"varrio" poems - Hello Poetry

Todo lo ves rifando uno tres Un padre entre el desmadre El varrio de los pobres Nunca tuvimos dinero El meromero ser primero Siempre seguir adelante Controlando el bolante No caer para ver mi progreso Tambien aumentar el ingreso No soy un pinchi menso Porque que cres no me venso Alcontrario con la mente yo pienso Me voy recio miro hacia enfrente Combirtiendome en el presidente No son simple mentiras Puro polvo es lo que respiras Esclavitud es todo lo que tu miras No lo cres en la noche sal y talves Del mes ya despues de las tres Muchos mueren otros pierden La vida sigue rolando altanto En las calles caminando Soy commando con el mando Con patadas te mando volando A putasos y zintadazos Te dejo tirado pisado a un lado Carajo no sabias yo nunca me rajo Te rompo las berijas y los labios Te tumbo las orejas y manos Pa que veas te quebro los dientes No seas culo para que no mientas Me aseguro que todo lo sientas Te llene la frente de sangre roja Y los ojos morados bien cortados Hinchados como un pinchichango Mi despedida sera mi ultima salida Te lleno de plumas como gallina Un maricon dejandote en el rincon Llorando como la grand vieja Te llamaran dona siega la ballunca Que no se te cruze en mente nunca

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC

HeartBroken76

I'm Hood (Spanish Version)

Todo lo ves rifando uno tres Un padre entre el desmadre El varrio de los pobres Nunca tuvimos dinero El meromero ser primero Siempre seguir adelante Controlando el bolante No caer para ver mi progreso Tambien aumentar el ingreso No soy un pinchi menso Porque que cres no me venso Alcontrario con la mente yo pienso Me voy recio miro hacia enfrente Combirtiendome en el presidente No son simple mentiras Puro polvo es lo que respiras Esclavitud es todo lo que tu miras No lo cres en la noche sal y talves Del mes ya despues de las tres Muchos mueren otros pierden La vida sigue rolando altanto En las calles caminando Soy commando con el mando Con patadas te mando volando A putasos y zintadazos Te dejo tirado pisado a un lado Carajo no sabias yo nunca me rajo Te rompo las berijas y los labios Te tumbo las orejas y manos Pa que veas te quebro los dientes No seas culo para que no mientas Me aseguro que todo lo sientas Te llene la frente de sangre roja Y los ojos morados bien cortados Hinchados como un pinchichango Mi despedida sera mi ultima salida Te lleno de plumas como gallina Un maricon dejandote en el rincon Llorando como la grand vieja Te llamaran dona siega la ballunca Que no se te cruze en mente nunca

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A screaming pierces the serenity of the river valley. Overturned wreck of a car and splattered, shattered, scattered glass. A fresh-cut gouge in the dirt embankment where he clipped it and in retaliation it flipped him on his roof. He staggers from the chaos moaning not from pain, but from the Jaeger, Keystone, and regret of totaling his mother's car. He flees the scene with his homies, his fellow drunken cronies and the witnesses are left behind, scratching heads and raising brows. I among them contemplate the carnage and I try remembering a different time, ten years ago or so... This place used to be so beautiful before the partiers and potheads and Varrio Locos took it over. Shallow waters filled with algae drifts and interspersed with boulder bridges. Sandy beaches, nature trails, wild grapes, and fishing holes. The last free-flowing, undammed, undamned river in the state... Now it's bloated with beer and blood and bad decisions. Not a bare rock face remains, each one caked up in graffiti makeup. And the air, once frequented by the heady scent of sycamore is far too thick with marijuana anymore. Santa Margarita, choking on smoke and dope and disrespect, once my heart and home and refuge, now and forever a cheapened wasteland.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC

mydissonance

Santa Margarita

A screaming pierces the serenity of the river valley. Overturned wreck of a car and splattered, shattered, scattered glass. A fresh-cut gouge in the dirt embankment where he clipped it and in retaliation it flipped him on his roof. He staggers from the chaos moaning not from pain, but from the Jaeger, Keystone, and regret of totaling his mother's car. He flees the scene with his homies, his fellow drunken cronies and the witnesses are left behind, scratching heads and raising brows. I among them contemplate the carnage and I try remembering a different time, ten years ago or so... This place used to be so beautiful before the partiers and potheads and Varrio Locos took it over. Shallow waters filled with algae drifts and interspersed with boulder bridges. Sandy beaches, nature trails, wild grapes, and fishing holes. The last free-flowing, undammed, undamned river in the state... Now it's bloated with beer and blood and bad decisions. Not a bare rock face remains, each one caked up in graffiti makeup. And the air, once frequented by the heady scent of sycamore is far too thick with marijuana anymore. Santa Margarita, choking on smoke and dope and disrespect, once my heart and home and refuge, now and forever a cheapened wasteland.

