Long Pueblo Poems

today i will wander to the brothel
those divine friends of Jesus
where i will intercourse
with the ladies in my growing Spanish
write some lines to ponder
while they wash clothes and bathe
i the balneologist with the brandy
we watch...

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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Turtle heard that Salt Woman was on the road again, and he was 
wanting a taste of her. Some miles from Cochiti, he stopped 
for directions at a Speedway gas station.
The dwarf who ran the...

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It was a long and turbulent year
Beset with death, war and crime.
Oh! Where do we  journey from here?
Alas, a New Year begins its chimes.

Last January misfortune began
North Korea captured the Pueblo ship
While Americans soldiers...

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my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves  eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing...

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La Saeta

Dijo una voz popular:

“¿Quién me presta una escalera,
para subir al madero
para quitarle los clavos
a Jesús el Nazareno?”

¡Oh la saeta, el cantar
al Cristo de los gitanos,
siempre con sangre en las manos
siempre por desenclavar!
¡Cantar del pueblo...

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(In the 80's, Pueblo, Colorado, poets Kyle Laws and Tony Moffeit played cemetery zombies in a Pueblo-directed, written and filmed horror movie, "Curse of the Blue Lights". They and Wrulf Gunkl VonGlashaus agreed to write...

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Poem: This Rock
Poet: Ken Jordan
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2012


This rock
This Holy 
piece of stone -

 Bestowed  upon
the Pueblo People
of the 
Tribal Nations
by the 
Great Spirit,

some
seven thousand
years ago -

Gave way to
a Ceremonial 
tribal gatherings
to
give
thanks, honor
and prayers
to the
Great Spirit
for blessing
them with ,

This...

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A Rose by any other namme shall smell as sweet to mee as ewe.
Jesus paid the sacrifice the aritifice of life became the death of me to give me 
back the life eye gave away...

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I live in a small pueblo where every day or so

my neighbours sweep the pavement to keep

their side of the road clean and pick up the litter


And I like Beppo the Street Sweeper in Momo

by...

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HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES

Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day...

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Hiding Under My 3rd Grade Desk
David J Walker 

Mrs. Pollards smile 
Was enough to reassure every member
Of her third-grade class 

That their world was secure 
As the crass voice in the 
Crackling PA speaker announced...

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HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES

Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day...

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Powers beyond measure wearing messages of the spirit, 
           BALD EAGLE soars with might, so majestic I can hear it.
bestowing freedom flying higher than any...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams.
For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams.
For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped...

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STARS & STRIPES 
I know the Treasures held by the snow
I know pleasures unknown
And the measure of the shadows below.
They said Look what you've become.
Red, I replied I know. I've grown numb.
More dead than when...

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Acoma Pueblo 

My city of stone
My people I cry for you
I looked into our land
Nothing remains
broken hope of years.
You did toil the soil,
your life was grand.
But what could you do,
the waters ran away from you?
Where...

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The little girl’s mom Tila, 
worked hard to save enough money
It was her baby girl’s birthday, 
how she loved her miel, her honey
She saw a Barbie doll that stood 
in the window at Catarina’s Boutique
Wearing...

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I was lucky enough to always' live in a house facing more less to the east
I have gazed upon them since I was a child, the same as others for hundreds of years
They are a...

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From Maidum staired beginning
Walk me north to Cairo
But keep your eyes on the pole star
The moon meanders like a whore
From year to year waxing bright
From bed to bed in spans of light
Her cycles wane in...

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On Fort Apache Indian Reservation, in Arizona, there is an old pueblo ruin called, "Kinishba", aka "Dull brown house in the middle of nowhere". 

On a hill overlooking Kinishba, there is an older ruin where...

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Perched on a cliff,
Towering from the sea.
Embracing a cool breeze;
Lima is the city.

Miles of pueblo jovenes,
Surround her heart.
Like a flock of sheep,
Not wanting to part.

Slums lay there
In shades of beige.
When they really want
Be red with...

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Two days ago, I decided 
To realise 
Some cherished memories 
Of my beloved little pueblo; 
So I drank about five glasses 
Of Monteviejo 
In preparation for 
The rediscovery of 
The town of my heart.
Firstly, I...

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(In the late Middle Ages, the people
of the Spanish village of Fuente
Ovejuna rose up spontaneously and
killed their cruel overlord.)

No, there were no words. 
Nobody seduced the villagers 
with, "What Is To Be Done?" 

No-one came...

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