Best Matadors 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...

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My lifetime dream hasn't been realized yet;
I like to travel to Europe where History was made.
I will start with the glorious city of Rome
with its...

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HOME. By Ted Bundy

There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties...

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Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups

A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers...

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BLOOD OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and...

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My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
to cross Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports...

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Today we are going to do an experiment;
Let us put washing powder in vinegar!
My son said.
That's when
I felt the ink
Bubbling over;
Like washing
Powder in vinegar;
In my...

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T'was a thick dark night 
When the captain gave charge 
T'was a strong cold night 
When the matadors are guiding the duke

We are loaded with...

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The life of a bull is never dull
I am always kept on the hop
Told to go from cow to cow
- There's never a chance to...

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GIRL OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and...

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Pennsylvania summer
In the coal mining patch
With crickets, mosquitoes and
Children racing sprinklers
Beside closed castoff mines
Like matadors with bulls;
The faded old grandmas sit on the porches
Lethargically fanning
With...

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The matador's keen sharp eyes with steady hands with quick surprise. The matador's
quest to win and nothing less. The matadors keen sharp eyes with steady...

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An early years piece - late 60s I believe - won a little junior high school poetry contest!!


The sun was high, the clouds were few,...

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The matadors cloak 
Hides their crimes well.
And drips with the blood of the innocents.
Sacrificed on the altar of culture and tradition.
As the cry of ole...

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Tears are good!!
Tears are good, really they are, indeed.
Tears are better than smiles since they show you your
own, and those who are
pawns of the world,...

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