Best Madrid Poems

In mid-June's heat, we wait inside the bus, 
and everyone has said their last goodbyes.  
The Moorish boy I’ve come to know is sad.
 He says he knows I never will return.  

The bus pulls out (his face just fades away).
We pass through...

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Senses overwhelmed, history revealed,
           I step into Plaza Mayor.
   Antique hues of pinks and grays stun.
           Madrid welcomes me.

    Late...

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The Earth opens up,
Like a giant fissure
Cracking from its focus point,
And splitting my life in two
From Faults too deep,
Too dark underneath
The Quake inside my Love for you
While solid structures crumble,
Buried in dust and rubble-
Oh, whatever shall I do?

*This piece is a departure from my normal...

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Terracotta dreams alight
 in rising Roman aqueducts
 slipping in twilight hours of the night
 where mysterious Spanish memories are plucked;
a momentary plunge 
 with Hercules standing muscle-bound 
 from which olden images are hung
 as winds rise without a sound;
a flare in dance upon the...

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Limerick : Once a Toro in a Madrid prairie

Once a Toro in a Madrid prairie
Wondered why it had two horns, not three
Spaniards signal cuckold
With two fingers all told
So three for Spanish husbands in Paris ?*

*Paris : pronounced in French as : Parie/Paree

© T. Wignesan –...

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There came a rain that drove away
the day and the sun hid and quieted
the sound of people along the beach in
Madrid.

Only the seashells played in the sand and
small seagulls drilled for their food as the
sound of the crashing waves created it's
own music, like nature's own...

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On a bright broad beach near Barcelona
Where I was feeling so all alone-a
A glorious vision strode into view.
Like Rubirosa, I knew what to do.

I charmed this woman from Segovia,
A fair descendant of the great El Cid.
Her radiant eyes and shimmering hair
Caused many a wag to...

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Have you ever heard of the Monkey-Face Orchid?
             They are common in the steep mounts of Madrid. 
It resembles the shape of a Cauchin Monkey’s face and eyes,
   when I saw...

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I vacationed in Segovia
and also spent downtime in Madrid
but which is why matters not where
for I forgot what I there did.

My days spent in Segovia
and in Madrid were solo
though I cannot prove that truth
for I took not one single photo.

I know that times in Segovia
and...

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What you can’t find was never there
What you understand is not what you feel 
What you see is not what you open your eyes for
What you love is not what you were born into
Missing Madrid like hell
What you dream is not what you’re allowed to
If...

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Well I love Tennessee, the mountains, the rivers and the valleys. 
Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. But Memphis is a disaster 
Waiting to happen again like it did in the late 19th century when the 
New Madrid first made its presence known. The Mississippi river 
Ran...

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She walks in the night..
Cobblestones and sacred churches..
Historical and superb..
Incredible monuments..  
A remembrance of ghosts from the past..

Ahh..  
Her lovely Madrid..
Sights and sounds to inhale..
The aroma of fresh seafood paella
Her taste buds sang a harmony..
As she devoured her delectable meal..

Ahh..
To wash it down...

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There was an old lady from Madrid,
Who often at night recites the creed,
She anticipates nightfall,
The moonlight on the rear wall,
Opened a wormhole for a strange breed.


May 6, 2023....

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A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
	When asked for his preference,
	He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
	
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
	But then, once wined and dined,
	She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” –...

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I wanted to stick out my chest
Rise tall and arch my back
Standing there listening to the fest hard pressed
To click my heels to this fiery soundtrack

So mesmerized and in love with Spanish Flamenco from afar
I was compelled to go to Madrid to become a dancer
As...

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