Quixote Poems - Poems about Quixote

Jailed for the will to be jailed Kids shouldn’t play with fire But they do, and of course they fail In full conscious of mad desire What now, will you write a sequel To Servantes’s Don Quixote Lots of tyres around every mill A borsch with pampushka you’ve got There’ll be Ursula of Brussels The lady you wish to know better There’ll be...

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"I’m looking for my sparring partner. So please direct me, if you will." “You seek a knight, a wicked wizard?” “A mill."...

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You sit alone in a room as a knight without armor while outside your window leaves like maidens dance, yet there’s no one left to save. You know someone is watching as you read a romance five times read that has become your world, and you wait for someone to come. The people who walk down the sidewalk, you say they’re all beautiful, everyone. Veiled in memories visions of a waitress glows, the...

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A nightmare after something I'd had, a cowboy film, the late-night news and Cervantes at bedtime. On a spavined jade the last of all the cowboys with lean shanks astride gaunt flanks rides down to Death Valley. The last of all the cowboys has soon put paid to enemy tanks along Stygian banks way down Death Valley. Ever onward they wade. to the cowboy's last tune, some joining the ranks, some...

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There you are! I thought you gone the way of the record player. Toilet lid tied to your hand, a light saber held up high, tilting at metal windmills on a Kansas prairie....

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With a, Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho In defense of nature we go Like Night's on Crusade But i fear we will need More than seven dwarfs Unless they are standing on the shoulder of giants And holding Don Quixote lance Because we are up against Our mortal enemy Hephaestus...

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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 toll Fighting what may not be there And if it's not, why should I care? Before the windmills in my mind Don Quixote....you will...

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Outwardly, I bear but slight resemblance. But, oh! On the inside, We are virtual twins!...

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Start I’m sure you’ve heard his name before From stories of knights in days of yore Born in village La Mancha in Spain Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign After resurrection, to America he came In search of adventures and fame As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove He chose...

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since there is a saying “noble man walks on the thoroughfare” Don Quixote abandoned the shortcut-side-road, steering Rosinante, dashing into the highway while he was riding on the highway something suddenly came into his mind a proverb “the middle way is the golden mean” he reined the horse into the middle lane looking at the horizon where...

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On one night, is it because of a bewitched full moon? while driving my rusty shaking junk car I became Don Quixote de la Mancha mounted on Rozinante holding a lance under the arm aslant, and with a full gallop, dashing into the battle field, through the street where the full moon was hanging thirty degree above the...

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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 he once mounted a horseback high with stately air holding a spear under his arm, spurring a horse on to gallop...

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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 add. Dad, sacrificing his life For my higher education. Worked in a rustic village And living in seclusion. ...

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I am strong I ride With my Faithful Friend By my side I'll fight The Mill Until it Bends To my Will I see the world In a way No other can See The World Good and Evil It's so Plain Is It Or I Insane ?...

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To Don Quixote, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : A Don Quichotte (Poem written in March 1861 that I would Verlaine had dedicated to the Grand Dear Old Man of Letters : Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra - with kind permission, of course, sought by me and which I...

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