Best Mantilla Poems

Limerick croises : Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne – 14

Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne
Sirens howled « panic stations » refrain
One Valhalla...

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Limerick : Once a Senorita from Sevilla

Once a Senorita from Sevilla
Took to hiding looks under mantilla
Not unbeknown to her
Sullen senior Senor
Gazed but at her wide...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII

IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary

And if ever by no mistake of...

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Limerick crochetés: Once our Señorita from Sevilla – XV

Once our Señorita from Sevilla
Came to Paris on a flotilla
She stepped out on high deck
Slipped and twisted...

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 The Elysian Baby Feels Lament… 

        for Katy Perry……with  manifold marigold “feels”

    ...

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Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy
Flashed a sideward’s glance 
From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla
He gave her a browse 
A more appraising look...

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My manuscripts are hers.
I find no solace in puddles, 
 no security in single, silver spoons.
She is there, always.
 
 My breath is not safe.
Her...

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I have been told that I need to grow up,
The bulletin just arrived on my desk that
I have issues manifold,
To share this drink an ineffectual...

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Good Father Saez was right about the rain.
It didn't beat against the wooden door.
Without the rain their carriage they could gain,
and Jose made his way...

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++ The Gathered Women, a short poem++ 

A Magnificence captures
Us
Unexpectedly
We run off
To hunt our mantillas 
   From long ago youth
To address
And dress our...

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JOURNEY- 1995

Weren’t we hauling ass?
The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills,
the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks,
the undulating topography like the musical score
of a...

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They struggle with a violent grace,
the bawdy cries of a bandoneon,
the open gash of her torn stocking.

They both understand
that naked hopes come last,
first there is...

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They struggle with a violent grace,
the bawdy cries of a bandoneon,
the open gash of her torn stocking.

They both understand
that naked hopes come last,
first there is...

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They struggle with a violent grace,
the bawdy cries of a bandoneon,
the open gash of her torn stocking.

They both understand
that naked desires come last,
first there is...

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