Matadors Poems - Poems about Matadors

...Bullfighting Matadors and bulls in the ring confront each where mayhem erupts when horse and man fall and fans scream for death. ......

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...Where Death Awaits Matadors (like ballerinas) pivot by snorting bulls who are charging the red cape to where death awaits. ......

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...-Reconnaissance- The numbers are swallowed whole by contemplation. Dest orlo ana... Matadors ride the night with centaurs going full stallion. In the center drafted by a mellow bass of dest......

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...Tears are good!! Tears are good, really they are, indeed. Tears are better than smiles since they show you your own, and those who are pawns of the world, clowns behind the bar. Tears are a wind......

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...The matadors cloak Hides their crimes well. And drips with the blood of the innocents. Sacrificed on the altar of culture and tradition. As the cry of ole rings out. Their crimes Echo in an emp......

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...A fuming, fierce and moving target On yor species will you place yor bet! Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart! This bull......

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...Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers such actions as pointless and therefore fruitless. A......

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...T'was a thick dark night When the captain gave charge T'was a strong cold night When the matadors are guiding the duke We are loaded with destruction They are loaded with dreaded weapons ......

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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. ......

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...Today we are going to do an experiment; Let us put washing powder in vinegar! My son said. That's when I felt the ink Bubbling over; Like washing Powder in vinegar; In my mind. A frothy fun;......

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...My world spins round too fast most times from Greek deep roots on Black Sea ports to cross Jordan's River on Catherine's Great trains meet sailboats greeting sea planes flying off to sports u......

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...The life of a bull is never dull I am always kept on the hop Told to go from cow to cow - There's never a chance to stop The life of a bull is never dull The finest food I am always eating An......

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...My lifetime dream hasn't been realized yet; I like to travel to Europe where History was made. I will start with the glorious city of Rome with its ancient monuments which still fascinate! I li......

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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. ......

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...HOME. By Ted Bundy There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties and hats, now put your hands together for the rolling skating r......

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