Sexta
Lá no Ame,
Fran reina
a semana,
cinco dias
de batalhas,
nas terras
da vida.
Na sexta,
o portão fecha,
o dever se engana,
em seus ombros,
o sábado anseia
por aparecer
Fran se liberta,
Veste a capa
da alegria,
aprecia seu pastel.
Fran,
Feliz Sexta, Sábado e Domingo
Sempre, mais e mais.
Sexta
Lá na Unicamp,
Emanuele reina
a semana,
cinco dias
de batalhas,
nas terras do saber.
Na sexta,
o portão fecha,
o dever se engana,
em seus ombros,
o sábado anseia
por aparecer
Emanuele
se liberta,
Veste a capa
da alegria,
aprecia seu pastel.
Final de semana,
é seu poema avanço,
Versos de liberdade,
rima da saudade.
Feliz Sexta, Sábado e Domingo
Sempre, mais e mais.
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 merchants there
Spend time at the Candela Shop Square
Spiced and decorated, colorful and unusual candles
Buy a pair of huaraches, traditional Mexican sandals
Time for a new peasant blouse and a shirt that says Chicana
We’ll lunch at the famous taquitos place and listen to some Mana
Olvera Street is in the oldest part of Downtown Los Angeles, California, USA
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Historic Monument. Historically, it abutted the original Chinatown, which was later removed to its modern location to make way for Union Station. There are 27 buildings of various ages still standing.
Los Angeles was founded in 1781 by Spanish pobladores, on a site southeast of today's Olvera Street near the Los Angeles River. They consisted of 11 families and were accompanied by a few Spanish soldiers. The new town was named El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora Reina de los Ángeles.
The rebel who came to town
In search of inner peace
She roams the American West
Specifically, the Texas Hill Country and South Plains
She keeps a journal of her adventures and fights
injustice where she finds it
With a revolver and her dead father's sawed-off
double-barreled shotgun!
Don’t let her smile fool ya, she’ll make ya crawl
If looks could kill, she’d burn a hole through y’all
She’s a fiery philly
Saloon owners aren’t silly
Cayote ugly’s bar none, warned don’t start a brawl
Met on deck at her fab watering hole
The kind who leaves ya a heartbroken soul
Stay clear, Reina's her name
If ya ain’t got no game
Ya see her gussied up courtin, cry troll!
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer
Mi amor, mi cuna, mi comienzo
En mi cuaderno diario
Cada día es tu día
Tú eres mi alma, mi pilar
Te aprecio todos los días
Y te amo mucho, mucho mi amor.
Mujer, mi amor, mi belleza
Tú me sorprendes todo el día
Tú ocupas el centro de mi vida
Tú eres mi princesa, mi amiga
Tú eres mi reina, mi envidia
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer
Mi oxígeno, mi bella dama.
Mujer, corazón de mi alma
La estrella de mi cielo y de mi vida
Tú eres la muñeca original, la mujer hermosa
Tú eres ella que se mueve, que empuja y que rema
¡Guau! Tú eres una mujer bien realizada
Mujer, dulce mujer, oh tierna mujer
Tú eres el sol que ilumina mi palma.
Mujer para mi, tú eres fundamental
Mi angelita, mi santa, tú eres muy especial
La vida no tiene sentido sin ti, sin tu sonrisa
Tú eres mi faro, mi amor, mi esperanza
Tú eres mi corazón, mi sueño, mi alma
¡Mujer, mujer, oh mujer misteriosa!
Traducción del poema de ‘Joyous Women’s Day’
Por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © marzo 2019, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
Sin nada,
prometo y deseo
sin nada,
la mano que busca su hueco
su espacio abierto,
así, reservado.
Mi sueño, sin nada
y lo sueño,
el lobo que se ha hecho cordero
y la niña lo ama
olvidando a su madre,
yo sin nada.
Sin nada
comienzo y lo dejo,
respira nervioso el minuto que dejo
y lo dejo
por nada,
guardando en la mano
el tesoro del viento:
que el gigante me llame
la reina del bosque.
