Under The Banana Tree
under the banana tree
juan
waited for the
magic pebble
to fall
for him to swallow
on the belief
that
he will turn
into
an invisible
juan
the whole
night
he dreamt
that the
magic pebble
landed
on his mouth
wide open
by an unknown
spell
juan
turned into
a banana
tree
and all
the neighbors
his parents
mourned
for him
at least
one thing
sure
happened
he floated
turned
himself
an
invisible
juan
and he
looks
at all of
them
somewhere
from the
top
they call
it
heaven
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On this night
On this night of a thousand stars
Let me take you to Heaven's door
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song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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Piel Canela
Skin like cinnamon,
Hair raven black.
Softly purring,
And arching her back.
Laying on sheets,
So sparkling white,
Writhing in ecstasy,
And her own delight.
My dusky sorceress,
I'm enchanted it seems,
Every night just past Midnight,
I love you in my dreams.
Don Juan Tenorio
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Egalité
Juan Lanas, el mozo de esquina,
es absolutamente igual
al Emperador de la China:
los dos son el mismo animal.
Juan Lanas cubre su pelaje
con nuestra manta nacional;
el gran magnate lleva un traje
de seda verde excepcional.
Del uno cuidan cien dragones
de porcelana y de cristal;
Juan Lanas carga maldiciones
y gruesos fardos por un real,
pero si alguna mandarina
siguiendo el instinto sexual
al Emperador se avecina
en el traje tradicional
que tenía nuestra madre Eva
en aquella tarde fatal
en que se comieron la breva
del árbol del Bien y del Mal,
y si al mismo Juan una Juana
se entrega por modo brutal
y palpita la bestia humana
en un solo espasmo sexual,
Juan Lanas, el mozo de esquina,
es absolutamente igual
al Emperador de la China:
los dos son el mismo animal.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Juan Tripp was a friend. Good name for an airline man, huh? Juan Tripp after another?
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He was a publisher. The new Police
Have neater ways of bringing men to book,
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Accused of storming through that placed nook
At practically any pace you please.
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An old bearded dude from Havana,
Tried unsuccessfully to smoke a banana.
So he switched to cigars,
Amidst hardy, har, hars,
Of the prime minister in the cabana.
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Juan Hernandez was an actor out of New York, but what made Juan so great and what made Omar so great was that they both already knew how to box, so we didn't have to take them into a gym and teach them how to throw a left jab.
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Making Love In A Parked Car
Making love in a parked car,
Out under the stars.
Fogging up the windows,
Is the best by far.
Always the chance,
That your gonna get caught.
As passers by glance,
Whether they see you or naught.
Rocking the car,
Till people think it's possessed.
Till they hear the moans,
And they smile cause they guessed.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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Plain Citizen Juan De La Cruz
he thinks he is part of the government,
correct,
he is part of the people whom the government taxed
taking his money
and later some of his property, his chicken, his pig, his carabao
his plow,
then the government enters into war
plain juan de la cruz becomes the soldier
killing another soldier
in the killing fields in the mine fields he will soon lose his arm
if not both his feet
plain juan de la cruz
then the rebels come, the insurgents, the belligerents
juan de la cruz is not in his house
his wife and children are now the pawns
the victims
the servants
the wife cooks for the comrades the child runs to the nearby store
to buy cigarettes and liquour
then they too will ask for the chicken, the pigs, the carabao,
the rice and some vegetables and beans and
a little money to support their cause
plain juan de la cruz
plain citizen, will he survive the war on both sides?
let us have a sandwich
for a metaphor, this poem looks like it,
plain de la cruz is in between
and he has no choice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All Women Are Beautiful
All women are beautiful,
I can attest to that.
There are no skinny women,
And none that are fat.
No matter what color,
They are gorgeous to me.
Just like a rainbow,
That beckons to me.
Men certainly are fools,
To pass women by.
They're so stuck on themselves,
That you can't deny.
And I look, at every single one,
And see what they need.
All women like fun,
You just meet their needs.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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Magic Mystic Light
Magic is the mystic glow,
Of the full moon's radiant light.
And though it rises ever slow,
From the sky it shines so bright.
There is a certain magic in the moon,
With clouds streaming across it's face.
As you stare it makes you swoon,
In it's magical embrace.
Illuminating everything at night,
Like a Goddess in he sky.
With her magic mystic light,
Blessing her children from on high.
7/27/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Banana Tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
There is a monkey
Up
There
He is
Eating Banana
Monkey
Monkey
I am hungry
Also
I tell
him
I make
sings
with my
Hands
to tell
him to share
it with me
He covers his
Eyes with his hands
And gigles
So I keep on trying
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Tra La La Song
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
One banana, two banana
Three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch
And so do many more
Over hill and highway
The banana buggies go
Comin' on to bring you
The Banana Splits Show
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Four banana, three banana
Two banana, one
All bananas playing in the bright warm sun
Flippin' like a pancake, poppin' like a cork
Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper an' Snork
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Two banana, four banana
One banana, three
Swingin' like a bunch of monkeys
Hangin' from a tree
Hey there everybody
Won't you come along and see
How much like banana splits
Everyone can be
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Calistan
I took three days to drive down one street
The radio on, tuned to the big fleet
Invisible planes are cracking the concrete
Thats just what some people say
I put down my blanket on cigarette butt beach
I saw the old man, he was doing ok
Hes making his last stand
On old bottles and cans
round there, calistan way
Used to be sixteen lanes
Used to be nuevo spain
Used to be juan wayne
Used to be mexico
Used to be navajo
Used to be yippy-ay-i-dont know
Went in from the weather when I got wheezy
I play some pachinko I play pachisi
And st. anne is still making it breezy
In the valley of tar that once was l.a.
And my best friend hes the king of karaoke
He struck up a chord and he took it away
Out of the pan
And into japan
round there, calistan way
Used to be sixteen lanes
Used to be juan wayne
Used to mexican
Used to be espano nuevo
Used to navajo
Used to be yippie-ay-i-dont know
song performed by by Frank Black
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Hey Soos
In a black and white
1960's television episode of
the western 'Rawhide'
was hidden
a small scene
in which a
young Mexican cowboy
from Austin, Texas
named Jesus
and a saddleboy
from Chihuahua, Mexico
named Juan
who was rescued
from the Camancheros Indians
when he was seven years old
and both Juan and Jesus
are standing together
posted as lookouts
in an abandoned fort
comparing notes
on their lives
and the three surprising things are
they both get along
and both get to stay alive
by the end of the episode
(even with Clint Eastwood in the script..,)
and the only problem
I have
with this historical portrait
is that they spell the cowboys names
as
Hey Soos
poem by Oscar Mireles
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Deportee
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's 600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
My father's own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
They rode the truck til' they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
No, all they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Pebble Justice
he picks up a pebble
and throws it into the sea
from a cliff
he asks: this is not a place
for pebbles
so this is not a pebble
i will return it to the sea
and be with the sands
and shells and
waves and winds
and seaweeds
and crabs
does he not wonder at all
if he has the power to decide where a pebble must be?
sometimes people assume so much
behaving like a god
must he think a little deeper and realize
that what is proper for the people is not proper for a pebble
that pebbles too have minds of their own
and who know if the same pebble to thinks
that the cliff is not the place of man
assuming to be its own god?
must he be considerate enough that pebbles too have
their own invisible feet
and well developed brains
and that when the man throws it into the sea
on the ground only of
impropriety
that the pebble may have objected it vehemently and could have
used its own hidden powers
but only that it did not show it
by reason of pity that this man
is so dumb
and so limited
in the flesh of its
own selfish
understanding?
does he not know that a pebble too demands respect
have privacy
and soon shall take its
inevitable revenge?
'bury mankind! they have thrown us away
without our consent' that is their clamor now
in their own
Pebble Court using their Pebble law
to be judged later
by their Pebble Magistrates.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From Rochdale To Ocho Rios
From rochdale to ocho rios
From ocho rios to dorking
From dorking its back to rochdale
From rochdale to ocho rios
You spend half your life in transit
But thats just the way God plans it
Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas
Thats all you need
Tried to get a flight out to san juan
But air jamaica dont fly on sunday
Gotta get a flight out to san juan
Because I wanna see the mama and the papa
When I look into your blue eyes
I bend the truth but I never tell you lies
I need my lover, I need your care
Understandings not enough to make it fair
From rochdale to ocho rios
From ocho rios to dorking
From dorking its back to rochdale
From rochdale to ocho rios
Asleep in a stream of sunlight
Awake in a dream at midnight
Im rushing to wait for jumbo
Oh where am I now
Tried to get a flight out to san juan
But air jamaica dont fly on sunday
Gotta get a flight out to san juan
Because I wanna see the mama and the papa
A dressing room so far from home
A corridor with a broken telephone
I wanna call but I got to go
The curtains up and its time to do the show
Show time!
I just got in to the city
Yeah, its so insane
But the man with the suitcase
Is on the road again
Tried to get a flight out to san juan
But air jamaica dont fly on sunday
Gotta get a flight out to san juan
Because I wanna see the mama and the papa
Asleep in a stream of sunlight
Awake in a dream at midnight
Im rushing to wait for jumbo
Oh where am I now
You spend half your life in transit
But thats just the way God plans it
Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas
Thats all you need
Everybody sing!
From rochdale to ocho rios
From ocho rios to dorking
From dorking its back to rochdale
Oh where are we now
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Deportee (Plaine Wreck At Los Gatos)
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
Youre flying them back to the mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
But its 600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
My fathers own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
They rode the truck til they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
No, all they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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