I knew a bullfighter, he suffered from a severe case of "a-gore-a-phobia"
Categories:
bullfighter, humor, word play,
Form: Monoku
I learned many things from him ...
That the trackless path
is gifted
to those
who believe
That the distance
between thoughts
can only be connected
by words
That the idea itself
is worthless
without the thing
it expressed
That tomorrow
is no more important
than yesterday
or today
That the bullfighter
must never die
with the bull
still alive
That revolution
is the truest place
where death
is reborn
That real courage
is only measured
by the one
sorely lacking
That to love her once
is better
than to love
her again
That you must
when you must
until the bugles
have stopped
That worshipping
oneself
is life’s fatal
devotion
That the jungle
we chase
is the jungle
we live in
That the willingness
to say it
frees a willingness
to act
That each great new
adventure
begets a greater
new ending
That in the tears
of a stranger
bleeds the heart
— of a friend
(Key West: January, 1994)
Categories:
bullfighter, life, poets, war,
Form: Free verse
Quote By Author "Dear Writer, Have a blessed day
writing away your beautiful writes to all of the readers."
A writer chooses their words with glory,
their words will tell a story.
Sometimes it will be sad,
many times it will make you glad.
Books and poems come in different sizes,
paperbacks can have cheaper prices.
Reading the words can be beautiful or fun,
especially sitting under the sun.
My hat is off to the writer,
writing must make you feel like a bullfighter.
Finding the right words is not always easy,
other times it can be breezy.
Thank You to the reader,
you are our very best cheerleader.
Categories:
bullfighter, books, poems, poets, words,
Form: Rhyme
dies hit by his bull
well known bullfighter they say
animal impulse
02 June 2021
Categories:
bullfighter, irony,
Form: Haiku
That tiny mouse's bullfighter cape,
I took it from you because I couldn't bear not to.
I had to have it.
You challenged the world with it,
and it shown in the sun as brightly as you burned.
It grew cold when I touched it,
Like a star without light or heat,
a ghost sail with no wind,
hanging limp in memory.
Categories:
bullfighter, jealousy, sad love,
Form: Prose Poetry
Everyone who knows me, realises I get my inspiration from news items. Today, Sunday 10 July 2016. There was a mention on the radio of a bull fighter being killed in Eastern Spain, whilst fighting a bull and being televised live. Pardon that last expression, but it was actually used. I have always been a keen supporter of animal welfare. I hope this poem does not offend anybody, but you know it need not have happened, both the death and this poem!
A Bullfighter was killed in Eastern Spain!
A bullfighter was killed in Spain!
Not by a sword or gun.
No, it was by a bull.
In an arena of no fun.
You see the bull should have died.
The Matador bow to applause!
Be cascaded with flowers.
By senoritas so adored!
Did everybody gasp?
When the bull won instead!
Did anybody praise that bull?
To see their hero dead!
I have not watched the video.
I don’t know if there is one.
I expect others killed that bull.
No one praised that one.
Who in a one sided battle!
Did the unthinkable!
And.
Won!
Condolences to the widow if there is one and children if there are any. (The mad Author)
Categories:
bullfighter, abuse, anger, animal, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Limerick : Once a Toro loved by a Matador
Once a Toro* loved by a Matador*
Maimed between shoulders by Picador*
Matador garrocha*
Picador muchacha*
Picador cornudo* Matador.
*Toro : bull raised for fighting in arenas (rings)
*Matador : « matador de toros », bullfighter ; usually
the head « torero », title obtained after the
« alternativa », ceremony honoring the torero
or « novillero », the apprentice bullfighter
*Picador : the well-protected assistant to the matador
on horseback who wounds the toro between
the shoulders in order to cause the bull to hang
its head
*garrocha/garrochar : (to use) the long lance with a metallic
harpoon-like head , wielded by the Picador
*muchacha : Spanish for girl or « daughter » as in this case
*cornudo : cuckolded (husband gored)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
bullfighter, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Patricia McCormic – Bullfighter
A bull, a sword, a big red cape
A cheering crowd, a girly shape
She was the first back in her day
A Matador, the best they’d say
At least among the girls back then
For until her, they were all men
Not just a girl, a Yankee to boot
Dressed up in a manly suit
She fought 300 bulls or more
And only six times did bulls gore
But once the gore was so severe
They thought her end was very near
A priest came out to give “last rites”
After one of her losing fights
And he issued one last order
Let her die north of the border
But she survived to fight again
And faced those bulls with her girly grin
This courageous girl would stand
With just the red cape in her hand
The bulls would charge, she wouldn’t flinch
As the bulls passed by within an inch
She’d end the dance with the coup de gras
Amid the “Bravos” and “Hurrahs”
For ten years she endured
The thought of getting skewered
By bulls that she engaged within the ring
Now her thoughts are so much lighter
She’s a teacher, she’s a writer
As bullfighting no longer is her thing
Another true story from the web
Categories:
bullfighter, adventure, art, girl, sports,
Form: Rhyme
like a hot iron upon the palm
i bullmark blackened charcoal
to paper, searing each line as i write.
the ring of a coffee mug on my journal
turns pencil to spear coffee imprint
to dusty hoofprint....
and i am as a spanish matador cursing
the majesty of the great beast.
with its last threshold of a breath
in the pastures of praise, percing
its side with a number 2 pencil.
so gently in it's ashen shore of flesh
i die a little too....
Categories:
bullfighter,
Form: I do not know?
Kneeling before the altar he kisses his rosary he confesses all his sins,
he is anointed from head to toe, he knows his faith before he begins with great
amount of determination,fasting and absence,moments later he finally arises to
his task before hand realizing he is not the one that is grand it is all apart of
the master's plan. The bullfighter inner light shows so brightly and deep within the
bullfighter is so ready to begin. Reaching for his cape on the back of a wooden chair he
steps in the arena the crowd cheers and sips on their beers. The bullfighter remains
focus a gate is unleashed, the bull is released, with stern determination a statue, the
bullfighter stands tall he does not wave his cape. The Bullfighter bellows out
"Senor Cristo en es mio Santos".The bull immediately kneels and hits the ground
the crowd salud "O lay!"!
My great-Uncle a Bullighter in Madrid,Spain
Categories:
bullfighter, family,
Form: I do not know?
To a Bullfighter & a Brahma
All the arena is a stage
Each tap & twist leaves them surprised
As the crowd sits mesmerized
In baggy, tattered pants & paint
With athletic grace to the left he’ll feint
Taking the lead in a dangerous dance
Knowing he’s a cowboy’s only chance
This Brahma ballet is danced every night
Amidst the dust, the noise & the arena lights
He’ll keep on dancing this Brahma ballet
It will be his calling until his dying day
Categories:
bullfighter, adventure, animals, cowboy-western, life,
Form: Cowboy Poetry