John 1:9 KJV (We confess our sins & He faithfully forgives, cleansing us from all unrighteousness)
I fell to my knees as the preacher prayed over me with a hand on my shoulder
and with one gentle touch he showed me God's monogram signature of old
as he gently exfoliated me, from my secret sins ;
Private eyes downcast I gazed at a memorized snapshot of a much younger me,
soaked to the skin by a crucifix in Santa Catalina/Spain
I was young, foolish, and perfused in pain
having lost both my parents I nearly went insane
He didn't rush me, he didn't judge me nor did he ask my name
As the sun went down by Plaza de la Reina, I felt my first authentic remorse
and for the first time in my life, I realized that God was in control of my life;
Falling across my soul like a lit feather followed by the sun,
He came into my heart and gave me the gift of discernment.
From that day forward I placed my trust in Him, and never looked back.
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Repent and Believe Jan 22, 2022
R-ight
E-xpression
I-n
N-atal
A-crostic
E-ntertains
J-ust
E-ndorsing
R-emarkable
C-onnotation
I-n
T-houghtful
O-pus
Topic: Birthday of Reina Ejercito (January 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-eader
E-njoys
I-nspiring
N-ote
A-s
E-xpression
J-ust
E-mploys
R-ighteous
C-omposition
I-n
T-imely
O-ccasion
Topic: Birthday of Reina Ejercito (January 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My Queen passes by the crowd
Yet no one sees her crown
She tucks it in her Curly hair
Unless no one’s around
It’s bejeweled with Diamonds, Pearls, and Emeralds
Pirate treasures from the deep
And underneath the crystal crown
Rests the face of the one unique
When I see her strolling through the streets
With a rapid sort of bop
I fling myself unto my knees
As if this Creature is a shock
Upon my knees forever I shall stay
Paying homage to her frame
For she is the one whom cannot be known
Yet I love her just the same
she's
reine
reina
regina
dipping my
tongue be
tween two
fingers in
a V shape
meaning
peace or
church
ill's
scissor
sign claim
ing victory
cutting hitler's
paper sieg
heil hand
and so
where
is the rock
that's needed
to play this child
ish game
as scissors
cut paper but
rock breaks the
scissor
and so oh
sorceress let
me sing a hymn
to
your
hymen
for god
save the
queen
R-ays
E-merge
I-n
N-ewness
A-s
E-arly
J-anuary
E-ndorses
R-adiant
C-larity
I-n
T-welfth
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Reina Ejercito (January 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Little Reina in the midst of a dream
Hands holding her cheeks like a beam
What’s in her thoughts, you wonder?
Can it be about lightning and thunder?
A serene expression is on her face
She’s enlightened and full of grace
May be dreaming what she’d be as a teen
Perhaps an actor on which she is keen
No chance of becoming an actor, says granny
Soon she would be doing roles of a nanny
Maybe she’d be a scientist says grandpa
What! Attending conferences to talk blah!
Then what would she’d be, pondered mummy
With all her teachers she is so chummy
Says daddy, it’s a perfect case for a politician
She can make money in crores from any mission
Reina awoke from slumber with a yawn
Said, she was dreaming about a big white swan
Who once lived in a castle as a handsome prince
When a magic spell cast him into a swan ever since.
END
One Sunday we went to this flower show
Some exotic varieties we got to know
We saw elaborate blossoms in every hue
Red, green, yellow, orange and blue
The ferns and foliage were beautifully displayed
Tastefully decorated creepers adorned an arcade
Dahlias in many colors surrounded an old tree
A bewitching sight to see, one would agree
The yellow Gazanias looked up at the sun
Rooted in their pots they were having some fun
The purple baugainvilleas, dressed like a queen
Inspired little Reina to gaze at the scene
The red and pink Carnetions popped their heads
The green grass-like leaves served as their beds
The red Kalanchoes bordered a pond
A white model of a crane appeared beyond
A concept bonsai park Ikebana stole the show
The stunted plants appeared never to grow
My wife got enthused at the brisk sale of potted plants
To satisfy her, I had to provide the grants
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