Temblando al borde de la locura
Tratando de encontrar un centro de gravedad
Cortando mi circulación para hacer esta declaración
sobre mi habilidad natural como reina nacida
a caminar con tanta fabulosidad.
Aunque este vestido es una monstruosidad,
mi cabello es una curiosidad,
hay mucho acerca de este alto paso que no anticipé.
Por ejemplo cómo el balanceo de mis caderas
contrarresta el movimiento de mis dedos.
¿Quién sabía que habría tal orquestación?
Un cuerpo en concierto: ¡una ovación de pie!
Y cada paso otro encore,
Gritando delirantemente: "¡Más! ¡Más! ¡Más!"
Y de repente, el mundo es nuevo.
Nunca lo he visto desde este punto de vista.
Me sorprende la diferencia que unas pulgadas pueden hacer
para cambiar la realidad que ahora crea yo
Y aunque mis pies están apretados como tocones
en estas bombas de tacón de aguja de seis pulgadas,
un testimonio que debo profesar;
Qué maravilloso es ser
un muchacho en un vestido.
Categories:
muchacho, beautiful, beauty, clothes, fashion,
Form: Burlesque
LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.
Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash in.
The navigater shot the course
over the main, visions of tapestry and lace
and all sorts of spices in his head.
Gold? Well--Sí, oro.
But he never dreamed.
The natives appeared naked and restless.
In scatted shades of blues and reds,
artists painted skirts on the girls,
long shirts on the old women,
loincloth on the men,
and a pearl studded gilded robe on the king.
Which Chris promptly stole.
His mistake was trying to hide it
from Isabella.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
muchacho, history, visionary, voyage,
Form: Free verse
--- Matamoros, Café Los Panchos
mid-1990's
The old panaderia (café y pan de dulce)
on dusty Calle Guerrero between Once y Diez
is noisy and hot.
Sipping their best café con leche
while eating my barra de pan
con rico coco tostado, I,
Americano viejo, watch Martin,
youthful mesero.
He passes among the tables.
Through the kitchen entrance,
I see another muchacho;
he is washing stacks of dishes.
The heat of this first day of May
radiates from grey cinder blocks,
reflects off the speckled tile floor,
soaks my guayabera-clad sides.
Martin, smiling, brings la cuenta.
He asks: "Hay algo mas
que podamos ofrecer?"*
[*hay algo mas que podamos
ofrecer" = is there anything else
we can offer]
Categories:
muchacho, culture, feelings, introspection, irony,
Form: Free verse
adios gringo
buenos dias muchacho
hastsa la vista
si signorita
gracia para sombrero
signore lo perdí
a rio grandé
cruzar sierra madré
voy a san miguel
san hosé, san juan
pedir san antonio
decir por favor
Enjoy the music here.
http://mike-martin.net/Intervention
Categories:
muchacho, hilarious, humor, humorous, spanish,
Form: Haiku
Hola mi niña preciosa
te escribo para decirte una sola cosa
que desde que te conocí
mi vida se ha vuelto mas hermosa
Ya pronto de mi lado te marcharas por un rato
y volveras a estar cara a cara con aquel muchacho
y cuando regreses qué me vas a decir?
el final tu lo dictas y yo con paciencia aguanto
Pero si te dijo todo esto es porque te extraño
el poder verte y tomarte de tu mano
y si lo que tienes con él no ha de vivir
dame una chansa y date la oportunidad a un amor sano
Creo por fin a ver encontrado la respuesta
cuando me preguntas cuanto te amo de manera tan directa
quizas esto nunca lo pude predecir
pues mi amor llega mas alla que cualquier cometa
Gracias por todos esos lindos momentos
por volver a despertar en mi estos sentimientos
por todas las veces que me hiciste reir
por permitirme ser parte de tu vida y pensamientos.
Categories:
muchacho, love, me, me,
Form: Rhyme
Incompetent bastards they were
They could never be trusted
You know why?
You really wanna know why?
It isn’t really that much of a bummer
It’s coz they were alive
And breathing things
Would do anything
And absolutely everything
To keep breathing
So you see why,
Ruby was his best friend?
Coz they had nothing to lose
They were already dead
Although alive to him
He knew there was no hope
He was surely condemned
Then he remembered something
It had been buried deep
Deep within the sections of his subconscious
The last words of that preacher
Yes, that preacher
The one that could not keep his mouth shut
The preacher’s child had been sick
Seriously sick to the bones
The preacher had no money
He was helpless
After much turmoil
He decided to go to muchacho
He decided to seek help from the devil.
Categories:
muchacho, life, loss, sad,
Form: Epic
There was always an assailant
Waiting around the corner
Paid millions of currency
To snuff the air out of his lungs
And to stop the beating of his heart
That was why
He’d always had ruby
The one and only
True friend
He’d ever had
She was so beautiful
More beautiful
Than any of her kind
So gentle was her touch
So mild was her feel
Truly she was always with him
She was his last hope
Last hope for love anyway
Did I forget to mention,
That ruby was and still is a pistol?
Infact she was on him now
Although, he couldn’t bend over to see her
Or feel her touch
He felt close to her
Now more than ever
He felt so safe
Safe and secure
She had gotten him
Out of more problems
Than his whole security team.
Categories:
muchacho, life, sad,
Form: Epic
And the second reason he laughed
The reason for his scornful laughter
Was that as soon as he breathed his last
His boys were gonna come in
And probably butcher her to death.
That was his way of life
The path he chose
He had no problems with it
He didn’t mind
Taking someone to hell with him
Maybe even God would be happy with her
And take it lightly on him
Coz there was no redemption
He knew that as soon as he kicked the bucket
God would send him straight to hell
The devil himself
Would personally welcome him
With open arms
And take him on a tour
Of the 13 chambers of hell
Not bad,
He thought to himself
For a man who had shown others
More than 13 cambers of his hell
But believe it or not
He was content
But not happy
Happiness was too far fetched
He was cursed
He was condemned
He couldn’t remember anytime
That he had been truly happy
He lived life on the edge
Continually testing the boundaries
Of God’s patience.
Categories:
muchacho, sad,
Form: Epic
Like a flash of light
85 years ran by
Gone with the wind they say
Gone with the wind they think
But it’s really like
Years gone by with turmoil and death
For the lord of gangsters
Lying face up
Waiting rather impatiently
For death to come whisk him away
This was his sad story
This was his lot
He laughed anytime
His personal nurse
Asked if he was fine
If he was ‘ok’
Why does he laugh you say?
Coz if she knew the horrors
He had inflicted on others
Including himself
She would probably
Point a pistol to his temple
And blow his brains out
Or maybe even take a knife
And cut him slowly
Till he begged for his life
Till she drained all his blood
And yes,
There were 8 million other ways
She could kill him
He kept laughing
She thought he was about to die
Categories:
muchacho, sad,
Form: Epic
keep on sharpening those crayolas to a fine
“veo un poco silueta de un hombre”
fine tip in with all the good intention to keep
“scaramouche, scaramouche, harás el fandango?”
them oh so sharp & presentable
“truenos y relámpagos - muy, muy aterradora me”
like there’s something more than human out there with a clipboard
“galileo, galileo”
strutting their stuff along the very edge of the surface of this here big fat rock ready to
”galileo, galileo”
grade you on your ability to be a good little whatever it is that you think you are.
“galileo figaro”
as if all the good behavior in the world is gonna get you some gold stars.
“magnifico-o-o-o”
tell us again how to restructure our lives accordingly.
“yo sólo soy un pobre muchacho que nadie me ama”
tell us again how to evaluate our own behavior
“el es sólo un pobre muchacho de una familia pobre”
using all the essential goodies to create a
“repuesto él su vida de esta monstruosidad”
better us---one of which said crayola box just might approve.
“easy come, easy go---¿me dejarás ir?”
Categories:
muchacho, life,
Form: Free verse