Cuban Poems - Poems about Cuban

Mojito Conjuring When the bruja in the red dress sends me out this time, it is for the taste of sour oranges and garlic. Once, when I plied her with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey, she coiled the smoke, said that I was still feral and untamed, sent me out for sugar so that I could learn my true name. Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,...

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Five-and-Ten, a ‘Mom-and-Pop’ just down the road Ye olde-fashioned ice cream shoppe Round the corner a little bit an old barber’s pole Enjoy the flavor of candy-cane wit Near the station, a musty news-stand ...

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But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown. Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down. Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town. I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown. You have such a sparkle, a...

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I’m from the smell of cafe con leche dancing around the house and los primos already full of energy in the backyard. I’m from guava and cream cheese crackers for breakfast and the constant sound of abuela saying “come mas mi vida”, I’m from the smell of fabuloso and mama’s radio never failing to wake the family up on...

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*****Freedom for Cubans!***** Under Communism's cold rule~ My heart knows them well! As their teacher, they showed respect! The most outanding ethnic group, Whoever put me on the front page of the Cuban newspaper. To keep me in their Andersonville area school. They were so very outraged, “MAESTRA ROMiOS,” the large block print said. I was never so...

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Music drifts down into the dim allies A rhythm tune coming from every home. Filled with the laughter of broken voices. Like waves rollicking with the sound. Cuban nights syncopating by stressing. The familiar routine of daily existence, Mystique meaning sharing in the living. Parts of history claiming its presence. The people are dying by politics defying. All rights...

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He walked down the high street in tropical Havana Where he spotted a bar named the Copa Cabana The weather was hot he could do with a drink An ice cold beer and some time to think However did he finish up in a country like Cuba ? Was down to a jazz musician who plays the tuba The...

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The Cuban Piano Bar Let's get out and have some fun! Stop writing poetry and get some ...

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The welcome party’s out in style, It wags its tail, it beams a smile; The cabs lined up are set to go, Resplendent as in a 1950’s pageant show. The air is warm, the palm trees sway, For Old Havana airport, it’s just another day. The road to town is just a blur, Of sights and sounds and images that stir, Of little...

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"A CUBAN GIRL" there’s a Cuban girl. over the years, she’s popped in and out. we had a short fling and never saw each other again. finally, not too long ago, we became friends again. usually, she rids herself of me from whatever we are connected on, blocks my number or simply disappears. this time though,...

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Cuban and Reuben If you will really like a great Ruben I am sure you also will like a Cuban Like Obama when in Havana did land Whole island had beaches full of sand. Sky was cloudy and it started to rain From tops of umbrellas started to drain Even though weather was dull and dreary President and family were bright and cheery. Will...

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let’s welcome the Cuban defector suggesting he steer to our vector we could send our own boat learning Spanish by rote then pray that he’s better than Hector....

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