"ponchos" poems
Hare Krishna's
In their Pickups
Depressed Comics
Down on their Luck
Teenage Girls
Screaming Meme's
****** Pinko's*
Leftward Leaning
Vincent Price
Flo and Eddie
Rodger Rabbit
Priscilla Presley
Nuns in Habits
Dwarf's in Ponchos
Deadbeat Dads
Munching Nachos
Right-Wing Nut Jobs
Trading Slogans
A few Hero's
Including Hogan
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Buddhist Monks
With Electric Banjos
Holding Signs Up
Of Marlon Brando
Taxi Cabs
Blaring Show Tunes
Pregnant Women
Down-loading Soon
Derby Jockeys
Flying Monkeys
Kool-Aidholics
Skittle Junkies
Bozo The Clown
Bumper Stickers
Psychedelic
Crazed Toad Lickers
Rhinestone Cowboys
In their Skivvies
Gothic Girls
Heebie Jeebies
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Blue Haired Granny's
In pink Moo Moos
Ballerina's In
Tattered Tutus
Mathematician's
Number Crunchers
Even have Some
Out to Lunchers
Model 50's
*Do *** Daddies*
One More Round Of
Flo and Eddie
People Sneaking
Across the Border
Lonely Fry Cooks
Taking Orders
A Few Wannabes
Not Saying Much
Will The Real Elvis
Please Stand Up
Are just a few of the sights that you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Thank you...Thank you very Much
Ladies and Gentlemen
Elvis...Has Left The Building
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
Disaster Preparedness Checklist
Double-A batteries, a map out of town
A tank full of gas, a mind full of plans
A flashlight, toilet paper, a radio
A can opener and cans to go, go, go
Leather gloves and duct tape, whistles
Waterproof matches, and match-proof water
Blankies and ponchos and a change of clothes
A medical kit and a pocket knife
But
No one ever lists a box of cigars,
And a Wodehouse for reading by lamplight
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Hurricane Preparedness Checklist
Double-A batteries, a map out of town
A tank full of gas, a mind full of plans
A flashlight, toilet paper, a radio
A can opener and cans to go, go, go
Leather gloves and duct tape, whistles
Waterproof matches, and match-proof water
Blankies and ponchos and changes of clothes
A medical kit and a pocket knife
But
No one ever lists a box of cigars,
And a Wodehouse for reading by lamplight
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
De pronto, en el silencio de la noche,
se alzó un rumor lejano y temeroso
y el camino que corre frente a casa
sonó de viento y se encrespó de ola.
Era una larga tropa de ganado,
cientos de vacas, bajo los testuces,
desgarrando la sombra con los cuernos,
midriáticas de espanto las pupilas,
deshechas con la helada las pezuñas,
dolientes de mugidos maternales.
Era una larga tropa de ganado,
flanqueada de fantásticos jinetes,
apretada a pechazos en la huella,
toda alada de gritos y de ponchos.
Mañana un hombre desde un carricoche
en el local sonoro de la feria,
al enérgico golpe de martillo
que hace al sol un relámpago de plata,
indiferente os venderá, vaquitas,
y resignadas partiréis de nuevo
tal vez hacia la muerte.
1.1k
Fulge mi cigarrillo;
su luz se limpia en pólvoras de alerta.
Y a su guiño amarillo
entona un pastorcillo
el tamarindo de su sombra muerta.
Ahoga en una enérgica negrura,
el caserón entero
la mustia distinción de su blancura.
Pena un frágil aroma de aguacero.
Están todas las puertas muy ancianas,
y se hastía en su habano carcomido
una insomne piedad de mil ojeras.
Yo las dejé lozanas;
y hoy las telarañas han zurcido
hasta en el corazón de sus maderas,
coágulos de sombra oliendo a olvido.
La del camino, el día
que me miró llegar, trémula y triste,
mientras que sus dos brazos entreabría,
chilló como en un llanto de alegría.
