"cisco" poems
****** Colombiana
Dressed in red
Her name was Ana
Leaned in close
She named her price
Expensive taste
Aim to entice
Desperado, El Caballero
Like Cisco Kid
The hall was narrow
Was on her knees
Always prayed
In his pocket
Underpaid
En Colombia la vida loca
Slowly reached
Her skin like mocha
A forty-five
To Ana’s head
Mucho dinero
****** dead
Mar 2, 2010
Mar 2, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC
Cómo has cambiado, pelona,
cisco de carbonería.
Te has vuelto una negra mona
con tanta huachafería.
Te cambiaste las chancletas
por zapatos taco aguja,
y tu cabeza de bruja
la amarraste con peinetas.
Por no engordar sigues dietas
y estás flaca y hocicona.
Imitando a tu patrona
has aprendido a fumar.
Hasta en el modo de andar
cómo has cambiado, pelona.
Usas reloj de pulsera
y no sabes ver la hora.
Cuando un ***** te enamora
le tiras con la cartera.
¡Qué...! ¿También usas polvera?
permite que me sonría
¿Qué polvos se pone usía?:
¿ocre? ¿rosado? ¿rachel?
o le pones a tu piel
cisco de carbonería.
Te pintaste hasta el meñique
porque un blanco te miró
«¡Francica, botá frifró
que son comé venarique...!»
Perdona que te critique,
y si me río, perdona.
Antes eras tan pintona
con tu traje de percala
y hoy, por dártela de mala
te has vuelto una negra mona.
Deja ese estilo bellaco,
vuelve a ser la misma de antes.
Menos polvos, menos guantes,
menos humo de tabaco.
Vuelve con tu ***** flaco
que te adora todavía
Y si no, la policía
te va a llevar de la jeta
por dártela de coqueta
con tanta huachafería.
2.3k
Eye sore at Cisco
the weight of the World veers unwaveringly.
Careless whispers prevaricate,
what was strong
now senses its own weightlessness,
floating on, circles loosen,
traces of people deep in our recesses
slip through the minds flotsam.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
I have hair on my legs that I need to get rid of.
But before that I also need to fall in love.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Today, December 23rd, another Christmas nears.
I try to keep tradition up while holding back my tears.
I know I have been blessed for all the many years
of love and joy and family and times we had to share.
The presents wrapped, the tree is lit, the wreath upon the door,
but pondering all the Christmases past and tears begin to fall.
This Christmas will be different,
for some very special loved ones have received God's final call.
Then I dry my tears and say a special prayer.
Dear God, my gift to you is that soul I loved so dear.
I thank you for their life and love
I was so blessed to share.
Now all that I can ask of you is to keep them in your care!
I also want to offer you my each and every tear.
Now I promise to make Christmas joy for those I still have here
and put a smile upon their face while we have time to share.
Amen
Patricia L. Cisco. 12/23/2016.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/december-23rd
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
*Jonquil rain bar approach , delta method
time beau stargazer in earnest
Fine line arcadian pest derecho , pinpoint
waiver unit substitution Jericho
Albamarle sinister unit torrid recuser perpetuity
cisco propulsion Easter wig nam propulsion
Archangel rock deliver jetsam
Harold ****** sonic shift mercury wind bag space
candidate turquoise nine beam analyzer Sinbad nine
Winder ground archer nine sound pet neighbor tyrant
dime loser terrier loose figment stroller ten nimbus*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
It's no fable.
During the forties, who didn't admire Clark Gable?
With the common sense of Rhett Butler.
For instant.
Who didn't want to be Cary Grant?
In Affair to Remember.
Admiring and loving a woman forever.
Who doesn't know a shy man like Gary Cooper?
Who came across as a true trooper?
Who stood his ground in High Noon?
And what man didn't burn for Elizabeth Taylor?
With the beauty to make them roar like the MGM lion.
Or is it only me.
Maybe, I'm just living a Hollywood's dream.
Thinking of things I wanted to be.
Lights, Action, Camera.
Is all I use to remember.
When I was pretending be Tyrone Power.
Maybe I was Sean Connery.
Doing all the secret agents type things.
Maybe I'm the Lone Ranger or the Cisco Kid.
Out to do justice for those in need.
These are the things that fantasies do.
When you realize pretending is better than a toy.
Which has been replaced by computers.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
There are so many that has left that will be really missed on here.
Like Kim Johanna Baker, I have not seen Bradon Nagley in a while'
God has used them and their poetry to show hope on here to others.
There are more that have Left , I miss Vicki as well she is another.
So many Gifted Poets whom worked hard at showing others Hope here.
Through their keep on pushing through in their Life and Poetry.
Still there are others that are still here sharing their poetry and caring.
I just want you all like Kristy, Pradip, Ryn,Tapiwa,H-B,Rose, Walter, Alyssa.
Valsa,Kikodinho,Jen,Logasn, Ben,Cisco,Timur,Kasidee, J Kleins, Traveler.
