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Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
not since nor silk.
Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was .

Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown.
Society clone. Rich ******* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback
construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation.
Pale skinned poser.
Gettin over.
Her daddy was a man of means.
Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans.
He loved the local **** to the tune of
Poppa was a rollin stone.

The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers .
Could not get hold of collective zippers.

Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron.
She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ?

Smokin hot and  smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll.                                                            ­       The Wages.
                                                                ­                           Just keeping it real.
                                                           ­                                                               Sl­ip sliding away.

Drove a Jalopy.
Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket.

                                                        ­                  Turn the century.
                                                                ­          Trench warfare.
Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit.  Great Grandma
was a show stopper. To the very end.
Retrospective on my great grandmother in Belize In the early nineteen hundreds. She was an extremely beautiful woman who was independent and bold in Colonial British Honduras. She was a ground breaker and fearless. Had wealth and lost it all. But remained strong.
Elena Jul 2016
Decir:
te extrañé  te quiero  chulo
no será suficiente

decir:
eres mar que inunda mis espacios
el beso del tiempo suspendido

no será suficiente

ser:
la musa azul  ******  la altar
y todas las demas musas
a su vez o por separado
no será suficiente

no importa cuanto lo ames
siempre tendrá una historia alterna donde sufra

nunca te enamores de un poeta
por más amor que des       provoques

tiene prohibida la palabra amor
esos putos no saben amar
                                   le dirán nada a tanto
                                                          *y tanto a sus putas
ausencias.
Este poema es obra de Buba Alarcón, poeta mexicana contemporánea.
Santiago May 2015
Se llama Blanca Novoa
La conoci un jueves
Fue mi amante mi pasado
La puse a un lado
Tenia un corazon sencillo
Estaba lista bien al tiro
Pienso mucho de mi hijo
Cuando lo miro, yo suspiro
Profundo, respiro auxilio
Mi ex novia, un dia fue mia
Me trato al cien, muy bien
Machin, sin fin los dos,
Felizes, pero el cielo triste
Me viste, despues te salistes,
Nunca supe de ti,
Me dejastes al olvido,
Bien ahogado y undido,
Solo pido, ver a mi jemelito
Chikito, el que carga mi
Pito con gran sonido,
Y mi wuebos colgando, volando te mando si sigues chingando, la neta dejame ver mi chamaco, hoy lo veras te aplaco y te trago como un taco, soy loco no naco, pinchi parajo opaco, regresame a mi nino santiago, lo extrano mucho pero ya es muy tarde, lo secuestraste, te lo llevastes y guardastes, para hirte bien lejos de mi, llevandote mi papi chulo, y despues darme una patada en el culo, me abandonaste, al suelo me tirastes, y me rebatastes mi vida, luego fuego me hechastes, y con lumbreme cuemastes, pero yo se que eres un angel, fuistes  dulce como miel siempre fiel, pero bien herida de los golpes de la vida, del mundo llenando tu corazon oscuro con lagrimas y dolor, tu sangre se lleno de ardor, y te convertistes en serpiente, no fuiste tu tenlo presente, perdiste, lo tengo en mente, eres buena pero al fin el mundo te tumbo a lo profundo rapido en segundos, nomas te pido a mi squinkle, para comprarle su favorito chickle, y darle de comer su gerber, cuidarlo en mis manos, estar con el todos mis anos, mi duele un chingo solo me chupastes mi energia, dejandome una gran herida, fui solo tu bebida, gatorade laid & paid tu emergency aid, me dejastes dormido sin energia, con tu saliva, tan viva, como una divina diva, me sentia bien arriba, pero mas adelante no encontraba salida, perdido escondido super prendido, dame lo que me pertenece, dios me bendicio con mi gallo damelo o sino te lo arrebato!!!
Mafe Oct 2012
"Esboços de rostos duvidosos.
Levanta o mestre:
- O amor é excêntrico, faz-nos exasperar a loucura, e infiltra-se em meio a alma pura,
faz gostosuras a cada menção!
Não faço-me incréu frente ao amor.
Ele é fronstispício judicante de nossos erros.
E nem a própria sorte o pode interrogar.
O amor é cego? Faceta da mentira.
O amor é ver demais, é demasiada plenitude.
O amor é predador praticante de cada força,
e nem em quinhentas poesias bardas, em resmas, poderão o definir.
O amor é um requerimento mútuo,
que pode ser negado ou negar-se, renegar-se, resgatar-se.
Resguarda-o, que ele é obtentor da sua obstinação.
Por obséquio resguarde-o com temor,
faz do veneno, pudor, encorajador, amante selador.
Não o deixa obumbrar o teu bater.
Aja de boa fé perante o amor, não banze-o demais,
procurando até ofegar.
Deixe que venha, deixe chegar.
O amor é canurdo de desejo,
carpir e resistir não te emancipará.
Chulo!
Deixa o amor florescer, sem temer,
arremessar suas fraquezas.
É chorado mas é valido, é gotejado de estranhezas.
Um estrangeiro nobre no território do teu estofo e frágil coração.
Mas o amor também é vidraça,
se não o cuidas, o tempo passa,
e cada trinca é o mais ínfimo da solidão."
Teresa Magaña Jan 2012
I don’t say,.. Honey..Baby..Papi Chulo..Carino or Mi amor,

Ok,...maybe when the lights are all off and all doors are closed

I don’t need to say I want you,..or that I need you

My actions
Behind closed doors
In our most intimate moments
Through a long but simple kiss
Should show all that you are and mean to me

Why do I need to say it?...When I’m openly displaying it

I know,..That I’ve put my heart shaped box in your hands..

And what?
Just because I share some sensitive depths of me, doesn’t mean that I’d let you hold my naked heart freely in those bare hands

No,...I will give you the little box
For you to hold
And on occasion
I will take the key, and open it up for some brief warmth

And that’s just me...
Knowing what I feel for a boy
All I know
Showing it with actions
Not always with words

And that’s how these silly boys that could have been
Moved on to the next
Because I didn’t say
I didn’t say and put into words what they should have felt and seen from me
That I had given them pieces of myself
Geovanni Alfaro Oct 2015
Tengo las piernas largas
Piso Montevideo pero no piso sus suelos
Sueño
Con los pajarros
Y ando por los cielos.

Tengo puesto
Huaraches
Por eso me llaman "El Indio Huarachudo"
Aunque yo solo se que soy
"El Indio mas Chulo."

Me duelen los brazos
De tanto cargarte
Mi espalada cansada esta
Todavia haci mis largas piernas tienen fuerzas
Y caminan sobre Montevideo
Y sobre El Monte Olimpo si quiero.
Kerstin Feb 2017
The rain is falling,
and the skies are gray
It’s beautiful
but that's not how it was
when we woke up.
This morning,
the sun was shining,
and we were smiling.
Then the rain came
and washed the smile right off my face.
The spider dreads,
the clouds are here,
and where we stand
Is blurred.
And I’m hiding.
The rain is falling.
My smile is gone,
and my eyes are crying.
because they all want you,
and I’m not with you.
The messages mean nothing,
What if it happens again.
Breakdown or not.
I’m scared to lose you.
My everything is you.
My papi, no one else’s
My chulo, no one else’s
Im real scared, that she’ll worm her way in
She’ll take you away, maybe i won’t even know
I’m begging, tell me I’m wrong, because i have fear
My heart is heavy
An anchor weighs me down
I’m supposed to be home,
But i feel kinda alone.
Because my home is with you.
Rui Serra Jul 2014
Na esquina da 44
com a 51

De relance.
A megera lança o
seu olhar

O chulo dá o sinal

O acto é consumado

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