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Widow of Slain Ricardo

For full nine months forlorn widow,
Every nine hours by window;
Men watching their every shadow,
Still hoping for her Ricardo,
Who'd promised her Eldorado,
This doing in a Choice Meadow...

Now, The Incommunicado,
Gone her main source of Bravado
And Volunteering Troubadour,
To her a Buck she to him Doe,
Ricardo, not innocent, though...

Slain for vanishing with Grang's dough

Categories: ricardo, allusion, conflict, corruption, death,
Form: Rhyme

Sooner a Matador Than a Commodore

It was in Historic Forcados,
Where I’d first touched Pride of Barbados:
I’d run into A Talking Salvador 
Long arguing with Unshaken Ricardo,
Whose interest were in Stark Bravado,
His body partly building with Mamador …

Bravado-Loving and Preaching Ricardo 
Would sooner he became A Matador
Than A-Many-Times-Decorated Commodore,
This proclaiming in a corridor,
Where on display, besides Mamador,
Were nourishing-seeming tomato
And as nourishing-seeming

Categories: ricardo, courage, desire, image, judgement,
Form: Rhyme

Ricardo

There's no good reason to be an outlaw.
A world of rocks and hard barren ground.
I became evil, in an evil world.
A bringer of death, good men hated.
I need to end my outlaw days, reflect and pause.
My life spent in dusty towns, saloons and whore houses.
I'm left with nothing but weary travel,
And dirty clothes,  on

Categories: ricardo, introspection, life,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ricardo Eliecer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto

Ricardo Eliecer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto

Motherless at two weeks of age, sought her.
Within his heart and mind, imagined her.
Age ten, before life had hardly begun, 
He, whose talents his family did shun, 
Loved her, felt her.  She closed his eyes each night.
A boy arose to man with victim’s sight.  

Life, splashed with discord from

Categories: ricardo, history, life, people
Form: Rhyme

Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoato

"A poet goes in search of poetry
To Neruda poetry came to search him.
He knew not from where it sprung.
There were no voices, faces or words
Poetry touched the man without a face".

Surrounded by foreign language 
And alien culture, without literary community
He learnt what true loneliness was
Turning inward he wrote Residence of Earth.

He was in his true

Categories: ricardo, inspirationallove, poetry,
Form: Verse

Ricky Ricardo Kicked My ___

(This is a fictional poem)

I built a time machine and I went back to 1952.
Ricky Ricardo kicked my ___ after he sang Babalu.
I told him that his song sounded like a big piece of crap.
He cussed me out in Spanish and gave me a good slap.
He started beating on me until I hit the floor.
That

Categories: ricardo, funny, music, on writing
Form: I do not know?