Diego Poems - Poems about Diego

Diego Armando Maradona : ...

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For a fun vacation, I suggest San Diego might be for you A city with lots of sunshine and warm temperatures and plenty to do Its proximity to the border gives you lots of Mexican food choices to try Endless beaches with boardwalks for strolling nearby The zoo provides you with a spectacular array of animals far and wide Balboa...

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On Diego Rodriquez de Silva y please gaze tp yo&me known now as Velasquez See hispaintings of peopled space* courtly ambition fills his face *https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Las_Meninas...

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Diago Rodrigeuz de Silva y Velazquez a painter of reality on which to gaze Talent oozed from every pore climbing the greasy pole to the palace door...

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Ekphrasis on, The Spinners (Las Hilanderas) artist, Diego Velazquez colors, fabric missing painter's glaze spun within moonbeam's glow threads entangled in beautiful gaze majestic, with heart-sought truth in tow by mortal flesh and heart-sights thus sewn born- sky, water and land expressions, vanity's undertones imagination, from spinning hands from...

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Autumn is a time in the spirit of a man When he walks down the beach And get chilled from the sand. On misty mornings can't but walk from my home When I think of summer days ...

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Diego Maradona, I never knew you, but you were from my generation, only five years younger than I. How young to have to die! How young to me it seems! You – who were one of the greatest of the greats! You – who controlled the football; you were its master. “El Pibe de Oro,” always you will be remembered. Golden Boy...

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the naughty rascal of Naples has died he was the greatest football player in history a timeless icon and although he was a flawed human he is venerated like a demigod people took to the streets to mourn his passing weeping and throwing kisses at his 20 foot mural a piece of Naples has died forever they shout Naples is crying...

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do not blink your eyes if you want to see, an amazing guy doing his magic with ball, flash of blue and white jersey on ground, as he races past falling opposite numbers, to launch the ball in to the net for a win! He raises his arm and runs around, jumps! whole world applauds an Argentinian win! before the cheer dies...

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FIX THE STREETS Fix the streets. One day the people will rebel and stop paying taxes. Fix the streets. No one will want to live here in San Diego. Fix the streets. One day the people will revolt. Fix the streets. This is not the time to put up with crooked politicians. Fix the streets. Wealthy people won't want to live here. Fix the streets. Janet Marie Bingham...

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Diego Rivera’s Flower Carrier My load to carry is backbreaking, But this I must do to feed my family. Down on all fours on the ground, I pray For fairness in barter and my safe return home From this capitalist enterprise I am engaging in. My basket is laden to overflowing the brim With the most beautiful flowers in all the land. My...

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She was next to me, She was real. How could this be? She so long the substance of my most hopeful daydreams. Physically so far away, but residing in my heart everyday. Could she be mine for more than this weekend? Only if fate smiled upon us, around the bend. Would her heart open again,...

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Here begins a series of Burns stanzas commemorating the Catholic Missions found in Old California along "El Camino Real", The King's Highway. The rhyme scheme is aaabab and the meter is trochee. Lines "a" are tetrameter lines and lines "b" are dimeter lines. California's oldest mission. Shrine provides appreciation, viewing proselytization. Converts, business, making tribes of Christian passion. Seeds brought, priests bless....

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San Diego Written: by Tom Wright 5/20/2016 My mind is a pool brimming with thoughts, Some exist in undisturbed corners as dust bunnies In places where eyes can’t behold; Seeing and hearing things are thought activators, Often fetching me to long ago times, To a place or person long since forgotten, until now; The memory of touch, and passing of time, Often reveal...

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It is the third largest city in California. It lies just north of the border from Tijuana. This is a nice big town where many a tourist stays. The municipality is home to the Chargers and Padres. The weather is warm and sunny, and hardly every raining. It is where the U.S. Marines take their boot camp training. This place has...

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