Short Mariachi Poems
Short Mariachi Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mariachi by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mariachi by length and keyword.
I think that I shall always fear
Mariachi with ice cold beer
Oompah-dazey
Drives me crazy
Igniting the sin in sincere
Flimflamming flighty fairyland
Hidden in hills, next to solid sand
Subterfuge for elves and king elf grand
Sought out by curious Mariachi band
The Supreme Court unites but Trump bites
How dare that Court grant Hispanics rights?
Mariachi bands
Will ruin Trump's plans
That 4th of July bash for White Knights!
If I had a boomerang, I would fly it out
It would hook faeries and sling them about.
They could ride it back to me and do a jig on my left hand.
My boomerang would be musical, joining a mariachi band.
Mariachi miracle the play inside my head
Find another pinnacle by writing words instead
Acting only joyful makes a wreck my wicked matron
Just following the orders of my most persistent patron
Don Quixote
De La Mancha
ending his quest
for the Code of Chivalry
must not die a silent death
along the golden road of Spain
witnessing a fiesta red Sunset
while the Mariachi windmills and
blue dragons sing and chant
A couple got married in the Winter Wonderland
For the reception they hired a mariachi band
They danced a Spanish jig,
Then left in a borrowed rig
Stiffing the poor caterer because the food was bland.
written December 23, 2021
Day of the dead mushroom tree
Around and around skulls looked at me
I feel their spirits have gone off to play
And yet they still creep me out today
Three skulls drawn on by a skilled hand
I hear the remnants of a mariachi band.
Day of the dead mushroom tree
Do not send grim reaper after me.
The man was in pink
Bent over the sink
Pink pants quite tight
Oh my what a sight!
His face a flush
Quite bright the blush
So loud the cough
Huff puff and scoff!
The people did wink
On the floor his mink
His Versace from Karachi
And hat like mariachi
Six more appeared
All similarly geared
Alas what a group
So very gay, this troupe!
Grandmother Cottonwood’s leaves glistened.
Shaking their silver sides against the breeze.
Glossy and pointedly sculpted, a few listened.
As her main twig rolled up his sleeve.
I had not seen a talking tree since Babes in Toyland.
Expected some marching and a mariachi band.
The woods were unnaturally quiet and stark still.
North wind providing a coldish autumn chill.
Aunt Gertie changed her home to unicorn land
The day our uncle ran off with a mariachi band
Unicorn paintings peer at you from every wall
A unicorn neighs when you use her bathroom stall
Is she a bit looney? My friend Dee asked one day.
Well what do you mean? I replied. In what way?
Dee then saw my kitchen, made up in giraffe.
Never mind, she said, with a snort and a laugh.
He was too eager to please, kind of a ninny
used up, discarded and walked on by many
a rug, a mat, he had shoe prints on his back
taking advantage of him was “our thing” said cousin Mac
How can you be too easy to please?
I did not understand.
Until I joined a mariachi band
We want everyone to like us
and we won’t go away
until you clap and cheer and give us accolades today
I stayed up past midnight on Halloween night
Wanted to see a particular sight
Watched in the shadows, until I finally I saw the truth
Day of the Dead meeting Halloween; her name was Ruth
She snatched the calendar out of Halloween’s hand.
Next thing I knew, I heard a mariachi band
Halloween giving way to Day of the Dead is interesting to watch
My intuitive familiar told me; I call him Odd Ted; he's a splotch.
What game is it? Squishy asked Tough Todd.
Tough Todd gave him a hate look, barely a nod.
It’s Poker! Hissed Nutsy, here is your hand.
Squishy could hear a loud Mariachi band.
Where is that band? He asked and got shushed by seven.
Talk again during the game, and we’ll send you to heaven!
He did not know they were so serious about their cards.
He threw his hand on the table and ran to join the go-lucky bards.
The Pale Mariachi
by FD F.D. Ravenskraft
He plays and delays
and he obeys the tunes that command
His ways. To lust only for it.
the guitars need attention
as the player mentions
that I dedicate his life to it
to only die alone in the slums of misery
without the pity of the world
my guitar is what you heard
singing with the songs of birds
I broke my mentality
in the smoke of mirrors
The Mariachi of a Pale Reflection
Who is he? They were asking in Montana, Bandicoot.
It was Mr. Electric Blue spider, and he was a beaut.
He kept creeping along, pretending he did not understand.
Besides, he was on his way to hear a Mariachi Band.
Seriously, do you know him? My neighbor asked me.
I thought she was too curious, we call her Widow Zee.
He’s an out-of-towner, a stranger, I said in my best voice.
I hear that he is a widow man, his deceased wife was Joyce.
Mariachi beats are unmistakably Mexican, sassy as salsa
Hot and spicy, the sombrero on the floor hops up and down
Carnival dance battle begins with the traditional janabe tapatio
Crowd marvels at the precision of the couple’s moves
Courtship unveiled as the dance progresses, he is pursuing
His efforts refused at first, her China Poblana dress flaring
Female dancer finally accepts his advances, her handsome man
He gives the crowd a happy wave, showing off his charro suit.