"cancun" poems
Sittin’ on the beach, in Cancun
Suns overhead it, must be noon
Don’t really know ain't been to sleep
My souls on ice, I guess it’ll keep
My Costa’s are filtering out the sun
I seem to be suffering from too much fun
Only one cure, I need another drink
Maybe then my clouded brain can think
Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun
Bikini clad waitress, strolls the line
Cuba Libre please, don’t forget the lime
Swaying cheeks, a pleasure to see
Maybe later on, just her and me
I can’t wait, slowly follow to the bar
Panama hat and a Cuban Cigar
Strolling along, while I watch her sway
Can only imagine, if I had my way
Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun
Puffing smoke, we arrive at the bar
The bartender winks, I stuff a tip in her jar
Hands me my drink, I squeeze the lime
Having so much fun it’s bound to be a crime
Mexican girls and ******* tourists
Equal opportunity, hey! I’m no purist
Seeing the sights, and doing well
Summer beach, and I'm feeling swell
Yeah, summer beach, im'a feelin' swell
feelin' swell....
Aaaaaaarrrriiiiibaaaaa
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Started with gold-plated meals and religious heels
Felt like heaven was real
Then why I am in the mirror using conceal
Maldives By day
Belize when you say
In Madison Square
where you keep me boxed if I stray
For freedom, I have to start with “May,”
Mother stretched her hand to not get met
Countless reports stopped
after the first check
Your life can’t be in danger if you commute on private jets
Burberry shades when he’s most scary
So my trauma doesn’t connect
As soon as I finally collect from my war wounds, it’s turned into show tunes
Like, “ Where are all these hiding bathrooms, when you are out taking pics in Cancun?”
No matter how viral, there will be an audience that says,” I never a ran mile until my lifestyle went down the Nile.”
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
Every winter
our fish would migrate south.
Probably to Florida or Cancun
or any of those places where
grandparents live
and it's always warm.
Fish like it in warm places.
They would tap
the side of their fish bowl and mom
would grab a glass of water,
In they would jump.
Then, Mom would pour the fish
into a container,
put it in the mailbox,
and send it south.
House fish need this,
because they can't get out of their bowls.
It's like taking a dog for a walk.
River and lake and ocean fish just swim there.
When all of the fish get south,
they have a fish party,
where they eat gangsters and smugglers,
I think.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
"Atlantis is sinking" she says
As she takes another drag of her cigarette
It's July 27th, 2017
Cancun, Mexico
and her name is Esmeralda
"But everyone calls me Esme"
When she was younger
She would sit on the docks with her older sister and count up all
the cruise ships and fishing boats that lit up the edges of the bay and far beyond into the black abyss which would dematerialize into itself like
a dream half forgotten when
you're half awake
Now a days she sleeps with
the windows shut
and the drapes down
And never alone
Not as long as I'm here
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
I've booked my ticket like a Spring Break trip.
Cancun or Mazatlan, but this trip will be permanent -
An exciting prospect of new adventure,
Regret at what's to be left behind.
The date is circled upon the calendar
And does it ever race to hand.
My last grand adventure to plan,
To take part of before I hit the end.
There will be no more and
What once was will be lost.
I hear the sun shines there
But not in the traditional sense.
Say goodbye to the girls -
Tell them I love them -
And don't forget to pass word on to my brother.
Its sad I didn't get to see him again before I climbed aboard.
Worse things have happened and
I'll see him when he decides to visit.
No worries once he takes up permanent residence -
Sorry to ruin the great secret.
So, let's make the wheels turn
With the time that's left on the clock.
The sand in the hour glass is running short.
We've got time for one last game of Pictionary before I depart.
Let's act it up and act it out.
Let our actions resonate in screams and shouts.
So ket's do the best not to waste our time
As those last grains drop by and by.
Our actions speak as words,
And when all clocks finally stop,
Its towards the horizon that I will look,
Thinking of tomorrow as I board that box.
Just know that I will miss you so well.
