Short Basque Poems
Short Basque Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Basque by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Basque by length and keyword.
Basque-born Maurice Ravel
a musique-impressionist truth-to-tell
Influenced by Claude Debussey
versatile & with fluency
In stockings and basque,
Head back, her blond hair cascades
My thoughts, oh là là
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-10.php
When I traveled to the region of Basque,
I met a girl of whom sex I did ask
She said, “Yeah, sure mister,
If it includes my sister.”
So I told her, “Sure, I can multitask.”
As Santa was wearing a mask,
he spilled all the wine from his flask -
he muttered and swore,
'This Covid's a bore...
I've ruined the lace on my basque.'
written 6th December for Carolyn's Santa's Covid contest
God answers
a Spaniard, a Moor
men who seek Him in prayers
the Bible makes it clear, in many layers
he father of the original bearer
O friar, O my brother
the son of Anai
God answers
its Basque origins,
it was a medieval Basque
Catalunya with Arabic elements
I am a bunch of English
I am a bunch of Welsh
I am a bunch of German
I am some Irish and Scottish
I am some Mexican
I am some Spanish
I am a dose of French
What is Baltic and Basque anyways?
Yeah, a salt shake of that for good fortune
And a teeny a dent little bit of black
Thanks mom!
Seen wearing his wife’s silken gown
O’Keef’s soon the talk of the town
In her basque and pink bra
He looked like a p orn star
His wife gave him a dressing down
He admits’ I’m into cross dressing
And this is my way of confessing
You’re the same size as me
I wear your clothes for free -
My desires I’m no longer suppressing!
03/24/20
Not an academic
Poet
Not a tenement
Poet
Not a beat or a blues
or a church Poet
Not a famous or infamous
or celebrity Poet
Not an Irish or Basque
or Welsh Poet
Not a formal
Poet
Not a casual
Poet
Not the kind that takes
to the stage Poet
Not a tenured or membered
or club Poet
Not a for profit or glory
or fame Poet
… just a Poet
(The County Line: April, 2024)
Glimmers of light blanket my face
Drenching me with care.
Showered lightly with stardust
My universe, my chair.
Raising my hands to the sky
A simple prayer to ask.
Let a golden rain bathe
Those who sit and basque.
Free-falling particles
of love to make us feel.
Sorrow turning into joy
A blissful nightfall heal.
Looking up to the night
Totally in awe.
Like waking up to the sun
The same kind of thaw.
Kristen Bruni
hearts that drifted apart
now strangers with memories
past is past, gone and done
see how lives can be temporary
whispered promises long forgotten
embraces that turned cold
the timelessness suddenly ended
abandoned, nothing more to hold
barely able to remember
how it was, or how it could’ve been
this past of a future life
so it was thought, so it seemed.
***Nagozu Aldean is Basque for "I Stay Near You". It was from a book I read when I was 12 years of age. Never forgot the term.