Short Dulce Poems

a double parrilada
beef empanados
chimchurri chips
morcilla pudding
dulce de leche ice cream
provlone
cheese!...

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C-oolness
H-as
E-ndorsed
L-ucid
L-ight
E-rasing

D-arkness
U-ntil
L-onely
C-hill
E-xits

Topic: Birthday of Chelle V. Dulce (August 20) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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the wicker picnic
on a red gingham blanket —
dulce fruit draws ants

watermelon sliced —
summer pepo with black seeds
on white paper plates

6/22/2020
Summer Haiku's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Checked by: howmanysyllables.com...

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she
is loca
me
i'm loco

she 
is loca dulce
me
i'm locoer

she
is loca por el amor
me
i'm locoerer

she
is mi sueño loco de esperanza
me
i'm locoest

did
you
say
locusts

the eighth
plague and yet
i plague of allegiance
to the gag orders against her...

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take me back 
into the sixties
not eighteen but

nineteen 
sixties where
you weren't just

dulce you
we're toffee
needing chew

sucking
smothering by
tongue together

and then
the taking 
and the tasting

of your
carmilized
tree sap are you

sure
you aren't
a maple tree...

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Spread your cherries
be brave; when a man
calls you:
Do the right thing (but have your
Loaded 45 to hand)

Check first his credit;
Does he have lightship 
Standing?
Is he  a trader?…do terms
Apply?

As an inter-stellar prostitiute
Working for peace, you know
You will be protected

Do the right thing:
What else is there?
Let’s face it; you come
With the apartment.

Dulce est decorum est



(With apologies to Wilfred Owen)...

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You would think by now I know its vain
There was this time no anesthesia
Even though I was not immune to pain
Just the light dulce et gloria
And I was blind like Samson without the flame
I woke to winter and empty trees
Nothing to hide nakedness and shame
Except the chilly blanket of the breeze
I gave her a spade and told her plant
She made a sickle and a wreath
And I sang to it – still their sycophant
The gardener dreams while breathe....

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Their mangled and broken bodies
return home in flag draped caskets.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
while a band plays patriotic
hymns for their services rendered
and a choir to give them a voice.
If I may be so bold to say
that I see no sweetness in death
nor the acclaimed gloriousness
that lyrical poets have penned.
what I see is sugarcoated
rationale for warmongering
dolts. I see no glory in that.
Mortem est pretium bellum....

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Llegaste a mi
Cuando mas lo necesitaba 
Abrazastes mi alma
Con una sola mirada

Callaste mis labios
Con besos del alba
Vestistes mi cuerpo
Con caricias plenas
Atastes a mi cintura
Lazos de seda 

Y Ahi en medio
De tanto pavor
Dimos riendas sueltas
A la pasión

Amor prohibido
Tan lejano
Y a la vez, tan presente
Supo vencer al dolor

Amor que trajo con él
Una nueva illusion 
Dicen que el destino los ayudo
Pero fue el deseo de ser amado
Que aquel dulce recuerdo ató...

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