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She is so firme in her style in her life. She comes from a familia Pachucos and Pachuca she's living in culture. She's a firme hyna in the streets in EL Chuco. Every Vato riding in there Ranfla playing those oldies rola in the radio. She was raised and taught by her Jefita and by her Jefito and specially by her grandparents of the ways to be the perfect loyal honest Street Smart Pachuca. She lived in the varrio that were so many winos and tecatos. Mostly everyday in the early hours in the morning afternoon to the evening till the sun sets almost 24/7 there is always somebody getting hurt and there is always tira around the Varrio. The nights with smell like grifo.She becoming a True Firme Pachuca she is also aguas in the Varrio. She never back down from a fight but she never lost a fight. She always had young vatos and zafado ruco always looking at her and always trying to ask her out on dates. So kindly say no thank you but she always had eyes for a younger Vato same age as her. She was all in love with this one Vato. This Vato was well-known he had the baddest Bomba in EL CHUCO. Every Sunday she'll go to the cruise on Texas Street known as The Heritage Cruise where all the lowriders and all the Pachucos go and represent. Every time she sees this Young Vato her eyes would light up the night sky. She loved his Style so much she never said a word to anybody she was so in love with him. He had noticed her so many times the way she dresses the way she walks the way she talks the way she represents as a classy Pachuca. She was always into Ranfla and Bomba since she was a little girl. Her grandfather her father taught her to fix and paint cars. But she love those classic old style cars especially those Lowrider cars. Every September in El Chuco there's always the greatest car show we're all cars classics bikes a family events in the park. she loved going to Lincoln Park.. It was a family tradition from generation two generation to go to the show. She knew the man that she loved would be there......To be continued part 1

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Sep 1, 2017

Sep 1, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC

armando-nathan-saenz

The Unknown Pachuca

She is so firme in her style in her life. She comes from a familia Pachucos and Pachuca she's living in culture. She's a firme hyna in the streets in EL Chuco. Every Vato riding in there Ranfla playing those oldies rola in the radio. She was raised and taught by her Jefita and by her Jefito and specially by her grandparents of the ways to be the perfect loyal honest Street Smart Pachuca. She lived in the varrio that were so many winos and tecatos. Mostly everyday in the early hours in the morning afternoon to the evening till the sun sets almost 24/7 there is always somebody getting hurt and there is always tira around the Varrio. The nights with smell like grifo.She becoming a True Firme Pachuca she is also aguas in the Varrio. She never back down from a fight but she never lost a fight. She always had young vatos and zafado ruco always looking at her and always trying to ask her out on dates. So kindly say no thank you but she always had eyes for a younger Vato same age as her. She was all in love with this one Vato. This Vato was well-known he had the baddest Bomba in EL CHUCO. Every Sunday she'll go to the cruise on Texas Street known as The Heritage Cruise where all the lowriders and all the Pachucos go and represent. Every time she sees this Young Vato her eyes would light up the night sky. She loved his Style so much she never said a word to anybody she was so in love with him. He had noticed her so many times the way she dresses the way she walks the way she talks the way she represents as a classy Pachuca. She was always into Ranfla and Bomba since she was a little girl. Her grandfather her father taught her to fix and paint cars. But she love those classic old style cars especially those Lowrider cars. Every September in El Chuco there's always the greatest car show we're all cars classics bikes a family events in the park. she loved going to Lincoln Park.. It was a family tradition from generation two generation to go to the show. She knew the man that she loved would be there......To be continued part 1

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They're killing each other outside in a bullet barrage as I write this from my varrio garage... Stupid turf wars 'tween rival gangs Shoot em up bang bang bang....bang, bang, bang.... Here come the jura looking for rats... alleys are full of stray tomcats The ghetto bird hoovers Infrared light.... here come the pigs looking for a fight.... This is what I witness every Single night

