San Juan Poems - Poems about San Juan

“Springtime” The dark days of winter have passed The snow gone at last. The cold, a memory forborne. As the Earth awakens Will the meadows turn green? Will the bluebirds sing? Will the mission bells ring? Will the cherry trees bloom? Will mankind repent, Make way for new dreams? Will she return to me? How I long to...

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Teddy Roosevelt carried a big stick Walking softly 'till he had to move quick He charged up San Juan Hill Thinking, 'Who'll foot the bill?' He made it into a Hollywood flick...

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En Mi Viejo San Juan!  *In My Old San Juan"              ~I Just Dreamt~ Of an old, delicious flame from Puerto Rico. Strutting in his own unique, Very sexy way.  Perfect hair, perfect suit. Oh, he was just stunning. Gliding, it seemed with his, tall and oh, so perfect body. His soft, dark skin too perfect  to describe. His lips, tastier than the best cotton...

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Colonnade of Spanish style here State's first time brick plaza seen near Sacred old bells chime loud most clear Knees, heads low bow Holy cemetery's so dear Saints rest, sleep now...

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Mission jewel seen near ocean's close shore. Place where white gulls fly and breaking waves roar. Tiled roofs, colonnades all make a fine tour. Show birds nesting Babies resting Priest are chanting, voices rising, they soar....

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Encuéntrame en mi suspiro del Viejo San Juan Llévame por la mano al camino de pierdas Deja que el sol dirija nuestro caminar . . . La espuma blanca que sube y trae sonrisas y lagrimas La protección de Sta. Bárbara El camino de adoquines al paseo del pasado La joya del mar y el brillar del azoque La parada de amor...

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Eyes and eyes and eyes- That is what I remember. The smiles, the embraces Of my brothers and sisters. Little friends, Trailing behind, walking In my footprints. Let our words lead them to you, Father. Grant these children lives blessed With your presence. A world, vastly different From my own- Nevertheless, a new home. There is a solution to sadness here- Its name is thanksgiving. Our cultures should learn From each...

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THE ISLANDS OF SAN JUAN - TIMESHARE [FOLKTALE] IN A PORTION, A SPELL IS CASTE. THE PEOPLE ARE CALLED NUGLUMMI. IN A TRANCE STATE, THEY EAT HONEY AND BEES ARE FORM FROM THEIR EYES. INSIGHTFULLY THEY BEGIN TO TRANSFORM THE TERRAIN AND ISLANDS FORMED FOR THE FREEDOM OF WOMAN AND MAN. THE PEOPLE OF THE SEA ARE FREE IN THE PUGET...

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San Juan The flowering trees The island breeze San Juan The raised cross walk We faint – we balk The narrow streets The salsa beats The swaying palm The driver’s calm The soft sand beach The natives speech The evening rains The food – plantains The fortress walls The wild bird calls The slower pace The warm embrace San Juan The humid air The sweat soaked hair The hotel noise The merchant’s ploys The taxi cost The getting lost San...

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