Juan Poems - Poems about Juan

He thought he was a Don Juan But he was actually a Don Won’t Women did not appreciate his wolf whistles or his philandering ways He ended up alone most nights and weekends until the end of his days...

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milk breath gigolo a tuxedo tom cat with attitude cat-walking down the alley felines fuss and mew conniving to capture this Don Juan his wives roll their eyes they know the game...

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I would like dark chocolate, but I need you Cadbury alone won't do I'll climb the Himalayan for you, because When I'm with you, really with you Grand Central can come in, yet fade thin, as I bask with touch of you Fierce, yet mild well-rounded honeybee A die-hard Christian man forever, because, From Okinawa to Timbuktu, History's fiercest touch to your faith...

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When first we met, in sailor town, the slim jim chased, and I was found. His greedy lips did hold me down. With me, he wed, and we were bound. But leaves did crisp and we did fall into set ways beneath old oak. The charm and grace did hit a wall, so I did wink and he awoke. He turned, placed kiss...

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In love and war, they say all is fair, But once, when I took the marriage dare Feelings, dark as night, Burdened me, an angry fight. While I rested upon my bed, He stirred beside me as darkness spread. Once alone in my melancholic state, Long before I was escorted by my mate, Tears would haunt me, cleansing my heart, Reminding me that soon...

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Juan tells you he is an immigrant, northern mexico that he learned to speak english in iowa and these coupled are the reason Juan's accent is different Juan is not mexican Juan lives in fear of americans Juan in america is a raghead a camel jockey, sand this is not unique to america the world is filled with such infidel, hymie, gentile, untouchable the...

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Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez, A magic elixir, always my morning mainstay Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day! If I don’t have my coffee, someone will pay No excuses, I do not care what anyone says, Give me a...

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“Springtime” The dark days of winter have passed The snow gone at last. The cold, a memory forborne. As the Earth awakens Will the meadows turn green? Will the bluebirds sing? Will the mission bells ring? Will the cherry trees bloom? Will mankind repent, Make way for new dreams? Will she return to me? How I long to...

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to conquer flowers flirt hummingbird wears back tie as fraud don Juan does...

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A vital piece of information Released with some change in intonation By an Eve never known for variation, Now in some measure flabby: The handiwork of your planted baby! Even the busiest guy sure to stand still The never-ably-shown by actors with skill, An upper cut men not ready for the story: For the Don Juan seeking some...

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After peerless love, efface fire of passion, lighting cigarette......

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Juan (Johnnie) Avocado Seed By George W. Clever-----15 September 2020 A migrant boy in California His only toys were avocado pits Making castles at the Rancheria In the dust with the pits where he sits Until told of a boy who traveled the borders Planting apple seeds to grow fine orchards Dreamed of a day when he’d be in demand Planting...

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Teddy Roosevelt carried a big stick Walking softly 'till he had to move quick He charged up San Juan Hill Thinking, 'Who'll foot the bill?' He made it into a Hollywood flick...

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Don't invite a statue to your party. Don't mess with beings made of stone. Frail mortals are much more hearty, so keep safely to weak flesh and bone. Don Juan, that notorious rake, seduced ladies, we know, by the score. No loaf would he let overbake. He had no time for morals and law. His wickedness led to perdition. He took many a step...

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En Mi Viejo San Juan!  *In My Old San Juan"              ~I Just Dreamt~ Of an old, delicious flame from Puerto Rico. Strutting in his own unique, Very sexy way.  Perfect hair, perfect suit. Oh, he was just stunning. Gliding, it seemed with his, tall and oh, so perfect body. His soft, dark skin too perfect  to describe. His lips, tastier than the best cotton...

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