"macarena" poems
And we’ve all been there, me and my lovers,
we’ve all see our fair share of troubles.
cause Romance is Chance in the form of a Dance
and I’m sorry to say I still move like I did fifteen years ago.
Macarena with me and I’ll sweep you off your feet,
maybe someday I’ll learn to waltz and blow you away.
Until it all comes crashing down.
Because inevitably it all comes crashing down
even the Flintstones died millennia ago.
My Anna Marie, I’m sorry you left,
Europe ringed and you answered,
I guess we couldn’t afford long distance
(is that even still a thing?)
and I couldn’t wait for you,
I was too young and too ready to love again.
Dear Jenna,
Darling,
as much fun as you are
we move at different speeds,
and mine’s stuck in the slow lane.
I liked *** on the second date,
but I wasn’t ready for the **** three weeks in.
God knows I’d never try and change you
even he doesn’t have the ***** to try.
And God bless you Tiffany,
cause it ***** to die,
but it ***** even more
stuck here saying goodbye.
Bachelor Status reaffirmed:
**** sites filled to capacity
with self-made men of audacity
come to satisfy their proclivities
“Dear phantom girlfriends,
you’re here to gratify
Please entertain us in our fantasies
and our impossibly similar tendencies.
Also, it wouldn’t hurt if it’s all free.”
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
To the blushing bride to be,
This rite of passage you’ll not be spared.
Let your hair down, be wild and free,
Allow your tales and secrets to be bared.
Not designed for hearts too weak,
This night’s when us girls misbehave.
In our tutus, fairy wings and pink feather boas,
We’ll paint the town red and rave.
We’re like one dysfunctional family,
But we’ll bond and shout tonight.
Cocktails and Prosecco will flow freely,
As we dance the “Macarena” ‘til morning light.
We’ll have a blast and be merry,
For girls just want to have fun.
Adorned with “L” plates, you won’t stay sober
And your makeup will inevitably run.
On this, your last night of freedom,
It’s your final fling before the wedding ring.
Your head may be sore tomorrow,
But, oh, the stories these walls could sing!
Remember this night always,
With all your girlfriends at your side,
For you’ll soon tie the knot and be married
And embark on a magical ride.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 1:05 AM UTC
I saw the best behinds of my generation destroyed by muffins,
strudel hydrolyzed aphids dragging themselves through Chicano streets at dawn for tickets to fix,
bagel headed tipsters yearning for flagrant connection to the sorry dim sum macarena nights ...
*apologies to Allen Ginsberg
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Oh, phalo skeptic,
part your wave for skirted ***** surfers,
tho, trout, tripe, and titmice thrill thrice..
Will duct tape save us?
Urge the Zamboni machine,
to microwave ice.
Quince down that pouting sphincter,
Oh, the tides do swell
on the morrow of passing fish.
Wheelbarrow pious.
Swift, awesome biblionauts,
Fire! Fire! Pail, Pail thy watered pitch.
Know this, every potato is somewhere vane ...
I'm busy now, rude duuude,
have you sweated a recumbent lout?
Indent chill mots,
Pete, I'm big in Europe, pal,
Have seen me dance the Macarena?
Fool, fool on that high hill,!
Take care when licking spiny urchins
Oy! I scare myself.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 2:34 PM UTC
De sombra, sol y muerte, volandera
grana zumbando, el ruedo gira herido
por un clarín de sangre azul torera.
Abanicos de aplausos, en bandadas,
descienden, giradores, del tendido,
la ronda a coronar de los espadas.
Se hace añicos el aire, y violento,
un mar por media luna gris mandado
prende fuego a un farol que apaga el viento.
¡Buen caballito de los toros, vuela,
sin más jinete de oro y plata, al prado
de tu gloria de azúcar y canela!
Cinco picas al monte, y cinco olas
sus lomos empinados convirtiendo
en verbena de sangre y banderolas.
Carrusel de claveles y mantillas
de luna macarena y sol, bebiendo,
de naranja y limón, las banderillas.
Blonda negra, partida por dos bandas,
de amor injerto en oro la cintura,
presidenta del cielo y las barandas,
rosa en el palco de la muerte aún viva,
libre y por fuera sanguinaria y dura,
pero de corza el corazón, cautiva.
Brindis, cristiana mora, a ti, volando,
cuervo mudo y sin ojos, la montera
del áureo espada que en el sol lidiando
y en la sombra, vendido, de puntillas,
da su junco a la media luna fiera,
y a la muerte su gracia, de rodillas.
Veloz, rayo de plata en campo de oro
nacido de la arena y suspendido,
por un estambre, de la gloria, al toro,
mar sangriento de picas coronado,
en Dolorosa grana convertido,
centrar el ruedo manda, traspasado.
Feria de cascabel y percalina,
muerta la media luna gladiadora,
de limón y naranja, remolina
de la muerte, girando, y los toreros,
bajo una alegoría voladora
de palmas, abanicos y sombreros.
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oddly enough i'm not bothered about existential Darwinism... i don't mind whether we die out and never have a second chance to draw cartoons, or whether we manage to partake in cushion making... the cure for Darwinism is existentialism... and existentialism just says: does it really matter? Darwinism is more an economic system than anything
just like me... nuns;
whatever;
nuns are included,
Macarena became
pivotal...
**** Germany... hey
Argentina!
dale a tu cuerpo alegria macarena
que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegria y
cosa buena dale a tu cuerpo alegria,
macarena hey macarena!
hey chi cheap chatter
**** Germany... hey
Argentina! ah'ya!
C A RI c a TURE
WHATEVER
blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah
etc., whatever...
**** & anomalies...
i take my art, as seriously as the fact it isn't.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Metro mágico y rico que al alma expresas
llameantes alegrías, penas arcanas,
desde en los suaves labios de las princesas
hasta en las bocas rojas de las gitanas.
Las almas armoniosas buscan tu encanto,
sonora rosa métrica que ardes y brillas,
y España ve en tu ritmo, siente en tu canto
sus hembras, sus claveles, sus manzanillas.
Vibras al aire alegre como una cinta,
el músico te adula, te ama el poeta;
Rueda en ti sus fogosos paisajes pinta
con la audaz policromía de su paleta.
En ti el hábil orfebre cincela el marco
en que la idea-perla su oriente acusa,
o en tu cordaje armónico formas el arco
con que lanza sus flechas la airada musa.
A tu voz en el baile crujen las faldas,
los piececitos hacen brotar las rosas
e hilan hebras de amores las Esmeraldas
en ruecas invisibles y misteriosas.
La andaluza hechicera, paloma arisca,
por ti irradia, se agita, vibra y se quiebra,
con el lánguido gesto de la odalisca
o las fascinaciones de la culebra.
Pequeña ánfora lírica de vino llena
compuesto por la dulce musa Alegría
con uvas andaluzas, sal macarena,
flor y canela frescas de Andalucía.
Subes, creces, y vistes de pompas fieras;
retumbas en el ruido de las metrallas,
ondulas con el ala de las banderas,
suenas con los clarines de las batallas.
Tienes toda la lira: tienes las manos
que acompasan las danzas y las canciones;
tus órganos, tus prosas, tus cantos llanos
y tus llantos que parten los corazones.
Ramillete de dulces trinos verbales,
jabalina de Diana la Cazadora,
ritmo que tiene el filo de cien puñales,
que muerde y acaricia, mata y enflora.
Las Tirsis campesinas de ti están llenas,
y aman, radiosa abeja, tus bordoneos;
así riegas tus chispas las nochebuenas
como adornas la lira de los Orfeos.
Que bajo el sol dorado de Manzanilla
que esta azulada concha del cielo baña,
polítona y triunfante, la seguidilla
es la flor del sonoro Pindo de España.
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Briano Alliano performing a west coast eagles party on Saturn
Hi welcome to Saturn and tonight I will celebrate the west coast eagles winning the 2018 premiership with our first song
West coast Macarena
You see the mighty west coast eagles
They won and they are mighty
They looked like they’ll lose it
But they kept fighting and pushed it
Each player played well
They go back to Perth with the cup yeah
Yeah party all night all ****** night go the mighty eagles
1 2 3 4 go the mighty eagles
Keep the fight up till the final siren
It is all worth it as we lift the cup
Go the west coast eagles
Then the fun began they started
Bringing our team to the stage
After barnsy
Everybody was cheering
Saying go the mighty eagles
1 2 3 4 go the mighty eagles
Yes we won the cup
And boy are we happy
We are planning to get drunk all flaming night
Go the mighty eagles
And now here is the next song
Clap for eagles
3 6 9 the eagles are fine
We just won the cup
And we feel divine
The crowd at the mcg were happy mate
Can’t wait to get back to Perth
To see the crowd that couldn’t make it yeah
We put our hands up and lift our voice and cheer
Everybody joins us when we say
3 6 9 go the eagles tonight
The cup is ours all through our lives
And now here is the west coast victory song
We won we won we won
The mighty west coast eagles
The cup the cup is ours
Yes we are celebrating
You see we are the best mate
Winning is our friend
We never ever gave up
Right to the very end
Go eagles go eagles go eagles go
Winning the cup means everything to us our gracious team
You see we are fighters
And we are bad and mean
Never giving up and
We got the prize
Yes, we were keen
Go eagles go eagles go eagles go
The cup is ours
Go the mighty eagles
Till the day is done
This is a cheer I had in the past with the eagles
We are the eagles the west coast eagles
We the ones who will win this game
Each goal we score
Will be a blessing dude
Yes we will win this game
You see mate the cup is ours
And mate it was a bit of a fight
We are the eagles the west coast eagles
We are the winners of 2018
Go the mighty eagles yeah
Every single day go west coast eagles
The next cheering song says this
They never thought we would fail it no the eagles are the best the 2018 season is over yeah
And the eagles come up the best the eagles had their heartaches at the start oh yeah
But they kept on fighting and
We won it yeseree
At the end we cheered for them
And the supporters are cheering in Perth saying go the mighty eagles yes we are so great
Now we are coming home
And we are expecting an almighty roar go the eagles
The west coast eagles
Yes we won and we are happy
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Hello dudes and dudettes
Welcome to Jupiter moon
And last night I had my bowling presentation and my team got the third place trophy and here is a poem about it
Yes I know we deserved it
Yes I know we loved it
It was pretty cool, and
I feel like partying with a few methane smoothies sprayed all over the place
A great night for celebrating
Every single one of us
Party party party
To say what a great team we were
It wasn’t second place
And not first place either
But third place gets a trophy
So we celebrate it as well
I remember doing the Macarena fast
Just imagine how tired you feel afterwards
The methane gets through your body
And you party like hell
Not in hell, for there is no such place
Ya know mate yeah
Doing the air guitar and doing the dance moves
While your trophy is in the box
Congratulations and celebrations
Brian Allan won third place oh yeah
It is a time to celebrate and have fun
Yes it’s time to really show our skills off
Yes bowling is a fun sport
And we all get together and have some fun
Giving high fives to everyone
As you won oh yeah
Partying is the time to celebrate
Winning the third place spot
And I mentioned the Macarena and here is the bowling celebration version
1 2 3 4 perform well at bowling
Don’t give up even if your bad
Because when I was a kid I wasn’t very good
But I got better with age
1 2 3 4 you see you concentrate hard
And you could do it
Just keep your ball in the direct centre
And the rest of the story writes itself
And all the glory
And you will be on your way to winning a trophy yes
1 2 3 4 come on ya ****** pin
Fall the **** over I want to be a top bowler at the end of the year
But you have to say with your feet stamping on the ground fall fall fall
1 2 3 4 you see I had my moments
But I still got there in the end
It was good it was grand as I understand
That yes if we win more games together as a team it will be fun
So much fun yes party on
That was the bowling Macarena
Which is pretty cool
And I am going to start my cruise around the cosmos celebrating my third place trophy with a few methane smoothies but before I go here is a little cool number
A B C D E F G
I kicked but at my presentation yeah
Everyday when I went to the alley
I came one step close to getting third place
It was fun and it made me glad
Drinking water and having fun
H I J K L M N O P
I celebrated up here in nirvana
Telling the cosmos I am the boss
Yes party on and never stop
Yes dudes party like you will never drop
Q R S T U V
Yes my score of 213 was the best of that week
I am happy as I charge my methane glass
Yeah mate yeah I kicked some ***
W X Y and Z
Come on dudes try and be on the same team as me
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
POETS AND SINGERS AND DANCERS AND BELL RINGERS
ARE IN MY HOUSE TONIGHT, I PARTY WITH ANGELS
AND ALL I EAT IS BAGLES, AND THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO DIVINE
I WENT TO THE POETRY SLAM, WITH VOICES IN MY HEAD SAYING POETRY IS FOR GEEKS
BUT I AM A GOOD PARTY POET, WHERE EVERY POEM
EXPLAINS HOW I WANNA PARTY HARDY WON’T STARDY
MOVE IT ON UP, MOVE IT ON UP
AND SHOW US HOW TO HAVE FUN
AND TONIGHT THERE WAS A POET BLASTER WHO HATED POETS
SHOOTING AT ANYONE GOING OUT FOR SMOKES
YOU SEE WE HAD TO DESIGN A WEAPON TO **** POETS
AND MINE WAS TOO EXTREME, FOR THEM
YOU SEE, I DEVELOPED CANNON ***** AND 1 BILLION AMMO HERE AND 1 BILLION AMMO THERE
AND BULLETS, AND LOADS OF OTHER STUFF AND POINTED IT AT THE POET READING
AND BLASTED HIS HEAD OFF, SORT OF WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME TONIGHT
MY OLD MATES, SAYING, IS BRIAN INTO WRITING POEMS AND THEN THEY SAY POEMS ARE BORING
AND I SAY, NO MATE NO, YOUR BORING, SURE I AM DISABLED, BUT IT DOESN’T STOP ME FROM WRITING A GREAT POEM THOUGH
DISABLE DISABLE I MIGHT BE A BIT DISABLED, IT’S NOT MY STYLE TO NOT JOT IT DOWN, YEAH IN A POEM YA SEE
I HAD COKE TO DRINK AS WELL AS A PACKET OF CARAMELISED ONION AND SOUR CREAM CHIPS, ****** AWESOME DUDES
I AM DISABLED, TOO DISABLED, FOR THE GOING TO BED MEN OR KIDS OR LADIES
I DON’T WIN VERY MUCH, BUT THE ORGANISER REALLY LIKES MY WORK
I PARTY LIKE I GET HEADACHES FROM CHAMPAGNE, THE PURE ALCOHOL DOES WEIRD THINGS TO THE BRAIN
AND MY FAVE, THE SCHITZOPHRENIC MACARENA, IT GOES LIKE THIS
1 2 3 4 DO THE SCHITZOPHRENIC, FROM THE FIRST DIAGNOSIS TO MY CURRNT SITUATION
AND NOW, WITH MEDICATION, I CAN BE REFORMED, OH YEAH MATE YEAH, I AM SCHITZOPHRENIC
AND FLY BURGERS ARE GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT, FLY BURGERS ARE SUCH A TASTY TREAT
JUST CATCH A BLOWIE BETWEEN TWO BUTTERED BUNS, ADD SOME LETTUCE AND TOMATO AND HAVE SO MUCH FUN
YOU SEE MY POEMS TALK, ABOUT HASPPINESS FOR A GREAT PARTY, HAPPINESS FOR GREAT ART
AND HAPPINESS FOR THE OLD SMELLY MAN WHO FARTS, WHILE HE PLAYS AND BEATS ME AT DARTS
MOVING ON UP, MOVING ON UP MOVING ON UP, MAKING AN EGG SIT RIGHT IN THE CUP
THEN WENT OVER TO PAT HIS PUP, AS HE ENJOYS MOVING ON UP
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
The schitzophrenic
You see I am sitting at the mall
I am having dillusions of people teasing me, and I wish this will all stop, oh please, just leave me the f..k alone
And then I hear voices that aren't really being said o hear Jon killed my best friend named Fred, the thing is I have no best friend, oh year
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
From the first diagnosis till the day you reach 45, you see if i take medication it can be controlled yeah oh yeah
I am schitzophrenic
Then I went to see my psychiatrist and he told me, to try and get a life, I told him I was blackbeard and John F Kennedy, he just threw a smart *** comment my way, I thought that comment was rude and ****** yes it is hard to be liked when you do
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Yes it's easy to do, just let me hang out
You see with my medication it can be controlled, ooooh
I am schitzophrenic
You see I get paranoid when I see people around and right wing governments want us locked up
It mighty hard to have this illness and I cab say this
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Do it once and you get all hooked and after that you feel like a geek, cause your a schitzophrenic, and also with medication it can be controlled
Oooooh I'm a schitzophrenic
Yes, that's true
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Here is a list of things that are bigger,
greater than all of the world's oceans,
bigger than the storms in the seas,
than all the islands in the Pacific,
connecting all of us together,
being one great channel of culture...
Telenovela, chismes, galeones,
teleserye, chismis, galleon.
