Vargas Poems | Examples

My heart is made of birds

My heart is made of birds
Singing for me ………… It’s about time,
For the raven to leave,

Sunrise is made of birds,
Singing in the dew shower,
                                           It’s about time
For the raven to leave,

The forest is singing just for me,
It’s about time
                      For the raven to go

Parlor Fresco

On the parlor wall, a canvas frame 
Adorned with whispers of a fascist game 
A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep 
The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep

A stenciled girl with eyes of distant gray 
A masquerade of innocence, in every way 
Her beauty is a snare, a trap to ensnare 
The unsuspecting heart, with promise and with care

But I see through the veneer, the artful disguise And in the darkness, I find my compromise

On the parlor wall, a perfect crime 
A '68 FBI wanted poster, faded design 
A lazy Vargas pinup spread her thighs 
But I see only the thrill of pale, painted lies

The Mona Lisa's smile, a ruse and a birth 
A masquerade of irony, dancing on moth- eaten earth She hides her truth, a promise kept from sight As I piss on the pyre, the charade takes flight

Vargas Pin Up Girls

Vargas pin up girls of the thirties
intrigued us, delighted us, incited us
then along came Barbie, reinforcing
that women are beautiful,
almost as delightful as the automobiles they sell

Beautiful Vision

I cannot tell if the woman is reaching for the crescent moon
Or letting the moon loose, back into the sky
My imagination needs nothing prettier to see tonight
She is a goddess, shaped like a Vargas queen.
The kind of model we saw half clad in the forties
It matters not what she is doing
I cannot take my eyes off her
She is the most beautiful vision in the sky tonight

Body, Soul, and Spirit

Happy birthday, Hanah Nicole, 
Human life will come to an end; 
So will the body and the soul, 
While the man's spirit will ascend. 

Topic: Birthday of Hanah Nicole Vargas (March 28)

I Blame That Twig Twiggy

We could have boobs in the 50’s and 60’s
We could have a nice round bottom.
We could be Vargas girls, on our way to being
Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield.

That all changed in the wave of a twig.
Twiggy.
Skinnier than most twigs actually.
Svelte on its way to starvation.

She became the “new it girl”, the new look.
Karen Carpenter had never felt so fat.
She developed anorexia, which killed her.
Musical genius, now dead.

I blame that twig – Twiggy
And her manager
And those so-called glamour girls.
I prefer Vargas girls any old day.

Heavenly Note

H-appy
A-uthor
N-icely
A-pplies
H-eavenly

N-ote
I-mplementing
C-omposition
O-f
L-itterateur's
E-uphoric

V-erse
A-s
R-egards
G-ive
A-crostic
S-weetness

Topic: Birthday of Hanah Nicole Vargas (March 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Regards In Acrostic Statement

M-arvelous
A-uthor's
R-egards
I-n
A-crostic

S-tatement
H-as
I-nspired
E-very
L-ife
A-s

V-erse
A-bout
R-ighteousness
G-ladly
A-pplies
S-weetness

Topic: Birthday of Maria Shiela M. Vargas (December 08) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Note In Acrostic

S-cribe
O-f
N-ote
I-n
A-crostic

V-ertically
A-pplies
R-apturous
G-reetings
A-nd
S-alutations

Topic: Birthday of Sonia Vargas (December 08) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Autumn

November!  When the auburn autumn leaves
retard the tinkling brooks of Vallombrosa,
and kitchen chimneys draw the old ones closer:                         
when timid fieldmice nestle in the eaves
and oaken chests give up our longer sleeves,                             
and finer fabrics cede the game to grosser:
we close John Grisham, open Vargas LLosa:
Orion rises, and Arcturus grieves.
But sometimes there’s a gracious interlude.
Though winter waits offstage with all its lines
word-perfect, still a kind of summer shines.
The breeze feels older now, of muted mood,
not so disposed to boast its vital signs, 
inclined to amble through the golden vines. 

Sonnet composed: 10 November 2019   

New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest 2019

Sponsored by Emile Pinet

As Reader Gazes At Scribe

T-he
R-esponder
I-s
S-eeing
H-ow
A-crostic

A-bout
N-ame
N-icely
E-mploys

V-erse
A-s
R-eader
G-azes
A-t
S-cribe

Topic: Birthday of Trisha Anne Vargas (May 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Heaven At Night

H-eaven
A-t
N-ight
A-ppears
H-aving
N-atural
I-lluminate
C-olor
O-f
L-ight
E-ven

V-iews
A-re
R-eally 
G-lowing
A-long
S-tars

Topic: Birthday of Hanah Nicole Vargas (March 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Born

We were born to offer
each other our own plates 
of suffering wounds.
No poultice will do.

Crying is out. Marriage also out-
each with our own insecurities and stubbornness -
two mules going down the same narrow path.

Money weighs heavily like bricks
in your jean pockets 
so you must throw it in the air
and see where it lands.

Your home looks like Circus Vargas
equipped with a pretty girl spinning plates,
clowns making balloon animals,
and two acrobats teetering above
on a thin wire without a net.

I protest as loudly and as often
as wailing babies prevalent
in the bloody air of a local park
in Peoria, Arizona.

Dawn In Twinkle

E-arly
D-awn
I-n
T-winkle
H-as

V-ivid
A-spect
R-elieving
G-rayness
A-nd
S-hadow

Topic: Birthday of Edith Vargas (September 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Radiant Gleam

M-orning 
A-nd 
R-ays 
S-weep 
H-aze 
A-s 

V-iew 
A-nd 
R-adiant 
G-leam 
A-ppear 
S-ilently 

Topic: Birthday of Marsha Vargas (June 15) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

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