Short New Mexico Poems
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No one’s ever gone
until forgotten
Their memory etched
like words in stone
—canyons to remind
(Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)
A lady I know,
Out in New Mexico,
Befriended a calico dragon.
She used to haul him around
Old Santa Fe town,
In her convertible Ford station wagon
Form:
A Zuni who prays every day
Saw a cloud in the sky back in May
He yelled, "Do or die!"
Which made the cloud cry
And that's why its still raining today.
Feliz Navidad, carolers sing so fare
Smell of Tamales, Posole, red chile fill the air
Christmas eve, luminarias all a glow
Spirit and magic of Christmas in New Mexico
Time immortal, the master thief,
stealing tomorrow from the past
Abducting each moment, all life itself,
—today within its grasp
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
new mexico site
red blinking lights in the sky
government shut down
major cover up
a military secret
witnesses murdered
curiosity
did aliens land alive
we will never know
Long slender blades, sort of a cactus, kissing cousin to a palm tree
Indians years ago, used to make soap from it
On our ranch in New Mexico, we called it "Soap Weed"
Form:
Halfway to Tucumcari
the light began to wane
Halfway to Tucumcari
the guilt turned into blame
Halfway to Tucumcari
I heard that voice again
Halfway to Tucumcari
—running from the end
(Chama New Mexico: August, 2022)
We hung a rustler in San Francisco
Orneriest cuss you ever could know
He cursed us with a rave
He would haunt us from the grave
So we buried him in New Mexico
11-23-20
Contest : Make Me Laugh With Some Humor
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Some say that he was the "Robin Hood" for the poor in Old Mexico
Others say he was a tequila drinking horse thief, murderer to boot
One night on my great grand father's ranch in New Mexico, Villa stole their horses
Form:
I went to the market yesterday,
To buy some needed things;
Coffee and watermelon sorbet,
Pizza and buffalo wings;
Sugar, detergent, and shampoo,
And of course some chicken feed;
Couple of cans of Dinty Moore stew,
I hope that’s all I need!
Tirzah
Wife, Friend, Ally, Huron;
Daughter of Frank and Deann;
Lover of Horses, Family, and Steven;
Who Feels Desire, Love, and Passion;
Who Fears Loss, Rejection, and Disdain;
Who would like to see Egypt, Rome, and Australia;
Resident of Hondo, New Mexico
Conway
For lovers fighters and wild bronc riders
heres to the boys from new mexico
we have no trifles
we hang our balls upon the walls and shoot 'em down with rifles
when sex rare we'll rape a bear and sleep in dirty ditches
we'll show them texan boys we're some bad sons of god
up to my ankles in icy snow
the dogs wresting the shovel
and running away
the hood of my coat is slipping down over my eyes
my gloves are too big
I feel like a cranky cold five year old
who doesn't know enough to go in
snow after snow I'm sick of this
when's the next bus to New Mexico?
Form:
Does your mind have a second floor
that’s very seldom used
A place your thoughts can freely roam
safe from life’s abuse
One story up, your story forms,
its telling far below
The height of peace and solitude
—with space for you to grow
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
There a mountain in my rearview mirror
a magnet for my soul
Pulling on what’s only borrowed
its lease to keep me whole
There’s a mountain in my rearview mirror
calling out my name
Its winds have blown my heart to rest
—which time cannot reclaim
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
Elfish eyes
Airplane goggles
Sky turtles
New Mexico
Incas Mayans
Peru’s Stonehenge
Archeologists
Extraterrestrials
World grid
Alien airports
Mythology
Alien artifacts
Giants’ skeletons
New Mexico
Power caves
Atlantis
Bermuda triangle
Vortex
Wormhole
Elfish eyes
Blinking space ships
Time is the mask that all memories wear,
as feelings age within
Time is the bridge where eternity walks,
each footstep to begin
Time is a voice spoken only inside
where denial cannot hear
Time is the measure of what’s yet to come
—in moments far and near
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
New Mexico, Is a poor state
Has the highest number of low income families
In the good ole USA
Children wonder if there will be
A next meal...
Will mom have the money?
Will the neighbors help?
Little bellies growl
Weakness is a constant
Anemia, infection can over take
The frail small bodies
Will the neighbors help?
There's beauty in the smallest pearl--
the darkest grain of sand--
the cry of eagle and of lark--
the curve of sea and land--
I have seen it in the human heart --
within it, folded down:
beauty --deep as could be hid--
the Pearl Diver found.
JVB 2006
Pine Hill Navajo Indian Reservation, New Mexico
When amorous Joe, from New Mexico,
Trudged in deep snow, to collect mistletoe.
Now it was not to be,
When Joe fell from the tree.
Where his ardour was cooled, by freezing snow.
11 / 28 / 2022.
For the contest Funny Christmas Limericks.
Sponsor. Tania Kitchin.
Howmanysyllables.com
Rhymezone.
The most famous chile in the world comes from New Mexico
Red chile or green chile? and during Christmas it's a special time
You see if you can't decide which when asked red or green? Say both!
We eat chile on everything here, to not do so is a crime
Red or green Christmas chile on everything, New Mexico natives are one of a kind!
12/18/2021
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I'd like to try New Mexico
I'm into the heat and sandy colors
bright blue sky rocks and
heat
I need to bake my bones
and see some new illusions
baked red and brown rocks
miles of distant winding nothing
breaking into mountians
I want that inky black western sky
and the scent of sage under the air
a coyote growling close by
a cactus flower
Visit New Mexico,
she says... diamond cut sea
colored skies, a white
bursting. Sparkles. Reach
for these silver crests; gather-
birds soaring. Enspheres.
Orange tincture of
the peels loosening.Cruer
trickling down your
hands shaped like these peeled
spectral trees. Edges. Claws, clenched.
Titian dresses
the denuded bark:
sunlit ornaments. Deserts.
Bloodshot cast wings. Clots.
Excitement built up,
riding the hot air balloon
with my two daughters.
Turned to fear for falling fast,
bounced on the ground, and then dragged.
The frightening ride
happened in New Mexico
sixteen years ago,
did not dampen my spirit
for riding another one.
Felt no excitement
nervous from the prior ride,
calmly went for it.
Magic moment in the sky,
view of sunrise and balloons.