Long Senorita Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from this hell
Mexico I’d head for and buy a small farm
Meanwhile...

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Epigrams V

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
—Michael R. Burch



Teach me to love:
to fly beyond sterile Mars
to percolating Venus. 
—Michael R. Burch



Byron
was not a shy one,
as peacocks run.
—Michael R. Burch

When I...

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He drifts into town on his 
faithful quarter horse called Moose 
who has a three-legged gait 
which gives him saddle sores 
when riding miles from place to place. 

A desert wind storm hits them hard,
he...

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He drifted into town
on his faithful quarter horse called Moose
who had a three-legged gait 
which gave him saddle sores
when drifting from town-to-town.

A desert wind hit them hard,
he pulled his cowboy hat further down his face
so...

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All I think about is loving you, your smiles has embedded my heart to you,
I'd do everything, anything for you my dear sweetheart,
every time I see you my heart dances in lust ,
loving you I...

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A man living in Tobago 
but he was born in Trinidad 
he loves his next door neighbor 
this is his story it might be funny or sad 

he really loves this woman 
he cant live...

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BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met her match with the senorita from Peru 
Madre de dios...

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This is the story of old Mexico
Long ago in Nogalez town
About a young farm boy, while riding his burro
He could see something that was in the ground

He climed off his burror and started to dig
He...

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This is my story about Menudo, and not the boy band Menudo
Mexican Menudo soup, known as the breakfast of champions
It’s what borracho’s, and Ricky Martin and all el mundo saludo
Chili mix, cilantro and lemon or...

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These old boots, they've sure been around. They don't know where their goin' but they sure know where they've been. Drinkin' Corona and dancing with a Mexican Senorita in Jaurez, the smell of perfume and...

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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my...

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An abundance of fragrant florets 
constant reminder of regrets
Although they consume the misty air
they seem stale, because you're not there
Your absence has left a hollow void
Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid.

Just another day without you
Oh...

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Good Father Saez was right about the rain.
It didn't beat against the wooden door.
Without the rain their carriage they could gain,
and Jose made his way down tiled brown floor
to seek the colonnade and stay not...

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The old man lived out by the desert, selling postcards and gasoline,
He sold road-maps and Navajo silver, and True West magazine.

And under his Gabby Hays beard beat the heart of a dashing young man;
With arthritic...

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Don Arracho was fifty-four years old.
Rancho de Plata, gained from mission sale,
was Arracho's for price of a little gold.
Officials closed the mission's door, sad tale
when Spaniards came to grief and hold did fail.
Church gave release...

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I’m going up to the highest peak
Up to the roof of the world
To sit at Red Mountains steep
Kneel down and pray for my girl
 
 
 
This beautiful place of treasures
With religious murals upon the...

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Now they do leave and go their distant ways.
Don Jose rides with Arracho to shore
as Segundo brings ladies home with bays.
The destination's hacienda's door.

Sound of iron rims on cobblestone turned heads to see Alcalde's wife
and...

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Wild Horses

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shod in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

I want six-shooters there loud blasting
and...

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The ingrededents  in cowboy stew, is what he is about
It needs to simmer a right smart, much like his philosophy
In a black cast iron skillet over a campfire
With time it will taste pretty good...

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                    It may be the mid life crisis
        ...

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I’m ready for investing in some ballroom real estate.
The music starts at nine o’clock; we’ll get there half past eight.
Be sure to wear your sexy dress. I’ll wear my sexy pants.
The rooftop lounge is under...

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pitty the pretty for making easy things seem so hard
feel sorry for the senorita left unceremoniously scarred
have empathy for the sister whose life is a symphony askew
have sympathy for the woman who believed the lies...

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Then lady's eyes flashed indignation sore!
His choice of Amapola seemed to feed
on disrespect of Patron Saint and more.

"You use Amapola for comparison, senor, but word means more than flower to me. Don't you know Santa...

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hello everyone
after reading SENORITA SEXY SENRYUS by Panagiota Romios
I was inspired to write the entry below
I was reminded of a late poetess Pam who wrote under the name of gungalo
always did gungalo push me to...

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