La Kumbia Kalvinista

La Kumbia Kalvinista no es ritmo vaticano
se baila todo libre con la biblia en la mano

La Kumbia Kalvinista es la onda reformada
las sectas sí prometen—pero no entregan nada

Esta cumbia trascendente, pero poco conocida
es la cumbre de verdad y predestina pura vida

La Kumbia Kalvinista es la nueva nueva onda
la cantan las iglesias y ofrecen otra ronda

La Kumbia Kalvinista no lo bailan los de Roma
si un padre lo intenta terminará caído en coma

es un baile teológico que es absurdo mientras lógico
lo baile cada tribu, cada etnia y antropólogo

el papa mismo, y su esposa
bailan esta cumbia fabulosa
tu estado de animo no es nada
sino gracia predestinada

 lo bailan los sajones con cojones

 lo bailan las alemanas si le dan la ganas

este baile está basado en un ritmo luterano
apetece a los gringos, a los indios, y a fulano

no bailaban los franceses aunque Calvin era suya
si bailaban los escoceses y gritaban aleluya !

 

GRACIAS al SILABEITOR

 

¿Haiku?  pues… no sé.
es algo chino, yo creo.
Es un poema.

Latina en la tina

Wussup professional Latina ?
Diversity been good 2 U?
Water warm enuf 4 U?
Shaking down enough rich gringos to fund your Non-Profit?
(speak against capitalismo here)
Got time for la Revolución after your pedicure today?
(mention the border here)
still watching Oprah, Abuela?
heard from your third ex-husband recently?
Wussup, consummate professional.
(turn on NPR here)
Got nail polish? Got car waxed? Got investments?
(take a networking business lunch here)
Have you streaked your hair enuf?
(mention indigenismo here)
I hope you are caring well for all the nietos
and still have time to be a tiburona
(insert italicized Spanish word here)
How are all your gente ?
(mention mujeres fuertes here)
Hey Latina – when did you move out of the barrio ?
(mention La Raza  here)
Mujer Latina—wussup ?
How is Gringolandia workin’ out 4 U ?
(turn off Univisión here)
’cause if the oppression gets too bad
you could always move back
to Venezuela
or Chihuahua
or San Juan,  or…
(mention Trump here)
…Miami?

(you hypocrite you)
Brightly shines the night
when Latinos count as white
(data-driven light)

Our Lady of Poetry

Rhyming verse is a woman scorned
to whom lip service must be paid.
Set free from meter, unadorned
Her lyric fury waits, delayed
as she rambles on in a free verse swoon,
oblivious to whoever’s listening,
babbling to the crescent moon
illuminated, horned and glistening,
bathing her deluded mind
in lunar metaphors of doom.
Do not provoke her—treat her kind
and let her pass to a padded room
or an attic space beneath the eves
where she can rant and find release;
until her frenzied soul believes
that words have meaning…
                              and rests in peace.

Just want you to know:
Gender is given by God—
So don’t mess with it.