Long Iberia Poems

Resistance On The Iberian Peninsula

“Liberté, égalité, fraternité (Liberty, Equality, Fraternity),”
Scream French revolutionists as they guillotine monarchists heads, 1
Then crown Napoleon Bonaparte Emperor of France, 2
Who commands the French forces in wars raged across Europe.

The Grande...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of an ice wall crunches, enforcing southward retreat
  remoulding the...

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Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",

or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain

most any reader...

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My old lady dropped a needle
From the cloth she was sewing
A fart of zaracatan or tailor's fart buzzed
That, in the silence of the afternoon
Made me flee quickly from the sewing room.
The news from an old...

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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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The Spanish queen and fooball

This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second 
half of a football match between England and Spain. 
England,...

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Pytheas was a Greek who journeyed to Britain in the Fourth Century BC and 
discovered the link between the tides and the phases of the moon.

At first I followed the setting sun
To the mouth of...

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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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SILVER    STRANDS   

We left the dusty strands of Santander  *
And struck west, seeking Peru, the far shining land,
Our carracks riding high in the water,
Hungry to ground our boats on...

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MAP   OF   EUROPE    -   OBJECTUM  SEXUAL  *

O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your  curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes...

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ALLOWED    HIM    NO   LATITUDE


Andy, professional cartographer, adored his maps,
Valued them more than anything perhaps
As any cartographer would
As  all cartographers should  -
Lovingly drawing his Italy, ...

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From ship we see the foreign shore
The lookout’s first to sight
The Carthaginians have no clue
Of coming Roman might

The expedition’s full of men
Our forces proud and grand
We come to conquer Africa
This hot and humid land

We hit...

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Behind the Façade 

Behind the Holyday Inn near the bus station used by
we the masses and immigrants, there are streets of houses
kept in the gloomy mode of semi-poverty and cheap wine.
I walked these streets windows...

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An Abridged Story of Wine 
The bottom of the nave used to be a lake’s bed, but one night, 
when moon was white as search light and the sky maroon, 
the lake vanished. Dead fish...

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Behind the behind 

Behind the holiday inn near the bus station used by us the masses 
and immigrants and those who wander in no man’s land.
There are streets of houses kept in a gloomy mood...

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Greatest of military men, Carthage's son, bright and bold
Took the elephants of war over the Pyrenees frozen cold
And would delay the Gentile's time fulfilling when the race
Stood proud, under your command of the second Punic...

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His eyes on me were dark and bright.
Two burning coals, they pierced my soul.
My lover, my once-upon-a-time bright flame!
How fiercely we burned into each night. . .
those long delicious nights when youth
was as sweet as...

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Yesterday evening  broke brains so I wanted to assemble expressions of consolation. All the beauty of the words, every word, from submarine to wheat fields and Long Island cocktails, kissed skies by Jimmy, blue,...

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The Piece Iberia Rejected

I like to go to Spain one day soon
Portugal is so tiring and deceitful
It is a fantasy land 
Where truth and lies blend 
Into a bewildering version of 
Arabic influence
That Christianity decapitated....

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Iberia, I long to breathe you in
as long ago I did. . . and then exhale
sangria nights with lace against my skin!
Sweet temptress draped in beauty, you unveil
Flamenco’s soul, exhuming history -
impressions left by ancients...

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“Córdoba, lejana y sola”
– F.G.Lorca

 

The eyes of the women from Córdoba
are olive green
and steps are shadows,
but you are going to Cádiz,
where the wind recognizes
as its only our longest street.
The trumpet plays in storages and...

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One day I will go to Cordoba
Walk along the old cobbled streets
And hear the echoes
From many centuries ago
When the Muslims ruled Iberia
I will see the colourful flowing robes
Or white against the dazzling sun 
Endless gardens...

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