𝘚𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪 𝘓𝘢𝘱𝘶-𝘓𝘢𝘱𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯.
𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯? 𝘒𝘢𝘩𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯.
Sangría? No, sangre de Magallanes.
𝘕𝘪ñ𝘰𝘴, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘻
𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.
And believe it or not;
Bulerías, danza, bachata, habaneras.
How do you like your coffee, bebe?
Con leche? Bueno.
Evaporada and condensada?
Tequila, San Miguel, Mezcal, Corona,
Cerveza, Serbesa, Cerrado, Sarado.
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢,
𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘰.
Actually, how do you like your coffee?
𝘛𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘧é?
𝘚𝘪 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘰.
So do you like it hot or con hielo?
And of course;
Canciones, c/kanta,
And nowㅡreggateon, budots.
Gasolina? Aserejé? Macarena?
Bad Bunny, being our new Columbus.
Playitas, islas, karagatan, nuestro paraíso.
Mas chismes, mas tazas de cafe.
How do you think we're so far yet so alike?
Of all these things? Con chisme? Claro.
So which one first? The juiciest or latest?
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
Party on party on party on
Let’s have a beer and a few shots
And get on the dance floor
And dance to all of the charts greatest hits
I like to party all night
And go to bed at 6 am
And stay in bed all fucken day
After having a great party dude
C’mon guys swing your hips right
And don’t forget to do the nutbush and the Macarena
Even if it is the shitzophrenic macerena, which gets the party started right and then bring on pink with the song let’s get the party started and then we head off to a pub to play pool and the jukebox and party for the rest of the night there and hopefully you will win the game of pool
So you can celebrate till 6 am
Then you get down and rock this town inside out and straight and tall, party party party
Right till the end never never
Ever drive your mates round the bend and we can celebrate richmond tigers securing top spot for this year
Yes, they will really party dudes
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
What a drop,
To fall from this height what a drop indeed,
To fall from up here would be foolish.
Mortal, perhaps.
As just before u splat u remember exists those imaginary boot straps,
And that knot you learned in 1st grade way after everyone else,
And those wings you grew yourself.
You flapped those little wings in formation with your mother and brothers goose by your side till one day by some miracle you stood on one foot per day and danced a Macarena around a cage of crawfish.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
¡Viva Sevilla!
Llevan las sevillanas
en la mantilla
un letrero que dice:
¡Viva Sevilla!
¡Viva Triana!
¡Vivan los trianeros,
los de Triana!
¡Vivan los sevillanos
y sevillanas!
Lo traigo andado.
La Macarena y todo
lo traigo andado.
Lo traigo andado;
cara como la tuya
no la he encontrado.
La Macarena y todo
lo traigo andado.
Ay río de Sevilla,
qué bien pareces
lleno de velas blancas
y ramas verdes.
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I accidentally filled her mind
with serenading cicadas
that erupted on El Dia De Los Muertos,
a piñata swarm of insects,
their nightmarish candy forms
eating away all the love in the universe,
splitting me into two broken halves,
heart snapping like the thunderous crack
of the lumberjack’s axe.
(Echoes, echoes reverberate
through a forest we used to call home,
where her eyes would blink like fireflies in the night,
where the alluring tug of her voice
would spin silky illusions of kaleidoscopic renewal.)
Butterfly wings full of peering eyes,
the precious gift of true sight given then taken,
the other half of me struggling
through the encroaching amber of a parallel world,
crawling like a lonesome ladybug down the trunk of tree,
oblivious to gravity in some small,
dainty way.
Smiles are everything I so long to be,
and they stretched out like infinity’s caress
as I felt the slow thirsty dance of her vivacious mind,
that juke joint of the soul,
ripe fruit underneath mistletoe,
kissing me like it might put out
all the fires burning across the land,
like we were the last match in a galactic cave of darkness,
the hope of all mankind boiled down
to a single, fiery instant.
The tantalizing flow of her heart dress
seemed to yearn for a more intimate glimpse
of this strange bag of quarks:
the tattered remnants of my fallible,
damaged soul,
a laughable patchwork of everything under the sun that means to be human,
a lumbering fusion doing a cadaverous macarena
across the slippery linoleum of the universe;
yet the sound of a soul bifurcating
into both midnight and noon can deafen eardrums
and dry up the most passionate waterways,
sending even the most beautiful rainbows of delicate intention to an early grave.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC