Best Valencia Poems

O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel...

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It's morning as I make a special trip to the
fish market. There, I will look for the freshest 
mussels, large shrimp, and Maine lobster. 
...

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The Valencia tree blooms
Every spring, the flower of you
A Valencia tree grows 
Blooming, from the scent of you

Breathe in
Breathe out

Time goes on 
The Valencia tree...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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Goosies

Jennifer Lopez gets them a lot
when she listens to singers on American Idol.
Perhaps it happened to me a few times, but I can’t recall
the specific...

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There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down...

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Clementine and Valentine; Margarita and Sangria...
A Mandarine, a Lime, a Blood Orange, and a Valencia...
Each one occupying particular spots,
Four little trees residing in decorative pots.

They...

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I can’t believe I’m underneath this tree
and stuffed inside a long old-fashioned dress.
In Spain (not on a rock!) I was to be
on holiday, away from...

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Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost...

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Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat...

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Ida Oaks
1827-1919

John gave me a good home.
Not one with plumbing and power,
But one with a solid slab, and a full well.
And while living in this...

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Valencia, a return to the Spanish coast, 1966
Nineteen and running wild, searching
Conversation turns to idealism, liberty expiring
Port and starboard, hand shake, maybe again
Two nights, same...

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Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger

it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration

levels the playing field to a...

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she scratched my soul, the girl from Valencia,
I lost my way,agreeing to share her silk-mesh 
thighs, to "double-man the tiller,"
so to speak, 
which was OK...for...

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