Que en toda fibra existe
para el ojo que ama, una dormida
novia perla, una lágrima escondida.
Con no sé qué memoria secretea
mi corazón ansioso.
-Señora?... -Sí, señor; murió en la aldea;
aún la veo envueltita en su rebozo
Y la abuela amargura
de un cantar neurasténico de paria
¡oh, derrotada musa legendaria!
afila sus melódicos raudales
bajo la noche oscura:
como si abajo, abajo,
en la turbia pupila de cascajo
de abierta sepultura,
celebrando perpetuos funerales,
se quebrasen fantásticos puñales.
Llueve..., llueve... Sustancia el aguacero,
reduciéndolo a fúnebres olores,
el humor de los viejos alcanfores
que velan tahuashando en el sendero
con sus ponchos de hielo y sin sombrero.
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It was noon, sometime in mid-July;
Imagine the road, a twisting highway to my grave.
The bus, a roller coaster ride unhinged from the tracks.
Dodging missiles with headlights, horns rattling my nerves.
Just another three hours.
It was midnight, somewhere out at sea,
Somewhere in the universe, the Milky Way, another galaxy.
A shallow heartbeat, a distant echo of a Chinese Karaoke show, but all else was still.
The stars never seemed so vast, and I remembered that they were bigger than me,
I was just a speck.
It rained on the way back to ** Chi Minh,
The roads turned to rivers, the scooters grew ponchos; under them a family of three.
The city brought chaos; sad, tired faces, begging for one thousand **** a cent.
The children danced in the downpour, jumping over sticks
Like hopscotch.
I thought of Ha Long Bay, just the night before,
I couldn’t hear the silence; I couldn’t see the stars; a dingy hostel ceiling, grumbling strangers snores.
I went to sleep dreaming of peaceful valleys, fresh spring waters, trees as far as the eye could see,
For tomorrow was a new day,
The next part of my journey.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
Why I love you?
Is a thought,
I have in my mind,
From the time sun rises
To the appearance of the moon.
And I don't know why,
But then you ask about
Ponchos.
And I smile, then giggle
And, I know why
It is just meant to be.
© Nick Strong 2014
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
A city wide abandonment project took place about ten years ago.
Since then there has been flower
wars; river water, potholes.
A gang for every day of the week
infiltrated
by young women in plastic ponchos
pretending to be deep pretending
to be leftwing car salesmen
buried in the middle
of the abandoned stadium.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Hare Krishna's
In their Pickups
Depressed Comics
Down on their Luck
Teenage Girls
Screaming Meme's
****** Pinko's
Leftward Leaning
Vincent Price
Flo and Eddie
Rodger Rabbit
Priscilla Presley
Nuns in Habits
Dwarf's in Ponchos
Deadbeat Dads
Munching Nachos
Right-Wing Nut Jobs
Trading Slogans
A few Hero's
Including Hogan
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Buddhist Monks
With Electric Banjos
Holding Signs Up
Of Marlon Brando
Taxi Cabs
Blaring Show Tunes
Pregnant Women
Down-loading Soon
Derby Jockeys
Flying Monkeys
Kool-Aidholics
Skittle Junkies
Bozo The Clown
Bumper Stickers
Psychedelic
Crazed Toad Lickers
Rhinestone Cowboys
In their Skivvies
Gothic Girls
Heebie Jeebies
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Blue Haired Granny's
In pink Moo Moos
Ballerina's In
Tattered Tutus
Mathematician's
Number Crunchers
Even have Some
Out to Lunchers
Model 50's
Do *** Daddies
One More Round Of
Flo and Eddie
People Sneaking
Across the Border
Lonely Fry Cooks
Taking Orders
A Few Wannabes
Not Saying Much
Will The Real Elvis
Please Stand Up
Are just a few of the sights that you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Thank you...Thank you very Much
Ladies and Gentlemen
Elvis...Has Left The Building
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC