"durango" poems - Hello Poetry

Willets cull the seawall snapper on the grill rock ***** swoon in shallow lagoons long boats pass under quiet palm shade Plovers dance and flutter handrails frayed and torn graffiti spots at lovers rock frigate-birds fall from a high noon sun Thatched roof on a mud wall fish flags settle score anchors arch in front line march pillar cracks form under rust brown scars Elegant tern and grebe watchmen fall in cue children play on crested waves whimbrels and notchers perch above Tentaciones Striped pelícanos the bandits of the sea! merchants grow in steady flow siblings jostle in a tide cooled sand Heerman gull and boobie durango smoke in yurt boiler shrimp and puffer blimp castle buckets and scrapers under a dusk light cheroot Six pulls on a lead line painted toes in sand shearwater run in a rainbow sun the portly mexicano flaunts his tacos and wares Rooster house for swordfish bamboo shoots and sails broken shells and ocean swells rise on the perfect La Ropa bay

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Apr 14, 2017

Apr 14, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC

ck-baker

Sotavento

Willets cull the seawall snapper on the grill rock ***** swoon in shallow lagoons long boats pass under quiet palm shade Plovers dance and flutter handrails frayed and torn graffiti spots at lovers rock frigate-birds fall from a high noon sun Thatched roof on a mud wall fish flags settle score anchors arch in front line march pillar cracks form under rust brown scars Elegant tern and grebe watchmen fall in cue children play on crested waves whimbrels and notchers perch above Tentaciones Striped pelícanos the bandits of the sea! merchants grow in steady flow siblings jostle in a tide cooled sand Heerman gull and boobie durango smoke in yurt boiler shrimp and puffer blimp castle buckets and scrapers under a dusk light cheroot Six pulls on a lead line painted toes in sand shearwater run in a rainbow sun the portly mexicano flaunts his tacos and wares Rooster house for swordfish bamboo shoots and sails broken shells and ocean swells rise on the perfect La Ropa bay

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She met him south of the border in Durango, She was hot and boy could she fandango! She said at a glance "Señor like to dance?" “No”, he replied, “But I would love to tango!”

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC

Cne

Boy Could She Dance (Limerick)

She met him south of the border in Durango, She was hot and boy could she fandango! She said at a glance "Señor like to dance?" “No”, he replied, “But I would love to tango!”

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You, saying love You, shaman's road You, a bird You, a yellow sun You, Emperor You, lovely door You, my Walt Whitman You, Neal You, Sal Paradise You, Pancho Villa You, La Revolución Mexicana You, navajo You, the border You, the river You, chicana You, Mafia You, redemption You, poetry You, Salvador Dalí You, Picasso You, stereo You, love You, *** You, youth You, America You, América You, español You, english You, country side You, cat You, fire You, books You, E. E. Cummings You, Bukowski You, Octavio Paz You, Coca-Cola You, Coke You, India You, Mississippi You, jazz You, Miles You, Davis You, water You, rain You, lagoon You, chest You, car You, road You, reading You, lines You, Paris You, Baudelaire You, Poe You, japanese You, katana You, Mishima You, gun You, rifle You, cam You, can You, can't You, Durango You, Arizona You, desert You, gonzo You, mezcal You, alcohol You, drive You, crush You, alive You, again

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Jun 3, 2013

Jun 3, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC

turco-dimas

Down with law

You, saying love You, shaman's road You, a bird You, a yellow sun You, Emperor You, lovely door You, my Walt Whitman You, Neal You, Sal Paradise You, Pancho Villa You, La Revolución Mexicana You, navajo You, the border You, the river You, chicana You, Mafia You, redemption You, poetry You, Salvador Dalí You, Picasso You, stereo You, love You, *** You, youth You, America You, América You, español You, english You, country side You, cat You, fire You, books You, E. E. Cummings You, Bukowski You, Octavio Paz You, Coca-Cola You, Coke You, India You, Mississippi You, jazz You, Miles You, Davis You, water You, rain You, lagoon You, chest You, car You, road You, reading You, lines You, Paris You, Baudelaire You, Poe You, japanese You, katana You, Mishima You, gun You, rifle You, cam You, can You, can't You, Durango You, Arizona You, desert You, gonzo You, mezcal You, alcohol You, drive You, crush You, alive You, again

