Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Matador
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/2015
Bravely
he
poses
before
the
gates
of
sudden death -
Poised
to
face
his
most
formidable
foe -
He's
the Toreros,
fearless
with
bullfighting
etched
way down
in
his soul.
He's
Debonair;
In
a
Traje De Luces,
holding
Banderillas,
and
Montera.
A
Matador?....
Yes,
Agile
with
grace,
His skills
are
mystic
Inside
the
Bull Ring
where
thousands
roar!
to
watch him
wave
his
Capote De Paseo,
to
the face
of
a charging
beast -
And
with each
narrow escape,
the
Matador De Toros,
hear's
the crowd
roar!
for
his artistry......
He's
a
flamboyant
maestro -
King
of
the ring -
Dressed
to
kill,
preparing
to
thrust
banderillas
Into
a bull,
upon
the blood red
dirt,
in
black
Zapatillas
Copyright (c). 2016 Ken Jordan
Del asiento se miraban;
Ella, con su abanico
Hacia Él comunicaba:
"Serás mi caballerito..."
Se entralazan y caminan;
El "paseo" finaliza,
De frente ambos saludan,
Reverencias realizan...
Ya comenzará el baile;
Él le toma la cintura,
La dama toma la mano;
Danzan al son de cultura...
Se mueven libres "al compás",
Dan vueltas por el teatro...
Se finaliza la danza
Y juntos van al asiento.
*Colaborativo con P.A.H.D.*
his eyes as we stroll
to the rainforest café. . .
bright flowers float by
for Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem No.4 Poetry Contest
29 November 2010
My Time
Time is laid upon me
To nourish by virtue and unspoiled
Choose from a road – concrete or soiled
Learn the ropes from every tempting epitome
Chasing time or run out of time
Precisely or faulty, I succumbed to pressure
From naïve unsteady step to a walk in paseo of adventure
Hustle and bustle of the big city, daytime ‘til nighttime
I maybe at the halfway of my life, for another part, I pray
For life is ephemeral, newborn will exist, like the cycle of seasons
Recurring and invigorating promise, to exist for a reason
Rhythm in time, but in life, we skip and leap to purvey
So I am here, tired and tried
Able to catch up the time, ready to convey succession
Of the endless chain of human chronicle collection
In my end time, I may say, I chased life with pride
This is a portrayal of one of my favorite paintings by
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida: Spanish painter 1863 - 1923.
The title of his portait I am writing about is called
"Paseo a orilla del mar" or "Walk on the Beach"
Joaquin’s Girls (Caught on Canvas)
Beside Valencia’s blue sea,
two graceful women walk along.
Their beauty and serenity
could be the lyrics to wind’s song.
Two graceful women walk along.
An artist’s fair and precious pearls
could be the lyrics to wind’s song:
his wife and daughter, Joaquin’s girls.
An artist’s fair and precious pearls,
one with parasol and one with hat in hand,
his wife and daughter, Joaquin’s girls,
in long white dresses, walk the sand.
One with parasol and one with hat in hand,
both, caught on canvas with an artist’s ease,
in long white dresses, walk the sand.
Lace trailing them is billowed by the breeze.
Both caught on canvas with an artist’s ease:
their beauty and serenity!
Lace trailing them is billowed by the breeze
beside Valencia’s blue sea.
Andrea Dietrich/ Nov. 21, 2010
For Paula Swanson's Pantoum Contest
Do I have what it takes to put this straight?
I know deep inside I don’t want to fake
It’s time for me to take back my life
With you holding so tight I can’t survive
Did controlling me make you feel strong?
Made me numb for way too long
You need to be a man and let me go
Can’t pull me down just because your spirit is low
Tell me did breaking me make whole?
I hope you got something out of stealing my soul
Held my heart in your hand only to destroy
Telling me how to behave like I was a toy
But your twisted fairytale is coming to an end
Welcome to my reality where lies don’t easily mend
Your punishment won’t succeed when your power is gone
You might have scarred me but the battle you never won
Now I walk on a set path where I reign
Have no time for you and your pathetic game
Find someone else to shift around in your fantasies
My life your will never again have to seize
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