Salsa Poems - Poems about Salsa

Bob, the Cat

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

The Dance of Time

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

22 January 2022

The Dance

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

A Salsa Dance

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

Salsa

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

Chips and Salsa - Final Song Version

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

Chips and Salsa -- a Love Song

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,

Subway Salsa

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

Salsa Hot

Dipping them fingers

Licking those joys

No toys needed tonight

Even disco lights appear

From nowhere

To here

Spicy red

My Honey Makes Sweet Salsa

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

Hot Salsa

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

Homemade Salsa

Tomatoes fried whole till dark
                                             Peppers friend with them
  

The Salsa Dancer

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

Salsa

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

Salad Poetry and Salsa Dance

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-
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