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where did you go what did you do where did you wake up I went everywhere I could I am trying to escape can I escape been looking for my mind since the pixies asked me to I did everything I could to escape myself over oceans to London over arctic to Beijing over prairie and rocks to Durango traveling looking for myself in everything else instead of letting go can't I escape? I go to work here there and everywhere What can I get for you guys today What kind of massage would you like today Where do you want me to bring this artwork today Where is my guard post today can I never get away? All these thoughts and all these thots I woke up and ran out of the filthy philly basement on acid molly and nitrous running from bats flying from the speakers out the house I crash then stand and smile at police lights and friends drive home from the party I stand smiling holding her and pray they make it home with all these bats I woke up here there and everywhere Ice bag on my testicles I awake from my morning bag to a scared smiling face I awake with black vision heart nigh exploding to crying terrified girlfriends I awake on my steering wheel from my weekly drive and cop to nobody but myself In bae's comforting arms In the everlasting eternity my father still believes in I awaken I found myself

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

baes and thots

where did you go what did you do where did you wake up I went everywhere I could I am trying to escape can I escape been looking for my mind since the pixies asked me to I did everything I could to escape myself over oceans to London over arctic to Beijing over prairie and rocks to Durango traveling looking for myself in everything else instead of letting go can't I escape? I go to work here there and everywhere What can I get for you guys today What kind of massage would you like today Where do you want me to bring this artwork today Where is my guard post today can I never get away? All these thoughts and all these thots I woke up and ran out of the filthy philly basement on acid molly and nitrous running from bats flying from the speakers out the house I crash then stand and smile at police lights and friends drive home from the party I stand smiling holding her and pray they make it home with all these bats I woke up here there and everywhere Ice bag on my testicles I awake from my morning bag to a scared smiling face I awake with black vision heart nigh exploding to crying terrified girlfriends I awake on my steering wheel from my weekly drive and cop to nobody but myself In bae's comforting arms In the everlasting eternity my father still believes in I awaken I found myself

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Southwestern Dis-United States of Memory Piñon smoke and sagebrush, voice of New Mexico night driving into an Arizona dawn rising over dreaming pueblos, low-ridden plazas, kivas and ruined cities’ rubble traced and highlighted by sunlight, Anglo angling into Aztec toward Zuni over arid zones… A to Z to El Dorado; a voice covers the high hills with a dusting of snow—every word hangs in the notes of the song: music to fall apart to, breakdown to, hurling the soul into the bottomless well of psychotic nostalgia: música de cavanga, falling into the depths. Melody pushing to the threshold of a bar and leaving you there with cash in your pocket and no ride home. The warmth inside beckons—you step across as the song fills, swells, intoxicates, then excavates the wall of the dam until it collapses. The fatal mistake: you read too much into the lyrics of shallow love songs. The deathwish beast of despair arises, the flooded plains dazzle your eyes, the Indian girl smiles on the rim of the grand canyon, the tattooed cholo pulls a knife in the trailer park, the dark waters under the bridge murmur and surge with regret; el río de Las Animas, Durango CO, Aztec calligraphy on the wall: Las Cruces, NM; Clifton, Morenci, Globe, AZ: stepped pyramids of copper tailings, gang-warred walls in fallen barrios covered in Chicano hieroglyphics, the ruined huts of shepherds and cowboys, pit-house dwellings’ flaked arrowheads and pottery fragments scattered forever in the coyote laugh of desert dusk. Crepuscular colors on the names of mountain ranges: Santa Catalina, Sangre de Cristo, Sandia, each one a separate sunset delirium—then you ride through the night to the city of palm trees and the orange-lined boulevards of Heaven. The singer herself grew old but her YouTubes live forever.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC

connecthook

Lindísima

Southwestern Dis-United States of Memory Piñon smoke and sagebrush, voice of New Mexico night driving into an Arizona dawn rising over dreaming pueblos, low-ridden plazas, kivas and ruined cities’ rubble traced and highlighted by sunlight, Anglo angling into Aztec toward Zuni over arid zones… A to Z to El Dorado; a voice covers the high hills with a dusting of snow—every word hangs in the notes of the song: music to fall apart to, breakdown to, hurling the soul into the bottomless well of psychotic nostalgia: música de cavanga, falling into the depths. Melody pushing to the threshold of a bar and leaving you there with cash in your pocket and no ride home. The warmth inside beckons—you step across as the song fills, swells, intoxicates, then excavates the wall of the dam until it collapses. The fatal mistake: you read too much into the lyrics of shallow love songs. The deathwish beast of despair arises, the flooded plains dazzle your eyes, the Indian girl smiles on the rim of the grand canyon, the tattooed cholo pulls a knife in the trailer park, the dark waters under the bridge murmur and surge with regret; el río de Las Animas, Durango CO, Aztec calligraphy on the wall: Las Cruces, NM; Clifton, Morenci, Globe, AZ: stepped pyramids of copper tailings, gang-warred walls in fallen barrios covered in Chicano hieroglyphics, the ruined huts of shepherds and cowboys, pit-house dwellings’ flaked arrowheads and pottery fragments scattered forever in the coyote laugh of desert dusk. Crepuscular colors on the names of mountain ranges: Santa Catalina, Sangre de Cristo, Sandia, each one a separate sunset delirium—then you ride through the night to the city of palm trees and the orange-lined boulevards of Heaven. The singer herself grew old but her YouTubes live forever.

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What a Bass-Head, the only one to ever fill me with dread. She asks, "Hey baby, did you forget to take your meds?" I just needed 3 xanax bars to remember not to forget about her, the girl drinking from the sweet wobbly nectar of the Bass Gods, I'd drop everything to visit her in Oregon. She once flew to Durango, to road-trip home east, with me the beast. In my jalopy hooptie of a 1992 Corolla, falling apart, ripping at the seams. Across this country we flowed over rivers and streams and poured unhindered by time or space. Through the great sand dunes of Colorado we played our own tunes, the stalagmites and horrid cave crickets of Mammoth Cave Kentucky, It got fucky at a seedy motel in Kansas, another in West Virginia. We make it to Fredericksburg, Viriginia, in the span of less than a week we have roared and soared through half the continent. We spend a night with our settled friends, married now, Shaun and Rachel, lovebirds. Until, home to Philly in one straight shot, through DC **** DC and up through Delaware, we are finally home. A journey complete. Sunsets, mountains, forests, lakes, dunes, beaches, deserts, plains, prairie, and perc 30s. All now a part of our memories, how sweet they be.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

Michelle

What a Bass-Head, the only one to ever fill me with dread. She asks, "Hey baby, did you forget to take your meds?" I just needed 3 xanax bars to remember not to forget about her, the girl drinking from the sweet wobbly nectar of the Bass Gods, I'd drop everything to visit her in Oregon. She once flew to Durango, to road-trip home east, with me the beast. In my jalopy hooptie of a 1992 Corolla, falling apart, ripping at the seams. Across this country we flowed over rivers and streams and poured unhindered by time or space. Through the great sand dunes of Colorado we played our own tunes, the stalagmites and horrid cave crickets of Mammoth Cave Kentucky, It got fucky at a seedy motel in Kansas, another in West Virginia. We make it to Fredericksburg, Viriginia, in the span of less than a week we have roared and soared through half the continent. We spend a night with our settled friends, married now, Shaun and Rachel, lovebirds. Until, home to Philly in one straight shot, through DC **** DC and up through Delaware, we are finally home. A journey complete. Sunsets, mountains, forests, lakes, dunes, beaches, deserts, plains, prairie, and perc 30s. All now a part of our memories, how sweet they be.

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It took effervescent, Everlasting, Highway road sign passings To get to Colorado Now I walk Brooding in the surreptitious snow, Its gleaming, Giving meaning, Trying to reflect back the fact of why were here The stars are screaming the purpose of life But we can't hear what isn't near Light years away is how I spend my day Reminiscing over you Under a sky of blue Durango dreaming of brunette nights, My final destination's with you in my sights

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Jul 18, 2013

Jul 18, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC

shelby-hemstock

Durango Dreaming

It took effervescent, Everlasting, Highway road sign passings To get to Colorado Now I walk Brooding in the surreptitious snow, Its gleaming, Giving meaning, Trying to reflect back the fact of why were here The stars are screaming the purpose of life But we can't hear what isn't near Light years away is how I spend my day Reminiscing over you Under a sky of blue Durango dreaming of brunette nights, My final destination's with you in my sights

