Long Los Poems
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There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side-
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight seduction of rain
But no rain.
Perfect, cool molecules,
Layer on layer,
Air sitting on air.
But after, I couldn’t find you.
I couldn’t find you
In the heavy-sitting valleys,
Behind the cool barriered hedges
With stone guard dogs,
In the palm shadowed boulevards
Or the canyon mazes.
I couldn’t find you
In the final exhalations of space,
On sun baked, cracked cement plaza drives.
I couldn’t find you
In the starkly lined avenues
Amongst the serious-expressioned manikins.
It really is a desert here, huh?
Had said the pale cheeked waiter from Wisconsin
While we waited for you to come back.
Yes, I thought, touching the sweating water glass.
A stage set in a desert
Filled with mirages and promises
And doors that no one answers
And roads that curve toward the sun.
We both knew you weren’t coming back.
I won’t find you again
But I will keep looking
And looking
And looking.
There is always that chance.
Yes, to find someone like you.
That chance.
I leave alone,
Tip under plate.
A dog barks at my steps,
Waits, barks again.
We are both close,
Yet impossibly,
Far from home.
That day, I was on my scale, thought I was fat?
Till I realized, i was holding two, five pound cats!
Scales are deadly, for women, it is proven true.
Use a tape measure instead, to be gorgeous you.
Mens’ weight, seems to move as easily as a cloud.
While ours seems immovable, like an iron clad shroud.
My despicable scale was put away in a deep, dark closet.
I measured my body parts, got thin, so do try it?
Went from a size sixteen to a size seven?
Was so grateful and thought I really was in heaven!
It’s been thirty seven years of pure bliss.
I think my tape measure deserves a honorable kiss.
Your fork, must alas, be given a long rest.
Leaving the table, and exercise, is a character test!
2/7/2023
Dia de Los Muertos
Day of the Dead
Originated by Aztecs
Celebrated in Mexico and Philippines
Aztecs called it Miccaihuitl
Catholics call it All Saints Day and All Souls Day
I call it Day of the Dead
Tribute to our ancestral souls
Honoring those in our family who have died
Keeping their memory alive
We celebrate with music, food and drink
festivals and parades
Women dress as La Catrina
Tall female skeleton who wears fancy dress
And a lavish hat
Originally derived to make fun of the rich
Sugar skulls and salt are placed on the ofrendas
Altars built to honor our loved ones
Marigold petals are there to guide spirits back home
Salt to purify the visiting souls
November 1st and 2nd
When spirits return home
To spend time with their families
Let’s show them a great time!
memorable one-liners
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Written By: Sobre El Amor
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Sassy describes someone who is lively
someone bold
with confidence and displaying a
charmingly fresh attitude
a spirted witty and slightly cheeky Woman,
that what I have with you.
------------------ las trompas or los cornos,--
We fell in love in Ole Del Rio
neath ah strawberry moon
we were two lovers
taking chances
singin an Ole Lover's tune
when the music made us happy
we stood to do our thang
bouncin swayin and grooving
while the singer and band
did there thang
we feel in love in Ole del Rio
listening to an Ole Crooner sing
I said something nice
nothing fancy when she
showed her fancy gown
sexy model had me thinkin while
she pranced and promanded around
We fell in love In Ole Del Rio
Neath a Strawberry Moon
the music started playing
folk jumped up like they were
on there honeymoon
In the halls of learning, where whispers grow,
Two hearts met, began to glow.
A glance, a smile, a moment shared—
A silent bond, unspoken, yet declared.
Through bustling streets and crowded halls,
They walked together, love enthralled.
A sip of tea, an evening stroll—
In laughter and talks, their hearts felt whole.
But love was shadowed by a wall,
A faith divide, a family’s call.
She feared the chains of ancient ties;
The thought of losing filled her eyes.
Yet love defied the fear inside.
With every step, they walked in stride.
A stolen moment, a secret meet—
Their love grew strong in time discreet.
Then came the day of silent pain,
As he stood beside the waiting train.
With trembling hands, a frame she gave,
Memories wrapped in love so brave.
Her name was stitched upon his case,
A whisper carved in time and space.
A tear-streaked face, a last goodbye—
He left, yet love refused to die.
Though miles apart, their hearts entwined,
In hidden meetings, love defined.
She wove new tales for paths to cross,
Defying fate, ignoring loss.
Yet questions loomed in sleepless nights—
Would love withstand the coming fights?
Would fate be cruel? Would time betray?
Would love survive another day?
But through the storms, they held on tight,
With dreams of days bathed in light.
Their love—a fire, a burning flame—
That even distance couldn’t tame.
With hope as armor, faith as guide,
They walked the path, side by side.
For love, they vowed, would break the chain,
And bloom beyond the walls of pain.
~ Phin Jiu
Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
Hey Black California
It's Irish
Now is your time it says
Only you are the living
Special news letter
If I was really big news
Why?
Why live so?
People are civilized
Capable of amazement or?
Being watched
For being news bigger than?
Answers
Wandering into a world life
Without knowing
Winging it below the completed people
Blocks the learning
Something starts and ends the little topic
If learning the black news
The white girls a business
If funny paper is in
She owns the funnies
Little guess gives big hair gal the shoe
To be run by a lady of the night is?
Not a funny for Irish
Enjoy yourselves black
The movie ladies name is
Jenna can't lose
Now I know as times is easy and is hard
How's saying you knows these shows paying her
Next morning no newspaper to show you black and white
Crime is old and smart
If out the vocabulary then put it back after writing congress article in newspaper
Catalyst California Poem
Like a burnished silver concho, from Pancho Villa’s boot
That ol’ Spanish moon comes slidin’ over Encantada Butte
Then the Chisos they go stealin’, down Coahuila way
Montaña mariachis and they’re comin’ out to play
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
The boulders make a circle as the sagebrush clears a path
And I thought I heard poquitos try to hide a little laugh
Por los gringos son mas grande, and they lumber as they waltz
While the chicas curtsey daintily and try to hide their faults
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
As he plays the bajo sexton, the big one starts to sing
With a low and throaty whisper Mochuelo takes the wing
El coyote joins the chorus, amarillo cacti glow
Y los mestizos vaqueros, lie sleeping down below
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
La Luna slides down in the saddle of Serranias del Madre
And the Chisos they go stealin’, back up Tejas way
They tiptoe cross the river, Rios Bravos y Grande
Soñoliento bailadores, they lie dreaming for the day
Baile con mio M'hijito
Señoritas, come dance and sing
Dance por mañana acechanzas
And soon the long shadows grow wings
Never had I met you
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety
Because of the fame
Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon
Seems to happen that way
Halls of Hollywood memories
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie
Not a place of gloom
Legends of the silver screen
Lives of cinema and script,
Lying in silent repose
In walls of the crypt
Living on in pictures
In ghostly black and white,
Gone but not forgotten
Under legacy's bright light
I can leave a flower ...
Can touch your nameplate,
In life I could never
Get near one so great.