Short Puerto Poems
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I’m a coqui frog from Puerto Rico.
Noisiest amphibian as you know.
I’m an inch long
With a mighty song.
My hundred decibel call scares a foe.
at the water's edge
tiny creatures seek refuge
warm sand inviting
written November 21, 2021
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
jumping for new friends
dolphins skim along surf's edge
chattering fun times
written November 18, 2021
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
orange and yellow
vivid hues predominate
in the tropic spring
anaranjado y amarillo
vividas tonalidades que predominan
la primavera tropical
4-4-2016
Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin,
let street lights pour
bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,
thin, thin,
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin
Donal Mahoney
When another year
Passes without getting
The striving results
Change totally life aspects
Future should improve someday
_______________
Nayda Ivette
11-24-2015
Puerto Rico
9:55 p.m.
Chaos In Puerto Rico
In Puerto Rico living conditions became crude;
Was without much water or enough for food;
We were bare to bone;
Out things were thrown;
All we had was Trump who us liked to delude.
Jim Horn
Let Tambourines Begin
Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin,
street lights pour
bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,
thin, thin,
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin
Donal Mahoney
Faces smiling, nodding politely
At words they don't seem
To understand,
Show me pictures,
Showing the richness of
A faraway distant land,
Multicoloured motor cars,
Brown apartments
Rising high in Puerto Rican skies.
Just beautiful
Puerto Princesa
My first time
Visit the charm
The breeze of the
Sulu Sea
In the bay walk
touches me
The blue sky
The blue sea
Reflected the beauty
of Palawan
Badjao Inn
Restaurant Hut
PPC, Rizal Avenue
a popsicle
a
moment
on
the
beach
we
never
had
Richard Burton
the iguana
Puerto Vallarta
we
never
had
a
drink
sitting
on the king and I
purple faced
dream
island
mime
retreat
a moment of calm,
………..meditating
ok
I spotted the gal laying on the beach
She was quite beautiful, just out of reach
So, stopping, I said hello
I noticed her instant glow
And, boy, did she turn out to be a peach.
written November 23, 2021
on the beach in Puerto Vallarta
Constance
Sarcastic, Mother, Loyal, Friend
Daughter of Mikal and Donna
Lover of writing, music, and moonlight
Who feels love, sadness, and hope
Who fears failure, flying roaches, and lonliness
Who would like to see Ireland, Puerto Rico, and Maine
Resident of Beaumont, Texas
Gilmore
The Bishop St. Paulinus of Nola
was also a writer
I'm wired
it's so admired.
There's one in Puerto
Rico exact same
as mine. Another
online says it's so
fine, we should
form an alliance
of all who claim
our common name,
and if you care
to place a bet,
I'll get to Nola,
Italy, YET.
I learned that a Brit will take offense if mistaken for an Australian,
and that Puerto Ricans take offense if mistaken for Mexican.
Canadians take offense if mistaken for American,
and Jamaicans take offense if mistaken for African.
Understandably, the great apes take offense when mistaken for human .
Power
Blue power
Atlantic oceans power
Impetus a million tons of water
Vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
Three hundred yards of sea
Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
Withering pounding and crushing
Waves a thousand mile voyage
Relentless night and day
Past millenniums
Millenniums to come
Power
blue power
atlantics oceans power
Impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
three hundred yards of sea
Iridescent rainbow in the bright sunlight
withering pounding and crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
Relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums to come
A misty sky hovers over the bay
Awaiting the Majestic Princess
Suddenly appearing on the horizon
Like a garganuan beast plowing
Through frothy watery furrows,
Eager shopkeepers making ready
For bargain hunters their wares
Expensive doodads for souvenirs.
written November 17, 2021
in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Shadowy figures reflected in the panes
Framed with aloe and bougainvilleas,
Unaware, they move furtively like spirits
Dancing in another dimension of space,
They whisper of happier times long ago
When they were young and I was not here.
written November 15, 2021
in a Puerto Vallarta restaurant
Cause:
my great grandma was "Hispanic" (Puerto Rican), my slight tan will put me in that cast of ugly characters, 'Crayola American's' to be shipped across the Mexican border, but I don't mind.
It's God's country. THE C.C.C.'s ~ Coffee Chocolate and Cocaine!
YYYEEEE HHHAAAAA!
Y'all come see us now ya hea?
Power
blue power
an oceans power
impetus a million tons of water
vast spray a haze of salty mist in the air
iridescent there rainbows in the bright sunlight
three hundred yards distant felt inertia of the sea
withering a pounding and a crushing
waves a thousand mile voyage
relentless night and day
past millenniums
millenniums
to come
My naked feet slipping into the sand
Toes wriggling like tiny crabs scurrying
To safety while the tide rocks relentlessly
And seagulls swoop down to feast.
written November 17, 2021
on the beach in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
HONORABLE MENTION
entered "Bite Size Poetry No. 28" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico
Have you survived the storm ?
The hurricanes the hurricanes
no mercy do they show.
We ask eternal question
what have we done wrong
Don't blame yourselves,it's no ones fault
Nor punishment from God
Time and unforeseen occurance
I've learned be falls us all.
Prayers are the saving hope
Prayers for our souls.
Couples chattering strange sounds
Languages I do not understand.
I see their meaning in their expressions
Laughter and tears say more than words,
Be careful not to make first impressions
A single instrument does not make a band
Remember Almond Joy looks like a Mounds.
written November 22, 2021
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Two young lovers on the beach unafraid
To hold hands, nuzzling intimately,
They are obviously very much in love
In their own world they are muy contento
In my country they would be ridiculed,
Threatened, perhaps beaten to death
Because they dare to be who they are.
written November 18, 2021
on the beach in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico