Salsa Poems - Poems about Salsa

Bob, the cat, lives in the room number 13 of the sixth avenue. He likes fish, rollercoaster, ice cream cones and Sunday papers. He's an artist. He's a painter. When people ask him about his latest work, he answers: "I'm painting the meaning of life. I'm coloring it black, but my inner self keeps telling me it's green." He...

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Salsa for Baroque To every song, Time dances Never seeming to stop. 22 January 2022...

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They danced the salsa all night An their dance moves were just right They didn’t win on the floor So, they headed for the door When they realized the slight oversight...

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The Opal stone, oh !.. too sensuous a salsa dance of sequins and beads. purple in passion and golden in love she brings the peace, the world needs. 24th June 2019 Sponsor Gregory R Barden Contest Arbitrium Divisa 2 Original reference poem and contest details Name Opalescent Dated 15th May 2019 Sponsor Line Gauthier's TiRIBUTE TO A...

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Ketchup is what we ate On almost any thing Father put it On his eggs And a friend Put it on ice cream Great on fries I always thought And I put it On my steaks Now how ever Times have changed As they Always do Salsa is now What they eat On all sorts ...

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Chips and Salsa (22 Feb 2019) Life could be better, but easily worse. Sometimes I feel blessed, other times cursed. As I get older, I look back and see— Life’s mostly better, when you are with me. Sometimes we argue, but don’t really fight. I know you love me, so it’s all right. You know I love you, so it’s plain to...

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Life could be better, but easily worse. Sometimes I feel blessed; other times cursed. As I get older, I look back and see— Life’s mostly better when you are with me Together we’re like… Chips and salsa, with some cilantro inside (Kinda spicy). Yeah, like chips and salsa, with guacamole one the side (Kinda feisty). We go together, obviously. I hope,...

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A subway musician with salsa-like beat In the sea of commuters, all surging, Made some do a double-take at such a treat, While out of the crowd was emerging… A couple who dropped both their bags and their coats To grasp shoulders and waists to start dancing. They swiveled their hips as if sowing their oats In a ballroom, their minds on...

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Dipping them fingers Licking those joys No toys needed tonight Even disco lights appear From nowhere To here Spicy red ...

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My “Honey” Makes “Sweet” Salsa. My “Honey” has a green thumb Her lovely garden, how it grows. It seems she gets a good return From every “penny” that she sows. Each summer about this time Her tomatoes start to blush As they start to “pile up” She’s in her kitchen, in a rush. She got this wonderful recipe From a preacher’s wife we know Of course she’s...

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Tantalizing touch, he manoeuvres her slender hips: A hot salsa dance...

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Tomatoes fried whole till dark Peppers friend with them ...

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Dipped to the beat of the music She brings flavor and spice to the floor She glitters and drips with excitement She shines with the glow of amor Her hips match the beat of the rhythm Her feet keep the count of the band Everyone stands back and watches At the moves between her and her man She smiles with every twirl She WOWS...

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How about salsa Dip for blue tortilla chip I make Great Salsa...

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salad poetry & salsa-dance …thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels are neither the husband of any wood nor the wife of any wood-apple...at the best ...they may be one page full of must-dos regarding keep- fit practice of...

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