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windgrrl
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What's your best Baja-related poem?
Just to get a little constructive thought going for a change!
El viento en la Isla
El viento es un caballo:
oyelo como corre
por el mar, por el cielo.
Pablo Neruda
When the way comes to an end, then change. Having changed, you pass through.
~ I-Ching
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BornFisher
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Don`t know, except for a few songs about Mexico (Merle, Willy, Jimmy).
But my favorite , repeated many times here is
"When the dust of Baja falls on your shoulders,
you can never brush it off"
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elizabeth
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| Quote: | Originally posted by windgrrl
Just to get a little constructive thought going for a change!
El viento en la Isla
El viento es un caballo:
oyelo como corre
por el mar, por el cielo.
Pablo Neruda |
I really like Neruda's poetry...but, your heading is Baja poems...what's the history...was Neruda in Baja or is it just evocative of Baja?
[Edited on 7-23-2008 by elizabeth]
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gibson
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windsurfers are like dinosaurs
they jibe and they skim
such relics, such fossils
forgive them father for they know not what they do
oh crap 
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fulano
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Oye como va, mi ritmo?
Bueno pa' gosar, mulata.
Written by an American who was a decorated WWII veteran, Tito Puente, but made famous by, Carlos Santana, who grew up in Tijuana.
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bajajudy
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I went to san lucas for the helluvit
Wound up up side down in a world of chit
I knew I had good bait
I thought they would wait
Who put the tequila in my crème de mente
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gnukid
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I met a girl from la paz
she was tall, buena, nice as-
We went to la fuente
for ice cream and cafe'
We danced caliente
then came a nino named jose'
[Edited on 7-23-2008 by gnukid]
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Iflyfish
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"Where you find yourself is where you are"
Paraphrase of subtitle to "People's Guide to Mexico"
Iflyfishwhennotponderingthisveryusefuladaptivestrategyinmexico
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Skipjack Joe
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Violets are blue
and roses are red
I've read your posts.
Now it's time for bed.
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Osprey
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Sea Talk
Sea talk in this little pueblo by the shore is rough and disrespectful
I supposed the fishermen would venerate the old girl who keeps the fish
She has shown herself around and now I begin to understand
Rant-mad b-tch has a mood for every moment
In delirium she sometimes makes new colors
Filling up the spectrum's empty notches faster than they can be named
I've seen some of them; they are gone before I can be amazed
Now and then burlesque, she spews up great waves
Complete to the white foamsnow on the peaks
Mocking the tallest mountains that remain in her way
Mountains close to shore she has crushed into graygold strands
She mimics the African dunes with giant swells
Her salty fingers poke up creeks and rivers, holding back the blue
Til a bloodbrown bruise appears at the mouth
You can feel her runaway power; timid arroyos become fjords
Romantic sunset mirrors are among her cheapest tricks
The flat bluegreygreen does not mean she is at peace, asleep
She is unconscious, exhausted from bashing shores
Remember
She holds the bonemud of civilizations who did not listen to the fishermen
Follow these smart cowards
Pay a few more pesos
Build your little house on a hill
Keep your love for the sea a secret
Your dreams dry and lofty and
Perhaps
She will never come to share your bed
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beachbum1A
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After reading "Bernie Talkin' Baja" and all his poems that it contains, I'd be really hard pressed to pick even one of those! Guess my favotite
changes from day to day but it always makes the corners of my mouth turn up just a little, and my eyes roll upward as my mind starts to wonder.
Just do it!
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Iflyfish
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"She holds the bonemud of civilizations who did not listen to the fishermen"
Whoa!!!
Iflyfishwhennotinawe
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Pompano
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From my game room wall:
MORNING POEM
"Woke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a tiny bird,
perched on my window sill,
it sang a song so lovely,
so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles,
began to slip away,
it sang of 'Baja' places,
of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very song,
brought out the morning sun,
I pulled back the covers,
and crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his freaking head.
I'm not a morning person."
(unknown, but love the humor.)
--And my favorite of all, which is more to the point of coming to Baja way back when...
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to
teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
Thoreau
The cabin below is Henry Walden's cabin drawn by Sophia Thoreau.
[Edited on 7-23-2008 by Pompano]
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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vgabndo
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This is a land where Osprey perch
on the desert bluff
forty feet above our anchor chain
snaking black into crystal depths.
A land where sand dune becomes mountain
and the reflections on the water
are cactus dreams basking in a sun
hot as a baker's oven.
Where nomad whales and their dolphin escorts,
mate and birth in fantasies
filled with seashell echoes and azure sunlight shafts,
whose only nightmares are of the long-departed land.
This land where a thousand roosters crow
under a city's bougainvillea;
like priests they chant to dispel
dark night's damp breath,
to push back death's promise,
once more to summon up the sun.
In this land earth's pallette
is bright color swirled in flower and bird
reflected in the deep dreams of desert dwellers
in the deep sleep of vagabonds of the sea
whose memories are Chocolata clams,
are the cactus, avocadoes,
the Osprey, are the sea turtle,
are the island, the sand dune,
the mountain.
Are the scorpion, the lizard, the spider,
are the ocean , the dolphin, the whale,
whose memories are ancient inhabitants
drawing pictures on stone wall
to tell their children, to explain
these distant dreams that dance our sleep,
layer upon layer,
this land,
of dreams.
Murdoch Hughes
Undoubtedly, there are people who cannot afford to give the anchor of sanity even the slightest tug. Sam Harris
"The situation is far too dire for pessimism."
Bill Kauth
Carl Sagan said, "We are a way for the cosmos to know itself."
PEACE, LOVE AND FISH TACOS
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bajagrouper
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BAJA
PART ONE
MY FIRST TRIP TO BAJA WAS IN NINETEEN FORTY EIGHT
MY PARENTS DROVE TO ENSENADA,I HEARD IT WAS GREAT
MY SECOND TRIP WAS IN NINETEEN SIXTY TWO
A WILD EYED TEEN WITH SO MUCH TO DO
I DROVE ALL THE WAY TO LORETO IN SEVENTY ONE
A MUDDY RIDE HOME WAS NOT MUCH FUN
SAN FELIPE TO CHAPALA TOOK ALL DAY
TURTLE STEAKS WITH PAPA AT GONZAGA BAY
CAMPING AT NOPOLO BACK IN SEVENTY TWO
A GIANT AQUIRIUM JUST WAITING FOR YOU
DORADO AND YELLOWS COULD BE CAUGHT BY THE SCORE
SO MANY IN THE PANGA THERE WAS NOT ROOM FOR ONE MORE
GOT TO LA PAZ IN SEVENTY FIVE
TECOLOTE BEACH MADE ME FEEL ALIVE
FISHED BY THE CANNERY IN CABO THAT MAY
HARDLY SAW ANOTHER PERSON ALL DAY
TODOS SANTOS WAS A TINY VILLAGE IN EIGHTY THREE
WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED WHAT IT WOULD TURN OUT TO BE
CABO PLUMO,ANOTHER PLACE I ADDORED
SNORLELING AND DIVING,YOU NEVER GOT BORED
GERRERO NEGRO A SALT COMPANY TOWN
WHO KNEW WHALES WOULD BRING TOURISTS AROUND
WAS THERE A BETTER CAMPING SPOT THAN COYOTE BAY
SWIMMING AND EATING LOBSTER THREE TIMES A DAY
SO I’VE VISITED BAJA FIFTY TIMES OR MORE
NEVER KNOWING WHAT ADVENTURE WAS IN STORE…..
Richardo Echeverria
I hear the whales song
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Baja Bernie
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Wrote a bunch but this is my favorite
JR
As the earth dwindles
Thieves take hold
I wander around collecting
More valuable than gold
Just bits and pieces
Gathered here and there
Throughout the years
A shell, a stone
Pictures by the ton
Stories and memories
Friends
Around a campfire
Collecting stories
A bit of truth, an exaggeration
Sorrow and fun
Sounds and thoughts
Shoulders touch
Laughter and caring
Means so much
Boils down to good times
Memories and such
Sitting, listening
Looking on faces
Quiet thoughts
Earth dwindles
Thieves take hold
Wandering, confused
Fading, diminished
Magic dwindling
Mi Baja
Bernie Swaim
December 15, 2005
My smidgen of a claim to fame is that I have had so many really good friends. By Bernie Swaim December 2007
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Von
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Baja por ahi
Baja por alla
Por donde es tu Baja?
Mi Baja es en BOLA> <
READY SET.....................
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Skeet/Loreto
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LORETO
The bumpy streets, the quiet pace,
The calm content on every face.
The roosters crowing day and night,
Not one is heeding dark or light.
Profuse array of stars hang low,
Create an awe-inspiring show.
The sun is brighter, air more clear,
And when I hold my breath I hear,
The sound of living all around,
A laughing child, a barking hound.
The spark'ling sea forgets to roar
As it caresses rock and shore.
Silv'ry fish go skittering by,
Frigates and gulls command the sky.
Pelicans dive and sardines run,
To them it's life, to us it's fun.
Fishermen leave at early light,
Returning home before it's night.
Happy faces weathered and tan,
Knowing here, a man is a man.
Sands of desert and beach combine,
With lava rock from some past time.
Cactus and palms grow side by side,
And climbing blossoms try to hide
Among their branches, leaves and thorn
Splashing brightness, color of corn.
Palo Blanco, graceful Pitaya
Cirio, Cardon, Tree of Fire.
God let imagination soar
When He designed this desert floor.
And, hopefully, someday you'll find
With sham and pretense left behind,
What seems like desert up ahead
Is lush oasis instead.
Your very special secret place
Where you, yourself come face to face.
And when you do, you'll almost see
Some part of what it means to me.....Loreto.
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Gypsy Jan
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This is More Prose Than Poetry
John Steinbeck on Ed Ricketts:
"Some he taught how to think, others how to see or hear... Children on the beach he taught how to look for and find beautiful animals in worlds they
had not suspected were there at all."
John Steinbeck, foreword to The Log from the Sea of Cortez (1951)
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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Hook
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Songs are, after all, poems put to music. Strip out the music and you have a poem.
This one is not Baja specific but I bet many of us of an age can relate to it.
Beer in Mexico-Kenny Chesney
Starin' out into the wild blue yonder
So many thoughts to sit and ponder
'Bout life and love and lack of
And this emptiness in my heart
Too old to be wild and free still
Too young to be over the hill
Should I try to grow up
But who knows where to start
So I just ...
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away
Sun comes up and sun sinks down
And I seen 'em both in this tourist town
Up for days in a rage
Just tryin' to search my soul
From the answers and the reasons why
I'm at these crossroads in my life
And I really don't know
Which way to go
So I just ...
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away
Maybe I'll settle down, get married
Or stay single and stay free
Which road I travel
Is still a mystery to me
So I'll just ...
Sit right here, have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away
Down in Mexico ...
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