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Las palabras quisieran expresar los guerreros, Bellos guerreros impasibles, Con el mañana gris abrazado, como un amante, Sin dejarles partir hacia las olas. Por la ventana abierta Muestra el destino su silencio; Sólo nubes con nubes, siempre nubes Más allá de otras nubes semejantes, Sin palabras, sin voces, Sin decir, sin saber; Últimas soledades que no aguardan mañana. Durango está vacío Al pie de tanto miedo infranqueable; Llora consigo a solas la juventud sangrienta De los guerreros bellos como luz, como espuma. Por sorpresa los muros Alguna mano dejan revolando a veces; Sus dedos entreabiertos Dicen adiós a nadie, Saben algo quizá ignorado en Durango. En Durango postrado, Con hambre, miedo, frío, Pues sus bellos guerreros sólo dieron, Raza estéril en flor, tristeza, lágrimas.

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Luis Cernuda

Durango

Las palabras quisieran expresar los guerreros, Bellos guerreros impasibles, Con el mañana gris abrazado, como un amante, Sin dejarles partir hacia las olas. Por la ventana abierta Muestra el destino su silencio; Sólo nubes con nubes, siempre nubes Más allá de otras nubes semejantes, Sin palabras, sin voces, Sin decir, sin saber; Últimas soledades que no aguardan mañana. Durango está vacío Al pie de tanto miedo infranqueable; Llora consigo a solas la juventud sangrienta De los guerreros bellos como luz, como espuma. Por sorpresa los muros Alguna mano dejan revolando a veces; Sus dedos entreabiertos Dicen adiós a nadie, Saben algo quizá ignorado en Durango. En Durango postrado, Con hambre, miedo, frío, Pues sus bellos guerreros sólo dieron, Raza estéril en flor, tristeza, lágrimas.

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You sit outside on your front porch, with nothing to do but look out on The dream Contemplations haunt these new, dusty streets intersecting in your mind are regrets not easily left behind Loving the self inflicted pain produced inside Get up and leave that porch Make a left and walk until collapse When will the music come back A heart attack almost welcoming A deer in the headlights Swerve right Durango has a high high height Grips me Grabs me Lusts me Locks me a POP chorus run off rails Unspecified Undesirable Unseen But Understood. U-Turn leave the Unholy Otherworldly siege of temptations Judas Iscariot ascending as Icarus Only to realize inevitably dust settles What becomes of one with a broken compass? Who leads who in a world of acidreaming prophecies ? An age of false promises and dot.com **** Bellaire Ownership My land of the free Your home of the Brave New World without bees Sweat a skip in the record Burn what you think you should do Listen to the ghosts inside your head Blur… just ******* blur EVERYTHING Become anonymous Become famous Drop out Knock out Lady Luck AHHHH **** Because it is importantly cool not togiveafuck Lumpy lopsided souls stand in line Don’t drug inject fluoride Put a plug in the self deprecating whines or get back in line with a gaze of blight Beg for pearly whites Everything conspicuous Everyone a conspiracy Eat WalledoffStreet as it crumbles Cash in Sell out What? Yourself. (Ascend) “Cultivate” your garden ************ Not you, Him. who? Johnny Flynn the Banjo God I will tell you without being candid. You are Candide. And No one will give you what you need Icy desolated deserted Macdade Boulevards across lands of death Induce a sigh of your own breath Whispering Eli Eli lama Sabachthani In deduction Of an ethnographic construction I’ll stay in flux From one State frustrating Across the lines of another contemplating The beautiful country Delco Far! Far … ~away~ >forever inside

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

Moving from your county Durango (ode to Delco)

