"senorita" poems
Camera, lights, action...
Wake up, get up and don't forget to stay up.
Sway n walk but remember not to drop,
this is what we are going to call fashion.
Bring your hips left to right, stand up tall
and try not to fright. Bright lights up in it,
cause every gentleman loves to stare as the
senorita walks up the stairs in her high stilettos.
Smell of fresh fabric and the grip of leather tights,
take it and wear it because tonight you're the Queen
of the ball baby, coming out through the dark light.
We want fashion, poise and something to call Sensuous.
Do the cat walk
Strike a pose and tip to your toes,
cause tonight is fashion.
Competitive looks and reading books, you know you're in
it for the game to win it.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
It's unfortunate that Parisians
Are very hard to bear,
In terms of flash obsequiousity,
They drive me to despair!
And patience is an attribute
I don't profess to have
To mercifully administer
When accents veer to Slav.
Baltics look like jellyfish,
The Germans are obscene
And loud and overbearing
But the Swiss are very clean.
Italians are a swarthy lot
Who gourmandize on food
And sacrifice their suavity
By being impudently crude.
The Spanish are no better,
In fact they are probably worse,
For obsessing in the blood sports
I actually rate them in reverse.
Starchiness is British
They're convoluted to the core,
The Old Boy system's lost it's sheen
Aspirants flock to it no more.
The Yanks are looking slightly crass
Whilst fighting foreign wars,
Their pinky held up squeaky clean
To call "foul" to China's flaws.
China sits inscrutably
Holding all the cards
Waiting for the moment
To strike beneath the guards.
India and Pakistan
Are squabbling like kids
The uproar over Kashmir
Rates them lower than the Yids.
The Yids are walking tightropes
With Iran's nuclear ******
Whilst currying Yank approval,
Eventual bombing is a must.
The Dutch behave so anally
They're always proven right
When faced with rigid negatives
They blanch with haunches tight.
But not the Argentineans
They love to dance and flirt,
To chase the senorita
Cavorting in the scarlet skirt.
The South Pacific's wallowing
They're adrift from World affairs
Oz's self preoccupation
Mirrors Kiwi's vacant stares.
Africa's way past comment
Lost to heat and dust,
Warfare, **** and pillage
And the rest decayed by rust.
Eskimos are OK
Clean living on the ice
The population static,
Zer-O pollution's nice!
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
14 April 2009
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 12:08 AM UTC
senorita
her name is ******
living in a half empty cup
under neath the stars
of a lofts stairs.
****** dances and dreams
wonders if life is all it seems
as its perceived,
questions her thoughts
traces her dreams
chases the feelings
that so desperatley brings ****** to her knees
perhaps there is a plan
maybe its all just a test
as ****** sips her cup
under the stairs
a man comes and says hey bonita como se llamo
****** she speaks softly and smiles
hola senorita he replys
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
Under the streetlight, covered by moonlight
I sat upon a bench, waiting to unite
took out my diary, flash-backed our memory
read all your letters, sunken in harmony
listening to the rain drops, took out my umbrella
reminisces your voice, how you call me senorita
buses after buses, all kind had gone by
still neither recieved a call nor a reply
thoughts in my head, ran a sec per mile
my brain submerged in doubt, but heart said to wait
someone took me in arms, hugged so tight
i trusted my heart, so was it you...
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
yeah, you're the hot one
there's not a moment when I don't
want you to come
come near and be undone
give me your all
give me your Ibiza
my senorita, what have you done
I have no heart and I'm on the run
I am a rock and you're the sun
shining brighter than anyone
and you say you're a lonely one
oh, you make me feel so guilty
always thinking of you now my mind
feels so filthy
come near and be undone
give me your all
give me your Ibiza
my senorita, what have you done
I have no heart and I'm on the run
I am a rock and you're the sun
shining brighter than anyone
and you say you're a lonely one
walking by and waking everyone
I know, I cannot be the only one..
