Long Pamplona Poems

Wednesday, September 2021 at 3:20 PM...
eastern standard time Autumn Equinox arrives

That seasonal occasion twill arise
when darkness and light doth bring
equilibrium between night and day
raking leaves will constitute exercise
espied and witnessed by observant earthling
namely me who...

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"Composing Opalescent"



Together we arrive 
Composing opalescent 
blue-green green-blue
jaded oceans submerged 
then rising from great waves
thrashing in on our storm 
we are united mast-held and entranced
entwined limbs bathed in sensuality's
St Elmos Fire hitting our sharpest peak
in...

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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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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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This piece could be, I suppose, a kind of "bucket list", but it's not about regretting all the things I wanted to do in my life and didn't, but, rather, it's about being okay with...

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Papa ...

Why build your walls so thick?
          Did you fear the world would tumble in on you -
        ...

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I looked for comfort in nostalgia 
Like water in a wishing well
Looked for solace in the moment
Like a new friend in a prison cell

I looked for things I didn’t know
And things I guess I do
O,...

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What Might They Find There

If someone was to look there
deep into my soul
They would find a bucket list that looks like an ancient scroll
The list of things of my heart's desires 
1. To see the...

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In Pamplona at the Running of the Bulls folks will cheer,
stampeding through the Spanish city as fast as they go.
The great kick some people get running with bulls in the rear
may be a matador’s dream,...

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a native american
mother mixed with
african knowing old
ways embracing new

knew she was something
when in childhood she told
me about the running of the
bull after school the simplest

path was straight from a to b
but the fence means it's...

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BLOOD OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and bound so tight so men could see her there.

Her mounds...

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GIRL OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and bound so tight so men could see her there.

Her mounds...

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Pamplona - full fight - 'El Toro Bravo'

Who's got more balls the matador or the bull

Nature or nurture the survival is skewed

The stage is set culture maintained and the

Fiesta bound to unravel in wild screams...

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Key,

Black to White, Black to White
back to front, front to back
dancing naked 
a pale moonlight
passions rising 
over a burning sea

you can see
madam
you can see
in the twin mirror of me
won now
now won

one two
one two

nailed 
the predictive...

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Be,

it's the eyes that draw me in
subtlety seductive
with a hint of fear
but freshly lit and duty free
 
there's no denying
a night time dream of deference
where drips of desire  
tumble down  
her dainty cheek
...

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Ah, to write something exciting:
full of suspense and nail-biting,
narrow escapes while bullfighting…

The reader and I are gonna
run with the bulls in Pamplona,
sip on an ice-cold Corona;
the allure is so inviting.

Travel across the Atlantic - 
it...

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