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Sep 16, 2018

Sep 16, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

The Norwalk & Artesia Zoo

They're killing each other outside in a bullet barrage as I write this from my varrio garage... Stupid turf wars 'tween rival gangs Shoot em up bang bang bang....bang, bang, bang.... Here come the jura looking for rats... alleys are full of stray tomcats The ghetto bird hoovers Infrared light.... here come the pigs looking for a fight.... This is what I witness every Single night

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When I Die I Wanna Die In My Varrio When I Die I Wanna Freeze All These Busters When I Die I'm Taking My Son With Me When I Die I'm Going Straight To The Sky Dog

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC

HeartBroken76

Conejo

When I Die I Wanna Die In My Varrio When I Die I Wanna Freeze All These Busters When I Die I'm Taking My Son With Me When I Die I'm Going Straight To The Sky Dog

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My name is Antoine Nunez....I am an Iron dog and Scorpio...born in Queens NYC in 1970. I wear my pain and faults like a badge. I love ferociously and ferociously defend what I love. I make no excuses for who I am though I am not always proud of what I've done. I am Colombian American. I live in a garage with my dog Domino. I have had material wealth and success and all it brought about was stress. I sling a hammer. I have friends in all corners of the world that I would defend with my life. I am a loner...no girl no kids no ex no wife. I live by the motto better alone than in bad company. I have given my heart thrice ...the first two ******* 12 years from my life. This last I was sure would be my wife. I am not ugly though not Adonis. My beauty isn't physical....as I'm in the twilight of my life.. it's what's in my mind...the person that this smooth and bumpy road has fashioned....that make me who I am. I don't hide...have no need to lie. What you see is what you get...the mountains where I run to cry don't care about my height. My name is Antoine Nunez....i don't want to fight....so I'll let you all know everything to make it easy to take my life. My name is Antoine Nunez and on any God given day you can try to ***** me at the corner of my block in the varrio....165th St. and Norwalk Blvd. Norwalk, CA Or you can come for just a hug.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

Me

My name is Antoine Nunez....I am an Iron dog and Scorpio...born in Queens NYC in 1970. I wear my pain and faults like a badge. I love ferociously and ferociously defend what I love. I make no excuses for who I am though I am not always proud of what I've done. I am Colombian American. I live in a garage with my dog Domino. I have had material wealth and success and all it brought about was stress. I sling a hammer. I have friends in all corners of the world that I would defend with my life. I am a loner...no girl no kids no ex no wife. I live by the motto better alone than in bad company. I have given my heart thrice ...the first two ******* 12 years from my life. This last I was sure would be my wife. I am not ugly though not Adonis. My beauty isn't physical....as I'm in the twilight of my life.. it's what's in my mind...the person that this smooth and bumpy road has fashioned....that make me who I am. I don't hide...have no need to lie. What you see is what you get...the mountains where I run to cry don't care about my height. My name is Antoine Nunez....i don't want to fight....so I'll let you all know everything to make it easy to take my life. My name is Antoine Nunez and on any God given day you can try to ***** me at the corner of my block in the varrio....165th St. and Norwalk Blvd. Norwalk, CA Or you can come for just a hug.

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I take it back... there's at least one thing to see and hear in the Varrio on my block..... Eli the poet who's 10 times been shot. His philosophy resounds with me and I must give him credit for at least two or three. . . Pearls of wisdom that Mellifluously flew from his mouth... inspired by something deep in his soul that had to come out which my hand snatched from his air to pencil as poetry and to all of you reroute

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

The Varrio 2

I take it back... there's at least one thing to see and hear in the Varrio on my block..... Eli the poet who's 10 times been shot. His philosophy resounds with me and I must give him credit for at least two or three. . . Pearls of wisdom that Mellifluously flew from his mouth... inspired by something deep in his soul that had to come out which my hand snatched from his air to pencil as poetry and to all of you reroute

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Death you ***** can't do your job? I'll tell you why...because I command you ..I am Devil and God! Come get me if you can I'm on the corner waiting in the Varrio.

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC

truth-1

Coward

Death you ***** can't do your job? I'll tell you why...because I command you ..I am Devil and God! Come get me if you can I'm on the corner waiting in the Varrio.

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