Long Barcelona Poems

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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THREE WAYS of Swiping the World Cup

"It is sweet and fitting/glorious to lay your life down for your country » - from a poem by HORACE

(See my story selected to represent France in the 2006...

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‘THE DRAKE CURSE' AND MESSI'S WIZARDRY

Sport fraternity witness the reign of alien curse, 
emanating from the music world raising much fuss. 
The Drake curse which first came upon us in 2019. 
Paul Pogba became the...

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I
When we first met I thought you were the one.
We were close together during that trip to the mountain. 
Every activity we were together.
By the bonfire we sat together
To me you were young and pretty...

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As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see...

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When we pleasantly stroll down
the streets or boulevards
of any historical city or town,
we  stops pensively and reflect deeply
by the magnificent monuments erected for the great;
and reading the engraved words,
we are astonished by the accomplishments
of...

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Second Home by Rob Barratt

An escape from the rat race. 
Life lived at a slower pace
An idyllic setting they won’t be letting
The cottage slumbers , 
Like the electricity meter numbers
It’s early March. 
The house is...

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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 by Retiro Lake
and see El Prado art museum. Then for...

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I remember when I held my children for the first time

I remember when I spoke at my dad’s funeral ad libbing in a mix of joy and grief

I remember when Saturday was THE most important...

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Second Home by Rob Barratt

An escape from the rat race. 
Life lived at a slower pace
An idyllic setting they won’t be letting
The cottage slumbers , 
Like the electricity meter numbers
It’s early March. 
The house is...

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Inspired by live event
on Ramblas Boulevard, Barcelona

Barcelona… Summer raining night…
Gentle shower sprinkles down the faces.
In the whole world the only light:
It comes straight to me from Spanish Artist spaces.
He is so much tired of hard...

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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-autumn sunset...

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I'm looking into a mirror at the age in my eyes
      And the lines on a battle scarred face 
Wondering where it all went
      ...

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young buck, half buck, maybe two buck duo
maybe troubled like infamous Dutch painter
maybe a whole gang'a bucks that you know 
shakin' cans for markin' their container

a mark of art - some meaty graffiti
you see it's...

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I'm sick and tired of the comparisons
If You disrespect one because you prefer the other, you're an embarrassment
They're the greatest footballers of all time you should appreciate them both
Every game, they continue to break records...

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All of the then-teenage lovebirds have been in love with each other since the day disco
died, even back in 1980. This type of love has been around the teenagers-turned-adults
since the day the cell phone was...

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JOURNEY- 1995

Weren’t we hauling ass?
The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills,
the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks,
the undulating topography like the musical score
of a landscape melody riding on the rhythms of
a percussion ensemble of...

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Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations 
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood 
his growth hormone deficiency 
              ...

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Barcelona looked like a church 
as I walked down La Rambla
in search of a vacant room 
on that warm morning.
The balconies of the flanking 
high-rise apartments were pews
festooned with holy day
football flags and bedsheets.
The white...

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Banyoles

With borrowed funds 
And broken hearts
We hitched a ride with the country’s realm,
Running, stupefied with pungent balm.
Through London swarms and Navy shops
We lavished on ponchos 
And swagger.
We met an astronaut that day,
On a bus to...

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Claire won 5 medals at the Barcelona Paras, 
In 1992, where she took the 50m freestyle gold, 
To set a World Record, and in the 100m pass, 
Still freestyle, she secured a warm silver fold,

A...

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as Las Vegas blood pours on Manchester in droplets the shape of poker chips scattered, dropped by a God laughing all the way to the bank

when the lattice streets, corners and cobbles and bridges of...

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A magical feeling overcomes me as I enter El Xalet de Monjuic Barcelona.
Even though not quite dusk, there is an ethereal sense of wonderfulness.
I look at Sarah, and she smiles, to let me know she...

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Still heat. The dust in the gutters 
is dry. A droning fly 
can be heard through the shutters. 

Ruined walls. Rubble. Sun-cracked plaster. 
Afternoon, and nothing stirs. 
Things should be moving faster. 

Some streets away,...

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Another terrorist atrocity has happened again
This time it was Barcelona and that my friends is Spain
My heart felt love goes to those affected
These terrorists need found and dejected

Stay alert everyone they may strike anywhere
Be vigilant...

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