You sit outside on your front porch, with nothing to do but look out on The dream Contemplations haunt these new, dusty streets intersecting in your mind are regrets not easily left behind Loving the self inflicted pain produced inside Get up and leave that porch Make a left and walk until collapse When will the music come back A heart attack almost welcoming A deer in the headlights Swerve right Durango has a high high height Grips me Grabs me Lusts me Locks me a POP chorus run off rails Unspecified Undesirable Unseen But Understood. U-Turn leave the Unholy Otherworldly siege of temptations Judas Iscariot ascending as Icarus Only to realize inevitably dust settles What becomes of one with a broken compass? Who leads who in a world of acidreaming prophecies ? An age of false promises and dot.com **** Bellaire Ownership My land of the free Your home of the Brave New World without bees Sweat a skip in the record Burn what you think you should do Listen to the ghosts inside your head Blur… just ******* blur EVERYTHING Become anonymous Become famous Drop out Knock out Lady Luck AHHHH **** Because it is importantly cool not togiveafuck Lumpy lopsided souls stand in line Don’t drug inject fluoride Put a plug in the self deprecating whines or get back in line with a gaze of blight Beg for pearly whites Everything conspicuous Everyone a conspiracy Eat WalledoffStreet as it crumbles Cash in Sell out What? Yourself. (Ascend) “Cultivate” your garden ************ Not you, Him. who? Johnny Flynn the Banjo God I will tell you without being candid. You are Candide. And No one will give you what you need Icy desolated deserted Macdade Boulevards across lands of death Induce a sigh of your own breath Whispering Eli Eli lama Sabachthani In deduction Of an ethnographic construction I’ll stay in flux From one State frustrating Across the lines of another contemplating The beautiful country Delco Far! Far … ~away~ >forever inside

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walk in to the room a circle of souls transcribed to be seated beneath the tapestry beat beat, strum strum where are you from here is where I am from beat beat,strum strum carry on as always business as usual always downtown for a pint sip sip, ** hum let's get out of this town let's do something with our lives shall we? I retreat to beneath the mountain here is a home Only in the hands of infinite creation does man find comfort

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

January Durango

walk in to the room a circle of souls transcribed to be seated beneath the tapestry beat beat, strum strum where are you from here is where I am from beat beat,strum strum carry on as always business as usual always downtown for a pint sip sip, ** hum let's get out of this town let's do something with our lives shall we? I retreat to beneath the mountain here is a home Only in the hands of infinite creation does man find comfort

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Find my waltz to dance with you my Romeo A dark symphony breaks the silent night within the souls you have no any escrow still you've took a risk not too bright Hold my hand we'll swing 'til it hurts There's no horizon to this final view To you, my heart is pouring blue spurts Let's disappear a while unwrite every cue Crawl into my thoughts, the thin line of sanity grab my head and drown me into your love hey dear, please hang up the wire to reality and honey, we're the ones dancing above Don't be afraid of losing all the floor I may say goodbye just for a while but tonight I'll wait outside your door ans for sure i'll kiss your stupid smile

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC

renaengland

Perdita Durango

Find my waltz to dance with you my Romeo A dark symphony breaks the silent night within the souls you have no any escrow still you've took a risk not too bright Hold my hand we'll swing 'til it hurts There's no horizon to this final view To you, my heart is pouring blue spurts Let's disappear a while unwrite every cue Crawl into my thoughts, the thin line of sanity grab my head and drown me into your love hey dear, please hang up the wire to reality and honey, we're the ones dancing above Don't be afraid of losing all the floor I may say goodbye just for a while but tonight I'll wait outside your door ans for sure i'll kiss your stupid smile

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Ya la provincia toda reconcentra a sus sanas hijas en las caducas avenidas, y Rut y Rebeca proclaman la novedad campestre de sus nucas. Las pobres desterradas de Morelia y Toluca, de Durango y San Luis, aroman la Metrópoli como granos de anís. La parvada maltrecha de alondras, cae aquí con el esfuerzo fragante de las gotas de un arbusto batido por el cierzo. Improvisan su tienda para medir, cuadrantes pesarosos, la ruina de su paz y de su hacienda. Ellas, las que soñaban perdidas en los vastos aposentos, duermen en hospedajes avarientos. Propietarios de huertos y de huertas copiosas, regatean las frutas y las rosas. Con sus modas pasadas y sus luengos zarcillos y su mirar somero, inmútanse a los brillos de los escaparates de un joyero. Y después, a evocar la sandía tropa de pavos, y su susto manifiesto cuando bajaban por aquel recuesto... ¡Oh siestas regalonas, melindre ante la jícara que humea, soponcio ante la recua intempestiva que tumba las macetas de las pardas casonas; lotería de nueces, y Tenorio que flecha el historiado postigo de las rejas antañonas! Paso junto a las lentas fugitivas: no saben en su desgarbo airoso y en su activo quietismo, la derretida y pura compensación que logra su ostracismo sobre mi pecho, para ellas holgadamente hospitalario, aprensivo y munificente. Yo os acojo, anónimas y lentas desterradas, como si a mí viniese la lúcida familia de las hadas, porque oléis al opíparo destino y al exaltado fuero de los calabazates que sazona el resol del Adviento, en la cornisa recoleta y poltrona.

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Ramón López Velarde

Las desterradas

Ya la provincia toda reconcentra a sus sanas hijas en las caducas avenidas, y Rut y Rebeca proclaman la novedad campestre de sus nucas. Las pobres desterradas de Morelia y Toluca, de Durango y San Luis, aroman la Metrópoli como granos de anís. La parvada maltrecha de alondras, cae aquí con el esfuerzo fragante de las gotas de un arbusto batido por el cierzo. Improvisan su tienda para medir, cuadrantes pesarosos, la ruina de su paz y de su hacienda. Ellas, las que soñaban perdidas en los vastos aposentos, duermen en hospedajes avarientos. Propietarios de huertos y de huertas copiosas, regatean las frutas y las rosas. Con sus modas pasadas y sus luengos zarcillos y su mirar somero, inmútanse a los brillos de los escaparates de un joyero. Y después, a evocar la sandía tropa de pavos, y su susto manifiesto cuando bajaban por aquel recuesto... ¡Oh siestas regalonas, melindre ante la jícara que humea, soponcio ante la recua intempestiva que tumba las macetas de las pardas casonas; lotería de nueces, y Tenorio que flecha el historiado postigo de las rejas antañonas! Paso junto a las lentas fugitivas: no saben en su desgarbo airoso y en su activo quietismo, la derretida y pura compensación que logra su ostracismo sobre mi pecho, para ellas holgadamente hospitalario, aprensivo y munificente. Yo os acojo, anónimas y lentas desterradas, como si a mí viniese la lúcida familia de las hadas, porque oléis al opíparo destino y al exaltado fuero de los calabazates que sazona el resol del Adviento, en la cornisa recoleta y poltrona.

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Bronco is adrift in the city But walks a straight line Some slicker said he liked his costume Bronco doesn’t mind He got it that no one wears spurs in Durango That’s just fine He’s moving along with the times He’s in town to find a wife They met on the Internet Emily teaches the second grade Hasn’t met her dude yet She grew up on a farm Where there isn’t much shade Attractive she is, prim and petite They are each out to find that someone to meet Arriving is Bronco with no swagger there He takes his hat off, brushes his hair Rings the doorbell, he could swear He’s never seen anyone prettier before She invites him in, he sits in the easy chair The dinner she’s made is succulent and sweet Magic is in the air, “Ain’t life a treat,” Bronco says to himself and almost clicks his heels He’ll be back next week, will soon seal the deal

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Sep 26, 2023

Sep 26, 2023 at 9:59 AM UTC

neville-johnson

Bronco Comes to Town

Bronco is adrift in the city But walks a straight line Some slicker said he liked his costume Bronco doesn’t mind He got it that no one wears spurs in Durango That’s just fine He’s moving along with the times He’s in town to find a wife They met on the Internet Emily teaches the second grade Hasn’t met her dude yet She grew up on a farm Where there isn’t much shade Attractive she is, prim and petite They are each out to find that someone to meet Arriving is Bronco with no swagger there He takes his hat off, brushes his hair Rings the doorbell, he could swear He’s never seen anyone prettier before She invites him in, he sits in the easy chair The dinner she’s made is succulent and sweet Magic is in the air, “Ain’t life a treat,” Bronco says to himself and almost clicks his heels He’ll be back next week, will soon seal the deal

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Down in Harlem, no one dares to question hands up? no problem, something going on and definitely wrong down there. Durango! eureka, I got it, not Fandango but Durango and not Eureka that's East of the Pecos or it might be one of the other three directions. so where's Fandango then?

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Sep 27, 2024

Sep 27, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Not sure if Fandango was a town way out West.

Down in Harlem, no one dares to question hands up? no problem, something going on and definitely wrong down there. Durango! eureka, I got it, not Fandango but Durango and not Eureka that's East of the Pecos or it might be one of the other three directions. so where's Fandango then?

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