Short Matador Poems

To play with bull
You have to have
Balls of steel....

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The bull rushed against 
the Mexican matador, 
as spectators watched....

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angry bull sees red
matador is gored to death
church bells are ringing

06-28-17...

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The famous killer seven the great...
I killed seven mosquitoes
All of a Sole Played
I turned hero immediately,... !
A HERO NOW I AM......

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Under
The full moon
El Matador
Dressed in his Bolero
Held pose

His lean
Muscled form
Above the norm
Now shows a pounch from age
Still loved...

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A well-groomed matador José
Liked to moisturize with Oil of Olay
His hands lost their grip
The cape it did slip
He was gored as he cried out "¡Olé!"...

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A brave matador, named Jose
Marched into the bull ring, one day.
There arose a great cheer,
When a disgruntled steer
Charged in, and chased Jose away....

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Romantic Ramona from Verona
     Fell hard for a matador named Jonah
        She hopped on a plane
        Headed straight for Spain
     Found out Jonah lived in Arizona...

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the matador enters a china shop
This can’t be good! Yelled out Cousin Slop.
The rest of us began to laugh, which made him mad.
If there is anyone you do not interrupt, it is my Dad....

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Carlos was a world famous matador

   He had suffered a ton of blood and gore

      He'd made lots of dinero

         Tanglin' with old el toro

            Carlos retired to be 'bullied' no more...

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a hero in the heart
where blood spills over dust
scarcely missing polished boots

palms to the lips
and a kiss to crowds who cheer
his downing of the beast

abanico and acero
grace at the altar of horns
for love in the dances of death...

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He is the son, 
of the storm, 
and from bone and blood he is reborn,
a dancing ghost-god matador, 
spinning in the sea.

Though he appears, 
calm as stone, 
he is lost amid the ocean foam,
unable to reclaim his throne, 
of human dignity....

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Panda Pete was an avid carnivore
Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more
Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador
where he lived with a meat-eating matador
these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store
purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore....

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The rain pitter patters off the tin roof
Like little mice scurrying the dirt looking for a meal
It lulls me to sleep, into a peaceful slumber
I am awakened soon by booming thunder
Like the rush of a bull attempting to gore his matador
Oh the crazy animals in my nature!...

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disjointed efforts pulling sinews apart
inside the coliseum of sexual contest
an ensanguined sheet is waved
relentlessly taunting the stubborn beast

their saline soaked hides
give meaning to the matador's intent
without spilling the bull's blood
he sighs with lament...

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In a town a clown
in a field a circus
the clown is in tears
the circus packed....

A angry bull in an arena
The matador dressed magnificently
The bull attacks
The matador battered.....

In a church a priest
In a school a girl
The priest hugs the girl
inappropriately...

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He'd lived for fighting! In the ring,
the matador was hailed as brave.
They said he was the bull fight king.
He'd lived for fighting in the ring. 
But then he lost, one day in spring -
his birthday - trampled to his grave.
He'd lived! For fighting in the ring, 
the matador was hailed as brave!

written 9th May, for Andrea's Triolet contest...

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Limerick : Once slick Senorita from Sevilla – 6

Once slick Senorita from Sevilla
Watched proud Toro shamed by faena*
So she lured Picador
Behind her unlocked door
And gored him till he split on his Pica.

•	faena : the manœuvres with the cape
the toro is subjected to by the matador
after the maiming of the magnificent beast
by the picador

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Pedro, a slick, suave and smooth matador
  The pride of his native-state, Ecuador
    He'd flash his red cape
    The bull would go ape
  After each pass, the fans shouted, 'Encore!'

  One time Pedro let the bull come too close
  The crowd sat in stunned silence, comatose
    Pedro may have been gored badly
    Yet he still smiled most gladly
  'Time for a new gig,' he said ~ 'Adios!'...

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A fool matador by name of El Cid
Could not control either ego or id
  Turned his back on the bull
  Felt a rude tug, hard pull
Two horns split his tights down the seams, they did

One should never turn his back on a bull
Unless, of course, one's extremely skillful
  Bulls are fierce and large
  For certain they'll charge
Just to get a yummy good bellyful



        ~  B.B. and G.W. ~...

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General Black awoke from something so frightening.
He said to his wife at five thirty in the morning:
“Honey, I just had that dream that’s been reoccurring.
I saw a matador killing a bull in the ring.
Why every night would I dream about such a strange thing?
They need me today in Washington for a meeting.
I will return tonight.  Will you need money for anything?”

Based on the 1964 film "Fail-Safe"...

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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 empty soul.
Sentient beings put to the sword
To amuse the masses.
Entertainment for the demented.
Give voice to those who cannot speak
Help stop the slaughter. 
Use your voice to say
No way, not ole. 
Bye bye to the matador....

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like a hot iron upon the palm
 i bullmark blackened charcoal
 to paper, searing each line as i write.

 the ring of a coffee mug on my journal
 turns pencil to spear coffee imprint 
to  dusty hoofprint.... 

and i am as a spanish matador cursing
 the majesty of the great beast.

 with its last threshold of a breath 
in the pastures of praise, percing 
its side with a number 2 pencil.
 so gently in it's ashen shore of flesh 
i die a little too.......

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LET  ME



When a smile pours
From your face in delight
Let me feel   refreshed
In its liquid softness.

If distance separates us
Let me sense your spirit close
As you touch me deep
And light my way
Let me soak my soul
In your bright water

When shark attacks with gory teeth
Let me swim between
And bloody it as a matador
Or share its sharp tips

And as the waves
Swell us to the surface
The closeness  of a heartbeat
Is all that separates us.
Let me be
No further away....

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Eleven elves even the score.
Fashioning into a matador.
A bull comes along, but does not gore.
Aiding elves is what he had sworn.

If you believe this is mere folklore,
I will ask you to please go next door
To borrow salt, sugar, tea, and more.
For they are rich, and we are poor.

I can no longer show myself at the store.
I am a thief, sought out by the owner Ms. Core.
Her husband is even meaner, they are both a bore.
No more questions. Please just go next door....

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