Long Castanets Poems

A tramp steamer plies an ocean of fog. 
The Chief Bos’n makes a note in the log while the helmsman 
Strains to see beyond the wheel. 
The ship’s Captain leaves the bridge with a groan....

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she parted, my friend.
Through those ruins I tread towards the footlights,...

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If I am Syrian, what of it?
Stranger, we all dwell in one world, not its portals.
The same original Chaos gave birth to all mortals.
—Meleager translation by Michael R. Burch

Love, how can I call on you;
does...

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A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you. 

Naked Flamenco

( A sultry summer...

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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
    Bicycles...

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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 she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep...

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Emotional tension fills the air...
 Lights and laughter everywhere

 A fiesta audience waits eagerly for a night of passion.

 The dance of Spain and a sensual dancer
 The Andalusian Gypsy dancer
 El baile flamenco tonight…Ole!

...

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Miss Kitty Purrfect entered our Troll community singing on a cold winter breeze.
Her tortoise mount ShowGal was white, and danced with every note and key.
Her voice rang out in purity as she sang to the...

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With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl

Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with tattered threads
(from ragged clothes they’ve left in shreds),
crocheting hoods to...

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She is a perfectly crafted portrait
The canvas nuisance of her skin
The collected sense of sensualness
In every lines convergence of her curving 

And as the sun played with its fingers 
Through the shadow dancing of the...

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Setting the scene
The scene of the dance
The heat and sizzle
The dusk and sun setting 
A mirage like a hot, red fire-ball
Searing into the horizon
Casting an orange hue over all the
Sun touches

The steam and sweat and...

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The genie in the bottle  beside Alladin's lamp
awaiting the cue to perform her dance
Aromatic spices fill the air..authentic meals to be my fare.
Tagines of fowl and lamb....fish and yams 
 Bastille chicken flavored with...

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I wanted to stick out my chest
Rise tall and arch my back
Standing there listening to the fest hard pressed
To click my heels to this fiery soundtrack

So mesmerized and in love with Spanish Flamenco from afar
I...

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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...

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                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...

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Dance of the Firebird

Rosita, sultry enchantress,
dazzling Andalusian firebird,
erotically she twirls, proud
like a phoenix flashing across the sky.

Flared ruffled skirt swirls,
in hues of red, orange, and gold,
like a sunset in the throes of Autumn.
Her olive skin...

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Diamonds on the soles of her shoes brushed the intricate parquet 

Carmel was swept off her feet to the clanging tunes of Flamencos 

A pink flamingo swapping kisses and castanets high above the floor

Gypsy tattoos...

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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...

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It started with the castanets.
The fiddler chimed right in.
He played the sweetest melody.
The fiddle by his chin.

Suddenly, her face appeared.
Through mist, between the trees.
The crowd stood silently because.
The dancer came to please.

Her long, dark hair...

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FUJIWHARA EFFECT

     Castanets blazing
Crashing
          Dancing, two too,  hot
             ...

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Gentle is the breeze that finds its way
Into my window as it rattles the blinds
Ever so softly like delicate castanets,
Lulling me into a peaceful state of mind.

Oh, muse, oh muse, come to me now
With graceful...

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EDIBLE    MUSIC

The garlics are on grand piano in the corner,
Playing alone because  of their halitosis.
After  making each other’s mouth water,
Clever   lemons  blowing  their  trumpets ...

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Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair
A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by
Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing,
Over spotlights on red liquefied hips
That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ;
Relishing the wine...

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