Long Seville Poems

Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with desires many
To thoroughly look at the open deep,
Which was moisten...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been...

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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi





"Whypt...

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Lorca Translations III

Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936) was a Spanish poet, playwright and theater director. He was assassinated by Nationalist forces at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War and his body was never found.

Paisaje (“Landscape”)
by...

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His German relations would turn in their graves
This great gnome abduction is causing shock waves,
It reads like the spy who came in from the cold
They've held him to ransom and broken the mould.

The world's now...

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Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix

Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags

Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch

Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss

Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp...

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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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 BUTT ME--

 Oh Jazz Age of prosperity and dissipation
Jazz bands, bootleggers, raccoon coats
Bathtub gin, flappers, flagpole sitters recitations
 Bootleggers, and marathon dancers boast

 Butt me 

Cigarettes, Cigars, Pipes, Smoke, Butt, Snuff, 
Bone, Coffin nail,...

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Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...

Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle

of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos 
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither...

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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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Since youth, I've been a big foodie; every goodie I've tried, even sushi.
At 18, I traveled abroad, first to France; Thank heavens I didn't try frog!
I got to try crepes (sweet filled envelop shapes) and...

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(Idle musings on the facade of Seville Cathedral)

How patiently they suffer, these old saints! 
Their sandstone features, crumbled, vague, 
some noses gone (some medieval ague, 
or Time's cruel drip?) they offer no complaints. 

Stranded seven...

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Amelia,
writer, reader, shower singer, kitchen dancer,
Sister of James,
Lover of family, friends, and a badly-named boy,
who feels the weight of the world, love, pain,
who fears bones, secrets, fights
Would like to see a published book of mine,...

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Partir c'est mourir un peu..

Att skiljas är att dö en smula.
Av barn, fyllon och dårar får man höra sanningen.
Det är bäst att bita i det sura äpplet.
Den dagen, den sorgen.


The Story Begins

I remember long ago...

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Dear Buddha
It’s been a while I know
I do apologise
But stuff gets in the way
These silly complications
Books to read
And CNN
But I’m here now
And so are you
So set in stone
And pond-side contemplation
I’m sure you understand
You always do
So...

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Ah, at a magnificent place 'twas
this ball held!
With gorgeous jam debutantes,
arriving one by one.
Sorry you were not there!
To behold the debutantes and
their escorts gliding down the 
winding stairs
Such beautiful faces,and all 
superbly trained in fine...

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More Surprises to Come

More surprises to come there soon will be
After taking a good look at you and me
And our wives who are with much beauty
For lunch will have pies that they call cutie.

When we...

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On one Christmas Eve night                              ...

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The Matador

I was thinking of taken the bus Seville
But don`t know what to do when getting there
Unless I run into a female Toreador 
I once met in Seville she was good at killing things
She had...

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A friendly Story 
He the modest farmer was cutting green juicy spring grass
those that had spring flowers entwined it was for his donkey
that had been in the stable in the winter
He put the fodder in...

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A 
picture
I’ve saved shows
a suave Spaniard
on a horse. Dressed in
a matador’s jacket,
he’s turned to the crowd, smiling.
Behind him, sitting sideways is
a woman, dark hair pulled back, earrings
dangling, wearing a long pink ruffled dress.

She gazes happily...

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January.
I now perform the annual alchemy,
my purpose :
to capture Spanish sunshine in a jar.

Seville :
white fragrant flower to bitter orange sphere.
Childrey :
sugar, water, shredded peel to liquid gold.

Now attend
and carefully stir the boiling cauldron,
Shakespearian
witch-like, the...

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Carnations and candlelight
black Cadillac Seville sleek
ace of spade fury
six chambers for a lifetime 
to set things just right
bang bang
eight balls ricochetting
bang bang
rack'em up chump
cue sticks red velvety dusted
musk oil grinding virgin blood
diamond dead snake eyes
star...

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Ronda’s a town,
but this rondelet rankles still:
Ronda’s a town
(a placename is a Proper Noun).
Between Malaga and Seville,
you’ll hear the very sparrows trill,
Ronda’s a town.

Ronda exists,
But does ‘rondelet’ rhyme with ‘hay’?
(Ronda exists:
I’ve wandered in its morning...

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