Pueblo Poems - Poems about Pueblo

...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 under......

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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 under......

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... weighty winds whirling tempestuous character ~ robin wings flutter (March Full Moon – Pueblo) ......

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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 Bo......

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...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 th......

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...Olvera Street It's where we're spending Mother’s Day Children run around La Calle, and play La placita de Olvera Street Family's coming, it’s where we’ll meet We’ll do some shopping with the mer......

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...To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door. The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore. We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late. The Grand is seen......

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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 Ea......

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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. ......

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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 r......

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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 part of the spirit of this......

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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, siem......

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...Emerging from the shadows of the mission’s broken wall, The moon falls on her shoulders like a ghostly silken shawl. She wears a chain of silver and abalone shells. Her eyes as bright as emeralds,......

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...I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes, Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day. Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa......

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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 Cr......

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