Soy Poems - Poems about Soy

Why insensibly annoy The three-year-old boy With tales about Ancient Troy That does gaiety destroy, When you can his vivacity buoy With some blue-eyed toy Or a much sweetened soy That heightens a child’s joy; Or before him act a decoy Or some crazy song employ About a girl unprofitably coy The Pure Gold, a sweetened soy Tales about Troy, The Alloy....

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I'm just an ordinary man, latin barking in south american way and i say : Soy loco por ti America, soy loco mis amores... Yes I'm crazy for love, but I don't have money in the bank, but I have relevant friends, and many without much importance, but they're people, and I'm crazy by people from all over the world... So i continue...

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Dark and salty Liquid enhancer for taste buds Oriental Asian Far East Exotic ancient flavor brew Spice up bland to grand Rice meats sea food soups and stews Soy sauce Just a dash More with a splash A dunk Mmmmmmmm good....

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Multituduos hands hold my legs, Some pulling here and some there. 'Come,work for us' the former said. While other chewed 'We'll pay you here well'. Hither to hence i know not, For i'm almost cracked like a nut. Whenever the festivals are here: Well,for those that care: (Even the large mas and newyear), They always want me there. For some to serve many, While other to...

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El conjunto plena... trio tumbao aguas buenas sueños arbolitos sueños de pino siempre unidos la fuerza de mi padre el sabor gitano de mi madre gritos del cacique tierra de mi gente Sangre de poeta Luz de mi sol Siempre en mi corazón Borinquen soy hoy y en las mañanas.....

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Soy sauce drains Into the white, clustered rice Stepped on… spills . . . Soy sauce taints The whiteness of the grain It slips out of my hands No use...no point in crying out in rage Though I was starving, I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page I'm hungry like a swine I wish I can earn back...

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Yo Soy Un Inmigrante Ilegal By Elton Camp Carlos knows to be here he has no legal right In Mexico, his family was in a desperate plight “To see my little children for daily food to cry. It tore and my heart and made me want to die.” “To do hard work I was completely able & willing. Lack of opportunity...

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