Long Panza Poems

When I think of you..I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived, 
caused...

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When I think of you.. I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived,...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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Oh final stanza

Title yet required

Men of mice

Oh Sancho Panza

O Wilde

Oh Auden juicy bone clock

Oh vagueties of meaning

Speak unto me in visions
of language only i may understand

Feed me grool as spaghetti soup

Until i plead please Sir,
May...

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Fighting demons
Bursting bubbles
He's in my head
Among the rubbles
Seeing that most things get done
He works at it from moon till sun
He tilts at windmills only he can see
Please meet.... Don Quixote

My affliction
or my soul
hearing voices
takes its...

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Tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Sometimes for the five members there’ll be a few bread.

Mother would declare she'd already her share of bread
“I was soo……. hungry, I had mine” she would...

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Tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Sometimes for the five members there’ll be few bread.

Mother would declare she'd already her share of bread
“I was soo……. hungry, I had mine” she would add.

Dad,...

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Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance, 
the impossible dream with lance in hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.

Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance
The man from La Mancha, felt in demand
Hail to the Knight of...

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Don Quixote goes down the path in the wilderness groping the way 
stepping on the dead leaves carrying the weight of the sitting sun
that is too much for him to carry on his crooked back.

Although...

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I am the knight-errant, he sang in a loud excited way.
riding his horse Rocinante, each and every day.
his pot-bellied friend Sancho Panza continued to stay.
even though tricks were played on them here and far away.

my...

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	Francine Roberts
Contest Name	
Write me a Lightfoot Poem

Don Quixote

Don Quixote spiked the windmill,
Sancho Panza surely frowned,
Just then the wind began to billow,
Blades dehorsed him, slapped Quixote down,

Back upon his faithful mount,
With Sancho getting up to speed,
for...

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Determined, armed
      with Evidence!

Global Warming Warriors
   Man the barricades
   Sound the alarm
   Storm the fortresses

LOWER CO2 EMISSIONS!!
ELIMINATE FOSSIL FUELS

(But not in China or India
...

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