Castanets Poems - Poems about Castanets

...Bull-black boots stamping like beating skin-tight drums steel capped with arched hands clanking castanets with crimson coronations like a goldfinch neck A guitar's fevered fret crescend......Read the rest...

...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......Read the rest...

... Shadows hiss_per, of secret, buildup-congealed, no longer trapped within curiosity's seals. Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested, on the rocks and hard-placed reveal of fait......Read the rest...

...It was a strange sort of day A Heavy treacley sky That seemed too thick For any bird to even try to fly. The city lay in waiting for Celebrations to begin The Fiesta of Fiestas Days of mil......Read the rest...

...The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows Moving sluggishly towards the horizon Because of a recurring vision she hopes ......Read the rest...

...Her lightning fast moves mesmerized me she’s the fastest flamenco dancer in Seville someone whispered well practiced whirls of pinks and oranges captivated her audience without fans, shawls or cas......Read the rest...

...May all the sonnets in the world compiled in beauty lend themselves to your sweet eyes of gold may every line of of penmanship speak to you of me showing you that ardor, still untold and when ......Read the rest...

...just three simple lines everything you do Haiku fishing for foibles a dog and three pigs coated in a wallow coat awaiting the rain worms, hula dancing tiny umbrellas shield them SPF ......Read the rest...

...Castanets blazing, she twists the dress in dangerous ways Feeling eyes on her, she is compelled to be a bit more provocative I keep silent that she is my mother......Read the rest...

...Autumn waits on the back of September’s wings / transforms her green to enviable hues / the castanets of crickets like shamans sing, chant to the moon ~ their hallowed muse. Original date: Se......Read the rest...

...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 yourself in this fragile dance for two Inside this tango of passion you d......Read the rest...

...Should a woman put on trousers? Yep: ones that don’t men make browsers: That let Top Secrets remain secret; Documents eyes should not just meet: Trousers that won’t hatch Internets, Lust cause t......Read the rest...

...Drums and trumpets begin to play Town marching bands now lead the way Folks dance on streets with bright costumes Front are floats with flowers and plumes Floats boast the crowned single mother......Read the rest...

... A Sonnet For Gloria My mother’s eyes of ebony, sparkling stars Carefully, she paints her lips' gypsy red A cascade of flowing ringlets, her hair shines from afar Muscatels quaint ......Read the rest...

...Rumbling in my mind The song of Arleen Hurtado Trying to get into a Spanish mood As I gaze at the flamingo dancer, Dressed in black flaming wide dress. Hear her castanets, clicking in rhythm ......Read the rest...