Best Bullfight Poems

A fuming, fierce and moving target
On yor species will you place yor bet!

Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart
all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart!

This bullyboy to score a bloodied bullseye in bullfight!
O'course not for the fainthearted that gory sight.

Well, that...

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Me and a old friend crossed the boarder
to spend some hard earned dinro.
I caught the clap.
And he got that nifty sombrero.

Two barflys talkin trash bout seniorities
and  a joke about a donkey show.
Im reflecting  over times spent.
With my favorite Amigo.

Got ripped on some tequila...

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When both my feet don’t touch the ground
Lightheadedness proves overwhelming
Turbulent thoughts going while coming
They swirl about me round and round

Cloaked in black a moonless night
The howling dreadful spiteful wind prevails
Spellbound drags me over hills and vales
Like a ragdoll in the midst of a bullfight

Trails of...

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Puberty set off affright
seeding decades long
     terrestrial space flight
freighted existential blight,
wherefore from that
attempt to live airtight
many scores yesternight
ago, I barely (except

     on par with grateful
     dead), zero excite
ment minimally functioned,
   ...

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Wood burner, smoke choke,

Dog shite, bullfight.

Hashtag, manbag.

**** bleaching, hate preaching.

Save the fox, change your clocks.

Prom queen, crime scene.

Chocolate fountain, food mountain.

Buy to let , insure your pet.

Cake bakers, bookmakers.

Dash cam, phone scam.

Raise the bar, electric car

Make your own, payday loan.

Lendlease , family feast.

Babestation, masturbation.

Homogenised, androgenized.

Male...

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I feel like a portly and bearded 
Hemingway 
in a bulky fisherman's sweater 
after a bullfight when 
I ingest barbecued pork.

A bona fide man 
clutches the ribs 
with his creased 
and hard-working hands,
sinks his incisors deep
into the roasted flesh,
and with a quick 
forty-five degree 
snap...

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On act two, my handkerchief dropped down on
my weakening feet, escaping the wipe of tears
from my sullen lids:  by this time children
too young to make their own milk burst into
deafening cheers shouting for more blood…
the matador in graceful sways of his cape derailed
his prey...

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Like a buffalo stampede
On a march unimpeded
By rock nor barrier 
By lock nor river 
Chop them into timber
Leave then blue and limber

Like a freshly uncovered thorn
Born hungry for the throne
A raging bull into the bullfight
Charging matador in a red suit of lights
Endure every crushing pain
With...

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Painful self actualization
quickly brights to light
paltry reasons (with or
without rhyme) a desolate sight
within blinkered mindseye hindsight

grotesque grimace shocks with affright
desolate landscape 
precipitated when airtight
vacuum sealed sequestered,
muckraked, furloughed...

which past existence now doth bite
back with a vengeance more agonizing
than any imaginable plight
feeble effort thru poetry
to portray psychological...

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His German relations would turn in their graves
This great gnome abduction is causing shock waves,
It reads like the spy who came in from the cold
They've held him to ransom and broken the mould.

The world's now his oyster from Heathrow he flew
To sample the good life...

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In Beijing, China, there’s a sport
That has a mighty pull.
It’s kind of like a bullfight,
But it doesn’t have a bull.

Competitors get special food
Like shrimp, red beans and liver.
For extra treats, a maggot’s
What the trainer will deliver.

The champions are often those
Whose chirps are really loud.
The most...

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A Gourmet Treat 

By Elton Camp

Joe went to Mexico to see a bullfight 
Then to the arena’s café to eat that night

The waiter, “Our testiculo is the very best
And I recommend it over all of the rest.”

It was a dish of which Joe had never...

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I didn't want to attend that damned bullfight, but my girlfriends finally persuaded 
me, seeing as though I had grown weary of the lone traveler routine, continually
taking the path of opposition.

So, at three pm, I found myself walking into that sandy arena on that deceivingly...

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Yea, I Admit Being A Little Uptight...

Yet,...this baby boomer surrenders
since many an elapsed yesternight
to inevitable (albeit gradual)
cosmic fusion with universal spright
notched calendrical anniversary, mine
nondescript birth doth invite
quiet acknowledgement between
January twelfth and fourteenth 2019

lengthening shadows of twilight
years ordain nothing more slight,
than mine chronological meter,
which will tabulate...

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A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight

exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by dim backlight,
now conviction hammered home startdate
coffin unwittingly nailed airtight
death of spontaneous bright
eyed bushy tailed

spunkiness extinguished
gored me lifeless,
asper bloodless bullfight
all entrails...

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