Mom and Dad, even though I put you through hell,
All I wish is for you to be whole,
And even though I am off on my own,
Know that I leave behind my soul
So I will still be here even after I'm gone.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 1:59 AM UTC
Walking together along the shore,
Hand in hand, shoulders touching,
Waves splash across our feet,
And for a moment, this moment,
I have never been so much at peace.
The warm breeze fills my ear
Like your quick-hot breath,
And I taste the saltspray on my tongue
Like your comfortable moisture.
Where the water slides across the beach
It glows the color of your arms, your legs, your face,
While further up, the dry sand has the creamy, golden tone
Of your softer, hidden skin.
Look behind us here at how
The gray, relentless sea removes
The evidence that we have walked,
While in front of us,
The sands of Cancún curve away
Into a swollen orange late-day sun.
There is only now, my love,
Ahorita.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
#Brown-tanned, and muscular
he leans against the wall at
Senior Frogs, down on the tip
of the Yucatan, at the edge
of Cancun.
She is mad-- the rich-girl,
college hottie.. who takes
the time out from her dancing
somewhere near the front of
the stage, and sultries over
with her best instagram-sashay
she could put together.
"Everyone is looking at me but you"
Mhmm.. and take another chug of my Patrón.
*"What. You think you're too good for me?
You've probably got old ***** anyways.."*
And in an instant, I ***** slap
the whining little butt-boy
she calls a boyfriend
and then
**** the ever-loving dogshit out of her
against the side of the stage--
the whole time, thinking about
how much more substance
a two-pump hit from a bottle of
Jergens and a quality **** vid
would bring me
As back against that old wall
I stand.. enjoying the show.
She is staring at me now
no doubt, she'll be bugging me
the whole rest of my trip.
Her friends come traipsing my way
because that's what friends do--
They become mesmerized..
and then fixated-- wanting to ****
the guy their friends want to ****
.
There is a Pharmacia on the corner
on my lone taxi ride back to the hotel.
Sergio pulls over, and I walk in...
*The Jergens is near the back--
right next to my favorite Patrón.*
#
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel
Looking to the castle, & Merlin's cave.
Or Bigbury beach, on the sea tractor.
Or hanging off a rock at Peak District
Or hanging off a tree in Holborough
Maybe further afield than England,
Coffee with her at Montmartre
Or hiking in the regions of Inca
And bathing in coves of Costa Rica
Or climbing pyramids of Cancun
A list of things to do once lockdown ends
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
"I live in a cacoon opposite of cancun"
Its right. I lie
Everything is wrong
Plain and Simple
This is all going to change
give it time
one day at a time.
Do what I can to stay alive
Emotionally
Im shattered and broken
But
All thats broken can be fixed
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 7:31 PM UTC
there will be no poetry tonight,
the sky is clear and if'n there be a moon
there will be light.
the traffic plays a base note tune,
the frost lands softly, a delight,
nothing sinks faster than a frozen balloon.
there will be light,
that shines into the lives of ruin,
gathered in packs, of two or three this night.
the tears that fall on this freezing night, collect in a heated spoon,
there will be a night light,
whereever the homeless sleep, entrances, streetlights of even the new moon,
there will be light,
snow by Sunday a boon,
for the ski hills and plowmen who,
have not made any money to go to Cancun,
but there will be no poetry tonight,
the dog is ill and there is no clue in,
the stars as to what is wrong, but there will be light.
©DWE012014
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
See Found Poems but these are my favourite.
1. without some for you
and your music
and also had pasta
2. 7 mm,
one of the major cities,
you
3. search process
which look, it recognizes us
and what is the function ?
4. bread, espressos
:any
isolated
5. of all conferences
and finish eyes gazing
into Cancun East
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
I thought of you in Paris
and remembered
you in Zurich
I was reminded of
you in Moscow
and I could not forget
you in Cancun
My memories were of you when I went back
to New Orleans
and Tampa Bay
I continue thinking of you
in Dallas and LA.
-R.
(16)
-LA
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
Sounds swarming
But quite alarming
College babes
Like___ Slimfast
Drink___ fast
Loves never last
Dorming ****
X box Assassin Creed
Video gifts Elfering
Twitter featuring
The Rattlesnake
*********
My sweet
surrender
Sangria
stuttering
Big mistake
The sangria
Clever mastering
The place was
bugged
That Drunk
No comedy act
Ben Stiller
All Gigs **** her
GIF ruff stuff
Gold digger bluff
Hangover cliff
Her bedroom eyes
Tonight the
Holy water
I phone Maria
Sangria suits him
Just the ring fighter
Ratfinks website
White being
creamed
Drink Kahlia
I won't
My dream drink
Sangria
Saint
My love, you ain't
He is singing
Maria
Strong hangover
with mudpack
Malaria
Drink playmate
All geared up
Generous Gina
Montezuma revenge
The Saint lounge
Competition
How she flaunts
her drinks inferior
Writing a poem
missing
some fonts
((His Tatoo))
the bomb drinker
Pineapple chunks
Bayou
water ripe ripples
Leftover drunks
Mon Cheri *******
Acting like a Saint
Terri spiritual Rumi
The drink scruples
relationship
sandstorm
Riders of
Morrisons
Heirs of beer
At the dorm
The ((Psychic Alarm))
Your drink woke
you up
****** humor
potential
Sangria
Someone was singing
I just met a girl
named Maria
((Harry Potter Hogwarts))
San Antonio
Met Maria
What a belly wash
Drinking up
Alcoholic Darts
Sanguine
Difficulty
pregnancy
Two lovers
liking Maria
Optimistic
Smoothing in
Sangria
He has
a Margarita____*
Mexican
Cancun
Margaret
upbeat
down to her
last drink
Sangria tank
Egyptian Army
buddy drinking
Like a
sandbank
Computer
Clickbank
Lions and coins
sandblasting
Morons
multitasking
Bermuda sounds
Sandpipers
And globetrotters
My Saint
of Sangria
Barcelona
Goddess
On her drenched
Sangria
mattress
She could
have done
his Bio
((That SanAntonio))
((Hostess)) Gia
Lollobrigida
Tony was singing
out to Maria
Her wings
of liquor
The Saint moves
quicker_______
Cabaret stripper
Natalie let me
entertain you
Surprise the
sanitarians
Flipping homes
Drinking up
Their Sangria
My Saint
Bella
Mama Mia
You arrived invite
your friends
No Maria______!!
Drinks on me
Schools out
But Sangria
Stays in we party
Way out
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Stop cleaning up around me
I cannot and I do not
I’ll sleep with her if you want me to
Me and fluid and machine
I’m not laughing aloud
Nina Nina Nina
Coming in but a lot of the same name
And madly
There’s a lot I can’t like
But I’ll have a better imagination window tomorrow
The ceiling flan blades tangle
And I am on a wave of symmetry
We are We are We are
Rebalancing Las Vegas
It’s a development from another evolutionist
And it’s currently alive
I’ll check back later to see if I
still love you
You visited the portable stage
How was the weather in Cancun?
Counterarguments with the same hundred girls
I noticed it anyway
I’m heading home with indebtedness
So therefore
You should at least punch me a call
I realized yesterday that
The public does not exist physically
It’s located within
Also we are photogrammetry
And strategically significant
As microbes
I’m talking in the studio
Mainly to become desensitized
Did you get that disability from extreme passion?
Or did you get that dispassion from extreme ability?
Thank you, Thank you
You’re stuck behind me now
This is another sentence and if you like anything in particular
You need me
This evening I think you actually got my hopes up
When you said everything was up and running
When I supposed what you ultimately wanted was
Everything
Did I have this “Everything” to give?
To hear you slurping everything from suspension
I think the craziest messages just talk
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 1:41 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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Fashionable Death Cults Then and Now
After the June 1941 German invasion of the Soviet Union and Einsatzgruppe mass shootings of civilians, the Nazis experimented with gas vans for mass killing…
-Gassing Operations | Holocaust Encyclopedia (ushmm.org)
Dozens of migrants were found dead in an abandoned big rig in San Antonio on Monday in what appears to be the deadliest human smuggling case in modern U.S. history.
-At least 50 migrants found dead inside a truck in San Antonio, officials say (cnbc.com)
We have our death vans too, not well-organized
But rolling down the American road
Unseen by our leaders in their personal jets
Flying to Frisco or maybe Cancun
Bombings and shootings on the street and in church
Job lots in hospitals, by the dozens in schools
For we too specialize in genocide
And may Moloch and Herod bless our AR-15s
If any children survive, we’ll call them Generation Something
And tell them each day how inadequate they are
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:05 PM UTC
*A stunning blue illusion with India yellow , crescent Moon , most assuredly the view from the Pyrenees in Spain , or possibly the beaches of Cancun
The 'Evening star' reflects her glory from snow covered Alps back
to enchanted celestial friends , but tonight it's back to factory boots , safety glasses and ear plugs , eyeing the clock for fifteen minute breaks , moving plate
steel down the line on concrete 'killing floors' for that Friday paycheck*
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
It is I
The dude whom does not like to talk
It is I
The dude the hates conversation, just for the talk
It is I
The guy, hermit-like, but still has seen some of the World. I just don't talk.
Am I there? Am I there?
New York, Cancun, Vegas, Virginia
Am I there?
Am I there.
Just in my head, they don't see me they don't know me am I in my head?
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
I want to go back to Cancun
with my feet gliding
across the cool white sand
and the salty ocean water
cleaning my wounds and shoving itself
down my throat
When it was pouring at 4 am
and we stood in the hut
watching the turtles lay their eggs
as the gods cried in pain
I want to be that young and carefree
when I wouldn't notice my weight
the number of friends I had
and my whole life wouldn't rest on one letter
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
The one on her left wrist
reminds her of a family member
now long gone.
On her right forearm
a flower, because she liked how it looked.
On the back of her neck
a gecko she got in Cancun
and on her left thigh, one she'd rather forget.
None add her up or subtract
who she was or who she is.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
During the winter weeks
everything looks bleak
so I can hardly speak
looking to out-sleep
this subzero streak
of record lows
and checkered toes
from blizzard blows
the geese all go
but I stall froze
in this tundra tunnel
where the water breaks
must be signs of the shovel
and all it takes
to obfuscate
my massive lake's
frozen fate
and the cozen gate
for that chosen date.
I need to erase these bland hues
for leaves to sprout brand new
to brighten my ****** view
like I'm living in Cancun
chilling at Chichen Itza
chowing on chicken pizza
staring at the colorful sky
under which I never hide
but those are just colors in my mind
looking at the bleakness and the grime
I'm weakened by this time
I need to stay alive
to see the days get wide
and colors collide
releasing me from the darkness fog
so I won't be a heartless sod
after people start to dodge
my evil dark flaws.
Once the clouds split
they'll give me a gift
removing the ****
that makes me slip
on the ice all around me
covering the water in which I'm drowning
when my virulent vision starts browning
erasing positive colors and mentality.
This world will be less neutral
after my diffused old
infused soul
find renewal
in the sun's jewels
creating more vibrant colors
than the winter's covers
of black and white
with lack of light
and saddened sight
to mask what's right.
Once the sun brings back the day
I'll put down my gun and come out to play
but life isn't fun living this way.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I hope these words
Aren’t shared in vain
Like I hope you understand
Everything I’m sayin’
A woman’s body
Ain’t a man’s domain
And those who think it is
Should be ashamed
A woman’s body
Ain’t for the man’s taking
Just because his mind
Is soley on love making
Long before he finds out
What the hell is shaking
He should fall back
In case he’s mistaken
What is there about some men
That makes them assume,
They’re entitled to
What’s in a woman’s womb?
