A gem there is, that’s nestling inside me
(my husband claims I’m talking utter rot):
I tell him that I’m certain that I’ve got
homunculi who really want to ride me.
He knows the satisfaction he’s denied me:
(since nineteen ninety-four, delivered squat).
But men have egos, have to show as ‘hot’,
and I’ve allowed this utter fraud to guide me.
“De minimis,” they say, “non curat lex”.
‘The law does not extend to trivial things’.
But I’m aware that love is borne on wings:
as John Wayne said, we’re better Tex than Mex.
We women have our crystals, men their pecs,
but they have no monopoly on flings.
Thoroughly cook meat in
the special seasoning.
Then place in corn shell with
tangy cheese, sliced onions,
tomatoes and lettuce.
Top with lots of sour cream -
Tasty Tex-Mex food YUM!
sold my crux for poetic flux
to an immortal husk in a tux,
his musk was of the set dusk,
waft of an abattoir in the sun.
he ton of tone and run,
poetic stun gun and it's so fun,
coaxing to come as we begun,
this everyday smoke show pun.
all crossroads hex in texas,
misses of the vexes voodoo temptress,
dyslexic he continues his flex,
till I twist him like a pop - breaking his neck.
mex wicka wick a candle lit
to submit his payment with spirit -
definite light emits a dreamt cadence,
where his limbs go limp in menstruation.
lips stick press to succulent a test,
hollow nostril breath as lipstick vortices,
rousing muses coos in this faded faze
of alumni haze - as I maze his days away.
Miss Merry Tex met
Macho Mex ~
muy grande sex
Take chicken, pork or beef.
Then cook your meat like it’s
Tex-Mex style! Prepare shells
To fill up with the meat.
Top with lettuce, sour cream,
Tomatoes, onions, and
Tons of cheese. So tasty!
April 26, 2021 checked by Howmanysyllables.com
For Kim Merryman's Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Wandering the maze of sanity
has now become a harsh challenge
to the psyche as insanity fuels
itself with echoing bigotry
soaring like starving hawks
while vultures are daily treated
to sights of warm human appetizers
laying out on blood-stained turf tables.
If only lives could be as treasured
and as recyclable as are old cold weapons
of war that continues to be allowed
to seek the devouring warmness of life.
The yellow roses in a lone star field of dreams
droop in waters of tears and dried blood;
long-horned cows and egrets go about symbiotically,
as wagon train-like funeral processions pass by:
Meanwhile, congress-persons attend NRA banquets.
Ricky Nelson, T-shirt, and khaki pants,
Four a.m. check-in, big wigs are my job,
With a grain of salt, 'it's my life I snub,
A chosen degree, and the good lord grants,
He asked what type of room would I give them,
Wife had a t-shirt that dropped to her knees,
"The Bell Tower, our bridal suite, sign please,"
His band doubled-up, as a rule of thumb,
I would learn a year later, they broke up,
At the time, they both were very charming,
And she's sister to actor Mark Harmon,
By the way, that suite was 1k a pop!
Rick and his band would die in a plane crash, (1985)
And his wife of that time died in New Mex. (2018)
Date: 08/26/2019
What can she say
if Mex pays for
a lay? -- Ole!
He wore his big gaudy oversize rolex
Chewing on some tex-mex with his ex
Forever flipping through his rolodex
On the phone with gents and rednecks
He’d invite his clientele to a fashion vortex
On the main floor of his triplex
Where he sold suits in the annex
And quality unisex turtlenecks
In exchange for cash and cheques
When he’d run out he’d offer rainchecks
Or start showing off some fancy crewnecks
Everything to get noticed at discotheques
AP: 3rd place 2021
Posted on April 9, 2019
Mound of beans and rice
Lettuce shreds with tomato
Onion, ebony
Olive rings in salsa and
Guacamole; sour cream top;
Tex-mex mound,
Feast!
Today for lunch I dined on some Tex-Mex cuisine,
jalapeno topped enchiladas and refried beans;
a favorite here in Texas, that can’t be denied,
but this afternoon I am battling the fire inside.
Washed it down with a margarita and wedge of lime,
it was very soothing and delicious at the time.
It gave my head a little buzz and made me cross-eyed,
but now my gut is suffering from this fire inside.
I used to have no trouble eating this spicy food,
but now it causes burning in my stomach to intrude.
And yet I do not worry for in my desk does hide
a jar of Tums to relieve me from this fire inside.
November 7, 2017
Poem of the Day - November 8, 2017
"Tex-Mex," en breve;
"tejano-mexicano,"
en forma larga.
Traducción: [Translation:]
["Tex-Mex," in short; "Texan-Mexican," in long form.]
Recuento sílaba española por: [Spanish syllable count by:]
http://marello.org/tools/syllabifier/
Mission, Texas ( where I am From )
M...My home town is Mission, My state is Texas.
I...It is by the Southern part of Texas, by the Mexican border.
S...Some good Tex Mex. food can be found there.
S...Some winter Texans have adopted this place.
I...It is known for it's hot climate.
O...Over the years it has grown, but not much.
N...New comers are always welcome.
T...Texas is known for it's Cowboys. Rodeos and Southern hospitality.
E...Everything in Texas is big, even our Texas jokes.
X...Xoom into Texas and you shall see- just how we can be.
A...Always a big smile to welcome you, just come on over and see what's new.
S...Seeing is believing, so they say, so how about it - are you game?
04/06/2014
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
For contest - Where I am From
The Tex-Mex festival was bountiful
But it scratched my innards, much like steel wool
When the cramps began
Oh, how fast I ran
My impersonation of Old Faithful
rusted, busted, inorganically crop-dusted
hand-made on our very own assembly-line
low-flying tear-crying, cut-rate-buying
fair-trade-priced, but still...real fine
garment sweat-shop, Tex-Mex field crop,
Civilization Inc. prophets chanting it up
workin' twelve hour days 'til you drop
drinking Cool-(Inc.)-aid from corporate cup
the ol' family farm is right in the box
ol' Bessie's mooing fer all she's worth
sounding par per share of preferred stocks
increasing quarterly statements net girth
consume we must, as our numbers grow larger
we're either counted victor or the victuals
we consume awhile or face early departure
incorporating civilization's declared rituals
how many human souls can one world hold?
how many other species get a place here too?
how can we temper our needs uncontrolled?
how can we help Mother Earth get through?
© Goode Guy 2012-02-11
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