Wendy,Wordvango, Timothy, Marian,and many more Powerful Poets.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
There's a tale that is told
In the night Yukon cold
Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew
The truth as it's known
Is a legend that's grown
And the truth is known by very few
It's twenty years on
The Malamutes gone
There's nobody left from that night
But there's talk of some gold
That sometimes is told
Of what happened just after the fight
There is word of a bar
"The New Yukon Star"
And a fellow down there who can play
The place it is grand
The best in the land
And it's found down by Old Frisco Bay
Now, remember the poke
Of McGrew's the tale spoke
And what happened when Dan was now dead
From his neck it was freed
And the poke held the deed
To Dangerous Dan's claim it was said
When the Northern lights glow
Bringing life to the snow
They say that old Dan walks again
But twenty years past
Dan took that breath, yes, his last
And left the world of mortal men
Now, the saloon down in Frisco
With a barkeep named Cisco
Had a picture of Dan on the wall
They say that his ghost
Makes it smile when you toast
Dan McGrew when it is last call
A traveller came
And remembered Dan's name
One night as he sat with his drink
The piano was loud
And he saw through the crowd
A face, which made the man think
He once was a cop
And on occasion did stop
At the bar when Dan McGrew died
He looked at the face
But wasn't sure of the place
That he knew it, but **** boys he tried
There's a place saved in hell
For those under the spell
Of those who cheated out old Dan McGrew
In the stories it's told
how his poke with his gold
Was stolen by someone he knew
Think of the name
Of the one living with shame
From Dan's last night beneath the north star
Just who could build
A place always filled
A hotel and a popular bar
There on the stair
With long silvery hair
Through cigar smoke that made the air blue
Was the girl who once danced
And had Dan entranced
The girl known only as Lou
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
flood my ports with frames:
network with no spanning tree,
broadcast endlessly.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 6:34 PM UTC
a tank of blither is Cisco
but in the river
and now even bigger
that awe a ******
with her darling croup
in the Hebrides
whereby Minch is ****
but wire took a crimp
that beltway cries heard her snide remark
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
San Fran Cisco
He bought me a rose and crescent moon
30 minutes just to climb up the tower and never fell
Never felt warm arms tightly, like yours
Bought me a crystal ball
I ****** you harder than anyone
I felt you better in my heart, well I can't remember the past any longer
We and I think about and...
And I think about me and...
You baby..
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
<>
/ ( o ) ( o ) \
########
hey Pancho !
Where's Cisco ?
//
And
Can you tell me
Of the peace
You bring to the world (?)
)(
I was borne on the Brooklyn Bridge
son of an angel and the dragon queen
;:;:;
Myth of myths !
( Every Story is revealed )
Every CHILD comes to SAVE
(•)
nation on fire
Nation on fire in a world in flames !
###
oh
Enough of that
Tell me again what you said to your
Boyfriend
After he pulled his thumb out of
Your *** !
( the REAL POETRY !!!!!! )
••
I used to think
HERE AM I IN SAN FRANCISCO
GUARDING THE WEST COAST
WHILE BOB DYLAN IS IN NYC
GUARDING THE EAST COAST
AMERICA !
YOU ARE SAFE !!!!
••
After all the symbolisms are used up
Only REALITY remains
And there I am
With my hands in my pockets walking along
.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
Fredericks
was a tall kid
who lived opposite
the school.
He had black
straight hair
parted like ******
but without
the moustache.
We weren't friends
just acquaintances
who shared gossip
or new items
or swapped
cigarette cards
of footballers
or movie stars.
One day
he stopped me
outside school.
Hey Coles
you know girls
don't have thingys.
Thingys?
I said.
Yes you know
thingys to *** from.
Kids were passing
going into school
some hung outside
waiting for the bell.
Why not?
Don't know
he said.
How'd you know?
I asked.
He looked back
at his house.
My big brother
has this pin-up
on the door
inside his wardrobe
some **** dame
he said.
How comes
they don't have one?
How do I know
he said.
Maybe it
got a disease
had to have it
taken off
I said.
He didn't
look convinced
don't think so
Coles
he said.
What they
got then?
He shrugged
his shoulders
nothing
just a big bush
he said.
I nodded
looked back
at the school.
You watch
Gunsmoke
with James Arness
last night?
he said.
Yes it was good
I said
but don't think
he's as fast
as Wyatt Earp.
No guess not
or as flashy
as the Cisco Kid
Fredericks said.
A prefect rang
a hand bell
standing on the top
of the outside stairs.
Best go
I said.
Yeah
I might ask
Finn about
the girl's thingy
Fredericks said.
Yeah do that
I said.
He went up
the stairs
two at a time.
I followed
walking slow
that was
something new
I didn't know.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Choi, Cho (Russian Church Cisco)
Russia and Bling. Greece 21 years
ago in Greece, California and
United States. Robert L. Olive oil?
we have friends America, Kenya.
1 every morning will give you a
********** each the walls and the
walls (1) of Gaul, the inner rooms.
Georgian Georgian English too.
especially Webizz. Easy to use.
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dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark,
dark. In Kenya, east the Germans,
Greece walls and walls Walla
Walla. Eritrea, American Academy
Awberjin Books, Burlington District.
simple lady Arzhaiana Simple -
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC