Long Sombreros Poems

There are Guineas that live in America
Guineas that live in a zoo
But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all
Are the ones that reside in Peru

It is said that they live in the Andes
And on weekends they...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA   2007 AD / 1427 AH 

The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and...

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We have a bird feeder on our porch we fill with bird seed every day
We love to watch the different birds visit…the cardinals, the wrens…the jays

But every time we fill the feeder we painfully become...

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Once upon a time in faraway land,
There lived little Candy with dreams so grand;
She dreamt she was princess Cinderella,
Or sometimes became small Thumbelina;

One night, she danced with leprechauns and dwarves,
Sometimes wearing sombreros, sometimes scarves;
Her dreamy...

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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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The jazz men of Grand Central Terminal
Gathered on the dirty edge of Park Avenue
Wearing the green-white guayaberas and some honeymoon sombreros. 
Suddenly we have been interrupted at the last minutes our jokes
Because an old scholar...

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Edgar Rice Burroughs went beyond stars
To write of epics of Thuvia the maid of Mars,
Of Tarzan raised by Apes and Venus and Pellucidar,
Having  stuck to his pen and paper, not wandering afar.

We had Wells...

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A little forthright butternut fruit cake was sat on embroidered picnic rug. Basking in the sun whilst chatting to a jam pot. Beyond the knitted trees of custard lays the artichoke of buttered llamas. To...

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#33

the moon falls west-ward
the tule fog saunters east
summer ends early


New Siblings

puppy petite gold
bouncing around black dog's space
I know you’re in love
 
#25

Swimming in spring fog
wind plucked guitar string in time 
Tule music plays

Fog

fog braised Fillmore
ready...

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The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares,
Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static; 
Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light.

As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds,
And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes...

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Leander Skumfeldt

1864-1916

Truly my friends

Dying was my greatest fear, while alive.

My most dreaded

Most detested of future experiences.

Dying, finally, was my greatest achievement

My greatest joy!

My highest calling!

The summit of my scant human existence!

Old Whittier town,

I have missed...

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The ergley-girgley men head south,
Inverting their insides to go out,
Never speaking, only winking
At the waddley ones who wash
Their clothes in bleach to kill the flies.
Oh, the rank of it.

The waddley ones are wide mouthed with...

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Maybe I’m dancing
In the shadows 
Naked man flying
Too close to the ground

I’ve got one eye 
On my sleeve
And the flowers 
Of a jester

I’ve got rain
In my pockets
And my mind 
On James Dean

Then the lunatic fringe
The...

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