Long Flamenco Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: Tongue-Teasers - XLIX

« Third Degree » is when you add « Insult to injury ».

If you take everything everybody says with a « pinch of salt », we’ll soon be able to drink...

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Had I, been I, would I have been born in the all time of all of things positive Spanish, esp the Flamenco fragrance of all things love, life and flourish casting all pertinent fate to...

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Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII

Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness.
The only unlicensed...

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I have waited for the New Age--that Tranelike return to my Mediterranean Sundance Always and Forever missing the  journey of the Caravansary of old.
Hence, Only Time and the touch of the Rio Ancho, its...

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It was in a socially and economically difficult situation that the musical cultures of Jews, Moors and mainly Gypsies began to merge into what would become the basic form of flamenco. The Flemish songs reflect...

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Foi numa situação social e economicamente difícil que as culturas musicais de judeus, mouros e principalmente ciganos começaram a fundir-se no que se tornaria a forma básica do flamenco. As músicas flamencas refletem o espírito...

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This bed was never meant for conquest
or desire.

Just for the voice of the humble Sunday rain; 

watching every exquisite drop bubble and scatter across the sun-chiseled paint
of the window seal. 
A vision as comfortable as...

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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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The rain keeps coming, 
Masking tears of despair, and rivers of agony
Seem in no hurry to crest
In this orb that is my world, I stand in frozen animation
As I listen to the venom of tangled...

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Carlos Bousono’s poem : Recordando a pastora imperio

                         for Damaso Alonso

(Poem...

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Aye, what a revolution in red and orange against the
venom of society and culture
With the flowers of right palm though a gesture of dance
in fact covers her tears
A story of blue tension and deep emotion...

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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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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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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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She's my omego, yeah I'm talking about (Linda)  p,d
Don't you know?, I always love reading your poetry
Ok we have never met and we just converse online
But when on the net, I get a glimpse...

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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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THE DANCER AND THE POET (Satis Shroff)

There she is a blonde Flamenco dancer,
From a family that was long dysfunctional.	
The poet said: ‘Dance, my dear to the rhythm 
Of the guitar and my lyrics.’
She pushes her...

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Iberia, you took my breath away
with fiery gypsy spirit and romance;
with ancient Moorish history and grace;
with everything there is of you to see;
to hear and smell; to feel inside my soul.
Diversity lives splendidly in you!

The...

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A jerrybuilt jumble, so shoddy, diminished;
just cubes of grey concrete with windows and doors.
It started to crumble the day it was finished.
Franco’s “solution” for gypsies and moors.

It’s called “La Dehesa”, the pasture, the grange.
The old...

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Seeing a rare flamingo on our favorite beach…so far away from her home
is so special…so magnificent…so wonderful…it deserves a second poem.

When we returned the next morning to take a walk along shore 
we found the...

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Last Dance by Darren White

Oh be my heart for me when it stops beating,

My lungs to breathe thin air still far too chill,

My feet to dance the world while I’m still living

As they still want...

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~The Rise of the ZUMBIES~

The Zombies are finished we squished them away
They won’t be back eating brains on any other day
Sucking the life out of all that they meet
The undead are dying and now admit...

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Tongues of my temptress fire lick 
arousing your ardent artistic desire
if you dare  imagine me — the intensity
capture me, take your chance
I’ll love you, leave you, please you, tease you, traipse you, 
take you...

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I am 

The red ripe apple of the sinful tree,
The honey suckle of the bumble bee.

The pink blushed rose Of the secret garden,
The stubborn spoilt lass,never in pardon.

The youngest daughter of the honeyed sun.
The castle...

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