dead of an October night. Those tumultuous streets were morgues then, As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5, ......Read the rest...

...Back again ... Her daily hour of hope ... She came every evening to The Hem ... Just a big hole in the earth, really, a barren canyon of dust, Perched on the south edge of the C......Read the rest...