Elena (Twice Raped)
Born 1830 'Elena De Magdalena' in Mexico
Was kidnapped by Comanches at age nine or ten
At 13 she married a war chief named Ebi Pui
She was seen by Comanchero traders now n' then
At age 18 Elena was rescued by Mexican soldiers
Who had surprised her captors one early morn
She was taken back to her Mexican family
Where she was met with disdain n' with scorn
'Why did you not fight them or kill yourself'
Elena's grandfather said in a loud cry
She answered;
'Grandfather sometimes it takes,
More courage to live than to die'
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Mexican Divorce
(burt bacharach/bob hilliard)
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
Down below el paso lies juarez
Mexico is different, like a travel folder says
Cross the rio grande and you will find
An old adobe house
Where you leave your past behind
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Takes no time, for you to get
A mexican divorce
As I came into this lonely house last night
I looked at all my windows but I couldnt find one light
I found you on that road to mexico
And now, my love, I beg
Please, oh, please, dont go
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
Finding love takes so long
Walking out must be wrong
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Its a sin for you to get a mexican divorce
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Mexican Blood
She was a mexican girl, she had mexican blood
I seen it the night that she died
She was a mexican girl, she had mexican blood
Oh how she could drive that mexican boy wild
Hes on the run near el paso
And hell cross all across america
Hes leaving behind old mexico
And his girl that pretty mexican girl that died
She had mexican blood
He was a mexican boy with a mexican smile
And he drank a little tequila
He was a mexican boy in a mexican town
And oh how he loved his young senorita
Now and then hed cross the rio grande
And hed come back a wanted hunted man
And his mexican girl was his mexican prize
And that girl was his girl that pretty mexican girl that died
She had mexican blood
He was a cowboys boy and a cowboys son
And on his side he had a gun
He was a cowboys boy, he was the law
He was out looking for someone
That night he rode into town
The mexican boy tried to gun him down
Thats when his heart broke up inside cause lying on the ground
Was his girl that pretty mexican girl, she died
She had mexican blood
He loved her and she loved him
And when he lost her
Oh how it hurt him
He loved her
I seen it the night she died
Thats when he lost her
Now his heart is broken
He loved her and she loved him
And when he lost her he lost everything
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Mexican Pride Baby! ! !
It's mexican pride all day every day you live you eat you breath that mexican live.it's that mexican pride that keeps us alive. a mexican is a mexican with pride if your disgraced about your race then you must not see the wonders about being what you are you stand tall next to your kind and see your self as the one at the top. That mexican pride must run in your veins its life so live it all till your lying in your grave mexican pride is forever its a forever kind thing.
*MEXICAN PRIDE*
*UNIDOS PARA SIEMPRE*
poem by Bianca Garcia
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Peace
What stops the heart
of soldiers
to speak about own love?
I dared to try
one answer
may be the army's
gaining faults?
They twist
the people's need
for love
and switch toward
a single word:
! ! ! ' kill '! ! !
..the hardest thing
to do as job
for any human
being..
poem by Elena Sandu
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Dads Bad News
Dont believe a word your grandfather says
Hes been classified grade a psycotik
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun
Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you
The story spoken is a story unheard
By you so listen cause its unbelievable
A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned
This certain trait has been a family tradition
No simple way to tell you son
We share the same red tainted blood
Im gonna kill me, youre gonna kill you
Killing you
Dont believe a word your grandfather says
Dont believe a word your grandfather says
Dont believe a word your grandfather says
Hes a psycotik, grade a psycotic
song performed by by NOFX
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Mexicans
Mexicans are brown
That’s my race
So don’t mess around
Mexican Pride
I will not disagree
My Mexican blood flows with ease
Through thick and thin til the day I die.
Our Mexican flag up in the sky
I yell this poem louder than the rest
Cuz everyone knows Mexicans are G’s
Mexican Pride is on my mind
Mexican blood in my veins
So step aside and let us through
Cuz it’s the Mexican Crew
Lifes messed up and you die alone
But if your one of us you die with pride.
poem by Jessica Hernandez
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My awareness
I know when the Taj Mahal was built.
When did my grandfather build my house?
I know when King Asoka was born.
When was my grandfather born?
I know the world history, not my family history.
21.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A random morning~not a poem
How many people like what they see in a mirror? How many times do we strike a pose there trying to look better? The best changes are brought by a straight posture and a smile. See? Look how different you are. All the things you hate at yourself are not so hideous as before, now you learn to live with your big nose those new wrinkles or freckles or rebellious hair or wide cheeks or whatever else is. A light, it comes from the inside. Close your eyes, smiling. Let Kindness grow, to cover all of your skin. All of you. Think of a rose. It has a lot of beauty but also thorns. Try not to sting with your thorns but enchant with the beauty of your smile. After you've done that in the mirror, and within yourself, you are ready to face your day. Good Morning! Chin up, keep your smile, feel free to face the world trying to have a happy day! No matter what, no matter how the day ends the least, this morning, I have tried, right?
April,2012 Elena
poem by Elena Sandu
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Smile
Smile is my best friend!
Wish I could always keep him close
But sometimes, like a precious rose
He dies to early for no reason
And that, after being spledid for an entire season!
poem by Elena Sandu
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My Mexican Mellow Moon
to Roger! who will always be my mexican mellow moon
he soothes and cares, he makes me laugh
my mexican mellow moon
he looks after me and cheers while poking my tummy
my mexican mellow moon
he's eccentric and weird, my very good friend
my mexican mellow moon
don't think about leaving, my heart will be broken
my mexican mellow moon
i'll always remember my buddy forever
my mexican mellow moon
I have no regrets. I don't believe in looking back. What I am proudest of? Working really hard... and achieving as much as I could.
quote by Elena Kagan
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The Mean Hunter
my grandfather still bend in his mattress
when we wake up
we as his grandchilds
have to leave the job
because with the job
live to become more having a meaning
my grandfather remain
to do not want to wake up
when evening
when we come home the
grandfather gived a smile and enquire to us
Have you grasp that meaning
we at a time reply
not yet
grandfather kept quiet, but at his hearts
remain to hunt the meaning
what he not yet earn also
by himself, in the corner of silent
poem by Prasetya Utama
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To meet with love
Look on me and give your hand
We can to go along the street
This time to dreams, my autumn friend,
Let our love call us to meet.
Here hear we now the song of bird
And golden sunset blinds our eyes
Wondrous love without regret
We can to fly to autumn skyes.
I will believe that winter's ice
Don't can to touch our fragile hearts
The autumn gold it's higher price
So step by step, from paths to paths.
We go through ligt our autumn days
I see your look and hold your hand,
To meet with love on famous place
Here always autumn, without the end. 28/09/2009
From the collection ' Autumn Poems '
poem by Elena Shlaferman Elena Shlaferman
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The Eater
The break of time,
at dawn,
a baby boy cries
under a tree of pine.
Around,
no other breath of man.
He cried long nights
loud, very loud.
Let's guess:
all the wilderness
could have no rest？！
They tried not to mind
the round eyes
noisy brat,
during the day time
loud, loud cries
also were no less..
But:
when the 6-th evening came
they all felt tired
and very sad,
depressed,
badly needed back
a silent time to rest
minds bodies and souls
..lost.. in one quest...
So they invoked
a public assembly
to discuss of how
to deal with 'it'
Some were afraid
he would disturb whole
peace of the entire Earth.
One said:
-Let him cry to death
another's take:
-But what if it takes
much longer time?
-Aahh! ! I already want to kill myself
please have mercy of my soul
stop that ugly voice
a huge Black Bear mumbled.
A Flower's bud:
-But I like his voice
to me like music sounds.
A Worm:
-mmm such a yummy smell
to me it rings
some bells.
-Stop it! To you
anything feels like food
What wouldn't you try to gulp on?
asked an old Fox.
-Guns! Bombs! Nuclear staff plastics
robots games and many more
answered the Worm...
-All right then,
said the Tree of Pine
-Let's make this child
to hunt those down,
on them to feed.
Of hunger he shall never
cry again and then
the good quiet times,
back we may have.
poem by Elena Sandu
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Mexico Blues
Mexican children
All your emotions are running high
And I can feel it by talking to you
Mexican children
There are rays on the weather
But it never rain on you
Mexican children
But remember that you have to be strong
And to learn to say no
Mexican children
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Christmas Present
Your eyes, now close
open the heart
I'll send my love,
Don't froze!
Love, do never fight
just..let it be..
..Recieve..
Then, filled
don't send it back
To others,
those in need
as little present
would you try to wrap
and share it, please?
poem by Elena Sandu
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The Old Family Picture
In the old
black-and-white
family picture,
I see
great grandfather
dead drunk
with his hat
slightly skewed.
In the same old
black-and-white
family picture,
I see
grandfather
as drunk as
his father is
with his hat
also slightly skewed.
Father fools
great grandfather
and grandfather
with his rice-washed-water
as the good old home-made
Makoli.
They all believe him.
1996
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Questions.. or.. Answers?
No, I could never be a queen
because
A beggar was I born to be?
I could never be a winner
because
born was I to be the loser?
I could never be in a happy craze
because
cries were meant for my days?
But! I still have laughter and smiles to share
for sure, hey:
remainings maybe, of a happy cave?
poem by Elena Sandu
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A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, "I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one. The grandson asked him, Which wolf will win the fight in your heart? The grandfather answered, The one I feed.
Love Me Now
Yesterday came back my solitude
Which through the night to brings me our days
Where the warm sea and he smiles,
Happy evening with blue stars,
Cool rain and kindly love again.
Love me now, love me now,
This is beautiful night to remember
Love me now, love me now,
This is where our romantic september
And two lonely people in the dance,
And the birds with this autumn's romance
Love me now, love me now,
Lover friend...
Eyes to eyes and hand to hand.
And somebody takes me by the hand
In old mirror I see amusing face,
But you can tell me once more
When comes memory to the door,
I regret, what part with love so sad.
Love me now, love me now,
This is beautiful night to remember
Love me now, love me now,
This is where our romantic september
And two lonely people in the dance,
And the birds with this autumn's romance
Love me now, love me now,
Lover friend...
Eyes to eyes and hand to hand.
poem by Elena Shlaferman Elena Shlaferman
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