Because too much in a rush
Might be a little too soon
And that applies to Alaska
All the way to Cancun
Now’s the time to bring
This lecture to an end
Hopefully the men
Will comprehend
They’ve got to invest
To get a dividend
But they have to wait
Until the woman says when
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
You start out with a fantastic plan, then get distracted by teenage lust. You fall into young adulthood and end up with a little you. Your college fund is now your mortgage payment. A minivan just replaced your 2 door coupe and your sweetheart isn't a beauty queen anymore. !2 hour days are your normal routine and your money just doesn't seem to go as far as you thought. Your spring break to Cancun is the last taste of real freedom you had, but you wish you could remember more of it. Suddenly, your 30 and there are now 2 replicas of you. You get up one day and find that spandex in your pants is not a bad thing. The only exercise you seem to get is when you walk the dog that isn't anything you have bought. So you struggle to get back on track, but the rails keep slipping out from under your feet. Finally you enter a crisis that they say happens at midlife, but you think that your midlife was at 20. So at last things begin to make sense, just as you try to buy a coupe again, only to find that you are too wide to fit behind the wheel. All of these things are your fault, your kids and wife had no part in it. When you finally collapse from the exhaustion of all of this, you wake up and find it is only a dream. The tequila has worn off and you are once again 18. In 5 minuets you forget what you have learned, but somewhere in the back of your mind a road map has been drawn. The question is do you follow it or not.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
smallest voice in the room
your words quiver as they leave your tongue
everyone is speaking louder then me
with such bravado it shakes the very ground you walk on
and you just want to go home and get away from it all
it feels like you have to put on a show just to interact with people
and you can feel the weight, because you always feel like you need to pretend that everything's okay and that you're happy.
you used to be so brave wearing your heart on your sleeve and speaking your feelings when you were upset and now you're stuck at home afraid about what things could be.
worries are your Wednesday's, your Thursday's and your Friday's.
You wake up at 6 am just to start a new day of stress and no one ever even sees it.
Your needs are last on the list, and not just your basic needs like taking a **** or fresh water, your dreams, your desires and not just today and not just tomorrow, for the next eighteen years.
Some days you will break down and cry because it's just too much and other days you won't feel anything at all. It's just a reaction to stress you tell yourself as if it was perfectly normal to continually feel that way. You ignore the nagging feeling in your gut to get up and do something with your life when you see your friends in ivy league or having there honeymoon trip in Cancun
you put on a smile for family when they come over and see the baby tell them all excitedly about the new things he's doing even though they don't even know the half of it, and if you talk about it you know it will probably get taken the wrong way
Like you're not grateful to be a mother
Like it's not okay to be human sometimes and be upset or tired.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
i am left with the dust bunnies under my bed
Trying to figure out how to talk to the voices in my head
To get them to stop screaming
how can you be so understanding and still so continually misunderstood?
I am so exhausted trying to always explain myself to people who just dont get it
and giving to people who just take it for granted and never give back
I wish things were different, tangible, something broken I could mold with my hands and easily fix
But were lacking in essence, in basic need.. were struggling.
And I can't do anything but watch.
depression stirs awakening from its slumber
You get stressed you dont sleep and dont respond to messages for days
Shut off your phone
Isolate your family
Because even in a room full of people, you have never felt more alone.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
There once was a lad named Ted Cruz.
(A name he’d decided to use).
He’d rejected Latino-ness
In conducting his business.
An identity for which he had no use.
In the end, though, he remembered his roots.
So off to Cancun he did scoot.
And the warm bienvenido
Made him sure he’d succeed. Oh…
He’d forgotten his senatorial pursuit!
So he jumped on another jet plane
Leaving behind the pate and champaign.
But ‘twas another anomaly
He’d forgotten his family.
A perhaps un-erasable stain!
But his constituents would know that he cared
Even though he’d left his state unprepared.
His family was another slog.
Oh! He’d get them a little dog.
And with that his circle was finally squared!
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC