Best Seville Poems
A
picture
I’ve saved shows
a suave Spaniard
on a horse. Dressed in
a matador’s jacket,
he’s turned to the crowd, smiling.
Behind him, sitting sideways is
a woman, dark hair pulled back, earrings
dangling, wearing a long pink ruffled dress.
She gazes happily at the man with
fondness. Quietly stunning, the pair
seems used to attention. They pose
as I capture with my small
camera. . .the essence
of Seville’s spring fair:
its beauty, its
charm, and love
in full
bloom.
July 23, 2016 For the Two Stanzas Contest of Broken Wings
I used two etheree, one with reversed order of syllable count one to ten.
*years after i took this picture, I learned something fascinating about it. Please read in my notes above.
Today, I chose to shave my head,
by a shaky hand I was led,
I tried to glide the razor,
cut me quick like a laser...
"Emergency room!" Enough said?
The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
Trying too hard
to appear he’s not trying
Saying too much
without saying a thing
Shapeshifting lover
the fire his mistress
Locked in an image
—whose essence is damned
(The New Room: June, 2023)
If you don’t play the big three
There’s no way
You should be seen
In the final of the WTC
That’s what’s been heard
Mean baggie greens
Have a word
Indians chagrin din
Simply absurd
Stokes bespoke blokes
Don’t give a monkeys
Run rates slate.. hate
Not WTC junkies
Ignore the pundits in their pulpits
Cryptic critics..cynics clinics
Ridicule the cruel schedule
South Africa aren’t the culprits
ICC flunkies & WTC just
About the big 3
Test cricket divinity
Could soon be
Just an affinity
For the trinity for infinity
Unless they spread some love
From above for every brother
Share the treasure chest
Care & invest in the rest
Actually play each other
Aussies bottom feeder media
Don’t give the Proteas
A feline in hades chance
But no day of the groundhog
This underdog is way greedier…needier
Kagiso Rabada the scheming leader
Of chock a block superstar larder
Stellar steaming speedster armada
Let’s hope the dumb beach bums
Are lampooned buffoons
Marooned by brill Saffa Jaffas
Festooned..spill just like Seville
The WTC may be slightly bonkers
But if South Africa can conquer
With stonker racy pacy conkers
They will be top of the tree
An up yours to
The endless tours
And friendless flaws
Taking the piss
Remiss avarice bliss
Of the big three
Alfalfa- Darla, Darla, Darla...If you're a bird, I'm a bird.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, you are so sweet, but where would we fly to?
Alfalfa- Where? I'll tell you where...to the moon! You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, tell me, was I the first girl you ever kissed?
Alfalfa- Darla, I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly. But my momma was the first girl that I ever kissed, and then my little sister. I'm so sorry, Darla.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, you do know that love means never having to say you're sorry, right?
Alfalfa- Darla, Darla, Darla...(gulping) You make me want to be a better man!
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, would you ever leave me?
Alfalfa- No Darla, I wish I knew how to quit you, but I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, you truly warm my heart!
Alfalfa- Darla, I'm the barber of Seville, but you make me want to be a better man! And Darla, you should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how!
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, yes, I should...and that's exactly why I am going to the movies with Spanky tonight to see "Gone with the Wind"