Duende Poems - Poems about Duende

...Joy and sorrow in staccato Feet strike the floor Heel and toe Pounding from the knee Kicking up the skirt Hips sway Spine arches Arms encircle the body Wringing and unfurling Elbows raised......

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...his miscreant philosophy was easily seen that day he held his wormwood tea in an irritating way diffident cousins were totally intimidated by Jim his duende charm sort of knocked them on their chi......

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...Written: October 05, 2023 ___________________________________________________________ Where the paradisiacal angels reside. A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide A dinkum dissolut......

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...Autumn winds duende with flair. The leaves falling from trees aflame, twisting and twirling across the aire, gliding on the cool, frosty first rain. The leaves falling from trees aflame......

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...WINDOW SEAT Sitting beside him in the window seat as they taxied for take-off at the end of the day, she was nubile and pretty, as young as his daughter, nearly perfect in the way of a late-aut......

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...The Dancer and the Duende Red skirt! Lithe body! She dances! Flagging voluminous curtains of crimson, daring the Duende to charge --- she catches his face, his beard, his breath; stealing......

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...Prisoner of words I am Chained in a cellar of sentences .... no .... lines I'm a poet, I think images think metaphors similes Prisoner of words locked up in brainless nights where onl......

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...Is it duende, if I say the streets are empty, the nameless streets, empty, but watching, hollow, but watching, as if with soju eyes... as if with eyes that see me only as I seem, always as......

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...While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. Th......

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...I look past my window And the picture is inviting. I see the sun, reflecting from a piece of mirror trying to hide between the pebbles of the old lily pond. I went out to sense mo......

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...(of) whales and windmills i've chased in haste seeking Mt. Ida i've razed and raced i've sought and longed to meet Flammonde and talk and tell duende but dreams are dry and often hushed fro......

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