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
i appear with boots and a saucy smile on
in the doorway while she's cooking the women
gossip over the sizzling pan of hot butter
under her heaving chest on the stove
i'm wearing a magic cape mimicking a windmill
with my bright pink ***** standing *****
big as a barn in the morning sun
lusting after dominance
fat and wrapped like a chorizo sausage
she sends a half-wave into my
direction of space and says--on the counter
i'm ******* an older latina lady with a chiquita banana
deep in my mother's kitchen with
the sticker on the tip of my **** for reference
as the sun dances and rises just
before pancake breakfast
her dank breath smells like
pollo broth and fiesta cigarettes
but her **** is wild soft and new
like a banana being peeled and sliced lengthwise
warm ***** hanging on either side
fat enough to be chewed on
psychedelic salsa blares
on the radio all morning
and i'm holding her skirt up to
reveal beautiful hips and thigh muscles so
i can **** her harder and faster
at her request
hands fly and the big bowl of
seeds spray downward in gravitational collapse
she's singing mexican gypsy secrets
with a cigarette lit and just hanging lopsided
off her lipsticked marshmallow lips
she's holding a yellow crayon in one hand
like she'll be scribbling notes shorthand
and dribbling cane syrup over my naked body
with the other as the floor begins shaking and
the walls shed plaster the cupboard doors creak
on their hinges and mom walks in the room looking at me
like i'm the crazy one
but the cataclysmic miracle is done
senorita is kneeling and wiping my ****
with an authentic mexican flag handkerchief
her sweat and my *** cooling on her thighs
working holes in her new blue kneesocks
and i'm re-zipping her dress over the
glistening expanse of her brown back
she stands trying to fix her freshly ****** hair and
we both light a cigarette try to forget the whole thing happened laughing at our secret as her cherry toes finally uncurl like an ember drifting in campfire smoke she just juts a hip out licks her lips again and smiles
"bueno."
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
i.
summer, with her golden
light and bluebell valleys
sweeps the senorita skies
and shady groves.
ii.
the sea rushes to the sand,
relentless waves surrender
crashing on the rocks
where the raucous gulls glide.
iii.
the moon-sky of summer’s
warm nights brings sweet dreams
and lavender fields, stars
of slumber, ropes of
gold thread like
embroidered silk.
iv.
the white clouds
woven from the rain
hide the sun which
waits for the blue inks
of a summer sky.
v.
small, the bird
painted
on the sky.
vi.
i am jealous of your legs,
crazy in love with your love,
swept up in your arms
while i wait for you to
claim me as your own.
love me i cry out,
i am yours, i am yours,
forever.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
The admiral of the U.S. fleet
was staring towards the shore.
A mob of people jammed the wharf.
He thought we were at war.
The good Mayor Paulo, of Monterrey
was waving with the rest.
He saw our large Pacific fleet
And, doubtless, was impressed.
The commodore made cannons roar
The impact shook the ground
By miracle no townsfolk died
And not one sailor drowned.
“Perhaps they are saluting us!”
The puzzled mayor said.
But when we put marines ashore
Such thoughts soon left his head.
That day we captured Monterrey
It was quite the feat of arms
We lost just one or two marines
to some Senorita’s charms.
The State Department soon put an end
To the splendid little war
And erstwhile foes departed friends
from the Mexicali shore.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
O my sweet senorita
I searched for true love
And I found you
When I’m in pain you are my balm
And in your ***** I find solace
One who keeps my heart blazing
To you will my heart beat all the way
For you are mine forever
As the succulent petals
Is your love to me, O! Sweet senorita
I shall not cease to **** from it
But will show it for people to see
What a sweet senorita you are
When from my eyes tears drops
At the touch of your hanky on my face
All the way I find solace
Am calm when in your ***** I lay
And to every other lady I’ll say nay
When with you I play
And with you I will stay
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
Waves from the beach match my waves for my drink
The waitress comes over and asks what’s my order
I said I can’t choose “I’m feeling like there’s clouds above me,
It’s been a rough few days and these double hotel rooms are bland and lonely.”
“Not a problem, sir. I know just what to get to make you feel *****
She comes back with a Hawaiian margarita.
It came with an umbrella which I set aside while saying thank you, Senorita.
I guzzled down the drink to reach the tequila faster,
But the wind picks up and it looks like a disaster.
I ask for one more, with the umbrella.
This fairy godmother returns with another margarita.
The buzz has transformed me like I’m Cinderella.
I leave a 20 at the table and walk towards the beach, ignoring the families with kids who all they do is screech.
Clutching both umbrellas, I walk to the shore
One of God’s many gifts for us to explore.
I never noticed how nice he made the decore.
Tequila is the only alcohol that’s an upper, or so I’ve been told.
But I enter the water even though it was cold
What happened next though was a story previously told,
My umbrellas caught air like Mary Poppins,
As I floated along the coast listening to Phil Collins.
The speakers down below blast the drum section from that one song,
And I stayed up there for I don’t know how long,
But when I descended,
My pain was suspended and my emotions were splendid.
So next time, when your mind feels cloudy and your thoughts are rowdy
Ask for a drink with an umbrella
You’ll soon find yourself smiling, cheesing more than mozzarella.
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 10:29 PM UTC
Take me home sweet senorita
Ride me on your wings
Flap your arms
Cause hurricanes
And watch them like Van Gogh would
With stars in our ears
Then send me down little ******
Along the Yangtze River banks
To flood my paddies and scythe my stalks
And feed the family waiting
Take me home weeping widow
Let me ride in the hole in your heart
Where the walls are decorated in photographs you were never in
Drop me in the heart of industry
Let me build to make my way
To build the home to which I walk
To build the table on which I will feed my family the spoils of a day in field
Take me home
Mother
Slide me between your arms
Show me where to go
Bring to me my family
Fed upon my table
In my house
With the harvest of my hands
Be the mother of my family
Make where you are, my home
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 10:42 AM UTC
Who art thou actually to me?
That is certainly a difficult question;
to which I might have been able not
to giveth a precise answer.
Thou who were yesterday a friend;
and who conversed even so casually
with me back then;
now hath so dearly caught me
and captivated me
that I am not sure of who thou art;
and what room doth thou possess
within th' very kingdom of my heart.
Ah, and tonight, at this very rigorous,
and laborious night
Thou lured and tempted me into thy charms;
and embraced me within thy friendly realms.
Oh, querida, how I want thee too much-
simply too much!
Mi carino, mi amor;
and in fairy tales, as they are supposed to be
Thou would be my senor
And my maiden self thy senorita.
Mi amor de la príncipe!
If only thou knoweth-of how much I desire thee!
But I was sure not-it was but seemingly
unforgivable uncertainty;
whilst thou sat there and laughed beside me;
and I gazed into those patient eyes of thine.
I love thee tenderly, as thou doth emerge
within my silent dreams;
I love thee dearly, as thou didst, tonight,
craved and shaped the wit
and wise sweetness of my heart.
Thou art no-one else but my fiery dreams;
ah, thou art the one I love-
the only one I love indeed!
Thou, with the music of thy soul so sweet,
which captured my emotions so swiftly;
and entangled my passion so sweetly.
Ah, tonight-just tonight,
how thou endorsed my feelings,
and cured my daring longings!
As though in a wakeful dream,
no matter absurd it may seem;
this I declare with unbearable-
yet steady sureness:
I would love thee, surely and tranquilly,
and I hope just that thou would love me
Just like thou art already inside me;
and just how fate hath so fiercely placed
this very dear heart of mine, within thee.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
She dances in circles,
Moving through the beat
In the hazy spanish heat.
Skirts fly, hungry eyes
Following her firm brown thighs
Pumping arms, and thumping feet
in the hazy spanish heat.
She dances with abandon
Lost and found, dizzy and wet
With a stranger she just met.
Hands clasped, waist grasped
Churning dust amidst a fevered lust,
Move the dance to tangled sheets,
In the hazy spanish heat.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
I'm in love with Juanita
From El Paso country song ...
Kiss me stronger, senorita,
Make my memories be gone.
To forget the northern beauty,
Who's cold heart is made of stone,
Kiss me stronger, Spanish cutie,
Give me love I missed so long.
Brown eyes so warm and tender,
Margaritaville from blender
Makes it easy to surrender,
Borrowing love from lovely lender.
Do not check my credit rating,
- I am all anticipating ...
Give me love that I am awaiting,
Make my loneliness abating!
Rambling rose from Spanish garden,
Do not let my heart to harden.
Harden only what can please,
- I am down on my knees.
I'm in love with Juanita
From El Paso country song ...
Kiss me stronger, senorita,
Make my memories be gone.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
On a JetBlue flight
from NYC
to Miami
Drowning in
my many woes
with inflight
***** and Salsa
music. Just
keep it coming
Senorita. I was
turning it up
before I touched
ground. I was
completely
wasted and had
crashed on the
entire flight. I
guess you ain't
suppose to drink
when you taking
meds and stressed
the hell out, while
traveling to one
of the hottest
places in the
world to party.
I awoke with a
throng in my head
and a wired
flight attendant
poking the hell
out my shoulder.
***** But somehow
in my confusion
I had lost my
Fedora hat.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
I blew in from the camino
like a wild tumbleweed,
the smell of iquana
hung around me
like a dark cloud
as I slumped onto
the barstool &
ordered a tequila
with the worm.
The mariachi was as loud
as thirty babies screaming,
I knew it wasn't me dreaming.
In the darkness & haze,
I used my dynamite-eyes
to scan the spinning room
& I caught Lupita looking.
We ended up
on the wilder side of town
that night,
I fought three banditos
and a chupacabra,
beat the snot out of all
of them.
If it wasn't for
this Betty Boop tattoo
on my ***
that classy senorita
would have married me,
lucky me.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
These are borrowed words
That my tongue didn't have
I love them because they are sweet
They dig across the beauty of my intelligence
Am worn if I fail to say it kindly
Mamacita, wrap your hands around my waist
And make me your golden belt
In walking side by side
The world will approve
I forgive for being too beautiful
But not for robbing my senses
I whistle in Spanish
For am sentenced by your ways
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
If, I were Indian
I would be A. P. J.
AbdulKalam
descendant son
And, to be
Gandhi's legatee
To marry a young
Nigerian senorita, to
give birth a pretty
And beautiful baby
To copy all I imitated
From my fore fathers
To lead Nigeria and, to
revolutionize the nation
To grow more than
Russia and to be
Like Saudi Arabia
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
one plus one is two.
Right?. Grass is green and sky is blue. Right?
You have to be up before you come down. Right ?
If I love you you have to love me too. Right? Right?. Smoking causes cancer
Liquor cooks your liver.
Stress Bums your ticker.
The world owes me for this that and the other.
If I have a cute face then You should let me La da da da.
Get real. No ticky, no washy.
Mommy kept you under wraps way past 21
Taped rose colored wrap-arounds real tight to your head.
Fed you spending account till it all turned red. Reality bites.
No Ticky No washy.
You had a nice ride all shinny and pimped.
Daddy said "son you have to learn to only
Claim what you earned" and now your ego has a limp.
And your cool got burned. Guess what Drama king.
No ticky no washy.
Pulled up to the Car wash to clean up your beater.
A little wax on wax of to be a bit neater.
pulled loose change from the tray just below the heater.
You came up one fifty short and cant pay the
Senorita.
Guess what Steve Jobs.
N.T.N.W.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
I went on a bike ride today, or at least I tried
I got a flat,
can you believe that.
Now I have to walk on back.
Which is west, which is best.
It was going to be downhill,
just like a roller coaster.
A picture that should be on a poster,
that says "Life is a Thrill!"
Not sure how many miles out I am, but the wind is picking up.
this bike ride turned out to be a sham.
Don't think I got any luck.
Maybe I'm just a shmuck
better hurry up,
cause I need to make up those miles I missed,
the girls I did not kiss, but wish I did.
No regrets is the mantra,
but is it followed,
or made hallowed?
Life can be an evil senorita.
Does this all make sense,
not sure if I know how to repent.
I never gave anything up for lent.
Instead of getting angry I get bent.
Just trying to make enough money to play rent.
**** that wind, it really picked up.
Guess I'll put on a hoodie,
cause I wouldn't want anyone to worry,
about me getting chilly.
Stop me if I begin to sound silly.
What a fail,
can't even ride a bike on a trail.
Still a fail
glad haven't been to jail.
not a fail.
No one has ever had to post bail.
Except I have definitely have bailed a couple of times,
maybe the reason I am trying to write intriguing rhymes.
Any chance you could forgive me of all my crimes.
I'll have on last smoke,
while I laugh at my life, which is a joke.
One thing is constant, giving you strife.
One day we can sit down and ****
Then I'll cut some vegetables with a knife,
and cook it with some egg yolks.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
Packing the car to find religion
the idea to leave town by mutual decision.
Load the fam and my senorita
check maps and head for Talimena
On the interstate rockin and groovin
music helps keep the miles movin
Headlights on as night is near
Shadows get thicker watch out for deer
Two green specs at the roadside, now six
a brown flash jumps by on sticks.
Always the does first , not the buck.
Hitting wildlife makes a weekend ****
Get to the motel very late
tomorrow's day with nature must wait.
A new day now we find Route One.
Talimena Drive a road built for fun.
The fall colors are vivid, the air is cool
It is timeless..today I'm nobody's tool.
Red,gold,crimson,yellow,orange,green
a world painted with so many colors seen.
A day blessed to spend in God's wonder.
to see Talimena before winter slumber
by Daniel Bottoms
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
senorita, his lover, my glass shards
it was one of the shortest nights when
he brought the bright girl-child
in slacks to the backyard
in a waning day, salty skin, mid-july
by the waters of lethe, he found his annabel Lee
he shivered when retracing the gleaming july
when i was forgotten and he was loving annabel lee
he knew anything would last forever in summer
but forever was wasted and short-lived
and so he walked her out and drove her home
and made me listen to their parting songs
oh, the radio hurts! change the station, please?
(no, said my man) and he kept on driving away from annabel lee
and so the song played through seven red lights
and i collected the shards and dust of his crushed heart
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
Girls Names
Hope stands eternal.
Faith is still lost.
Charity helps the needy.
El Liberte counts the cost.
Sophia my darling, you are simply charming;
Whilst Vivienne Westwood, is rather alarming.
Ruby Tuesday; Have you met Wednesday?
Fanny-Anne’s Mary Jane is of the highest quality.
Victoria Skinny; isn’t she a funny yummy mummy.
Posh? Oh gosh! No she’s not. She’s just interested in money.
Rosie! Oh **** you! This was brand new!
Now I’ll have to go and get changed thanks to Little Blue.
Pixie, Poppy, Penny and Missy,
Every single one of them a Jane Doe – Missing.
Serial Killer Cathy waits…
For Rachel and her friends, to bring Uma to their graves.
Charlotte is a harlot;
Emmanuelle has blown a pilot.
Suki ***** while Pamela just likes to ****
Demi is more than beautiful.
Holly is the curse of Christmas.
Go be jolly good Sally-Anne; get drunk and do a striptease.
Betty drives a Ford; insured of course.
While Jade is being a pain in the ******* ****
Veronica of ****** and Marilyn are snorting coke.
Senorita Angelina knows how to satisfy a bloke.
Dannii, Kylie; Kylie, Dannii.
Whichever way you say it; it still equals ****
Britney hit me, Christina slapped me
And I’m not telling you what Jennifer Low did.
Amy’s a drunk, she loves to whine.
Courtney’s a punk, like Skin Anansie.
To all the Girls who like to get high…
This is your final line… It’s simply Divine.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
It's been twenty minutes.
And I'm still staring at the last words you sent me
Floating in that little green bubble.
My thumb is broken again
It's been hovering over the "H" but I can't seem to get it to go.
You've done this before! Come on, man. Just say it
"Hey there :)" No.
"Hallooo" NO.
"Hola senorita...." What? No
"Hi, so I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and I love your smile and miss seeing it and since you've been gone all I can do to fall asleep is keep a glass next to my bed, and a bottle and
I know you hate when I drink, I know but it's the only thing that makes my mind float the way you used to before I closed my eyes and it's the only thing that stops me from waking up hoping to hear you breathing and even the pounding in my temples the next morning reminds me of you shaking me straight and saying I told you so and so I cherish it. Okay? Anyway...ummm...yeah I hope you're doing okay. Are you?...."
No.
I wonder what she's doing. I don't think I'll ever know. My thumb is broken again.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
The Puerto Rican
Senorita in
The room above as
A cute *** Henry
Thinks, as he watches
Her sway upstairs to
Her room, giving him
A smile and turn of
Her dark haired head. She
Has no marido
Yet, although he’s seen
The occasional
Man walk up to her
Room some nights. He hears
Her walk across the
Floor above, sometimes
She dances to the
Music from her cheap
Hifi, tangos or
Sambas that Latin
American stuff
He’s heard before, and
He imagines her
Dancing, her short skirt
Rising, her lovely
Legs showing, her cute
*** moving from side
To side, and he can
Only imagine
What else she does when
The men come and the
Dancing stops and the
Music falls silent.
Then he just lies there
On his bed smoking,
Watching the smoke rise
And a phantom of
The senorita
Dancing naked there
Before tired eyes.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC