Short Juan Poems
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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
milk breath gigolo
a tuxedo tom
cat with attitude
cat-walking down the alley
felines fuss and mew
conniving to capture this Don Juan
his wives roll their eyes
they know the game
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
Don Juan Baton Trump
Trump thinks he is a lover and also Juan;
Does like leading band carrying a baton;
In his sleep,
Still a creep,
And we have desired soon will be gone.
Jim Horn
He thought he was a Don Juan
But he was actually a Don Won’t
Women did not appreciate his wolf whistles or his philandering ways
He ended up alone most nights and weekends until the end of his days
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.
Form:
Don Juan In Saskatchewan
We had driven until the next new dawn,
We did find ourselves in Saskatchewan;
Lakes would love;
Mountains above;
Name of person driving was Don Juan.
James Don Juan Horn
If it was done by Juan,
Happened on an autobahn.
Feeling sad as I see
him leave. He took my
brother and sister. What
more can he take from me.
I have always tried to be
the best I could be. Sad, mad, are
words that remind me of him.
It seemed that he didn't care
but I guess it was meant to be.
It seemed too long but hey,
I'm over it. He left, ok!
Whatever he did was best
for him. He now has a new family.
Don't invite a statue to your party.
Don't mess with beings made of stone.
Frail mortals are much more hearty,
so keep safely to weak flesh and bone.
Don Juan, that notorious rake,
seduced ladies, we know, by the score.
No loaf would he let overbake.
He had no time for morals and law.
His wickedness led to perdition.
He took many a step too far.
He bet on his deathbed contrition,
which at last just fate would debar.
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day
Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez,
A magic elixir, always my morning mainstay
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day!
If I don’t have my coffee, someone will pay
No excuses, I do not care what anyone says,
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day
Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez.
Written August 12, 2022
[a triolet]
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 Juan
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 candy!
Wonderful memories of you,
Rodolfo from San Juan!
Memories that are quite randy!
August 14, 2019