Short Pamplona Poems

The running of the bulls in Pamplona
Is part of the San Fermin Festival
What excitement awaits the mayor’s call
To win accolades is “muy bona”
Escaping bull’s piercing horns  is daring
Runners like the danger they are sharing
They seek prize, adulations “corona”....

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"EARS OF FURY"

“I'm done,” she said
and she got out of her
car grabbing
her kid
from the backseat.
“You're not my father,”
she said,
walking away
without lessons from
a father.
then she was
out of my sight,
angry like 
a bull running without
direction in Pamplona.


By: Chicano Eddie
7-17-2016...

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Its 3 o’clock.
And the walls are telling me to sleep
But no luck
As my brain throbs like the bulls of Pamplona
Giving way to
Pretty, vacant wanderings through empty fields
To clear my head
Then the caffeine buzz at half six
And the bittersweet sting
Of revealing rays on my face 
As the gloominess evaporates
And in the window my eyes shine blood red...

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On bovine hooves death thunders near
Along Pamplona cobblestones:
Fleet, snorting brutes with thrashing horns
Enrich my life through coursing fear.

My frantic sprint lends throbbing heart
As death stampedes on bovine hooves;
One slip, a fall, could spell my doom—
True love for life does dread impart!



December 6, 2016
Flirt Poetry Contest
Lewis Raynes, Sponsor...

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Festival Of San Fermin

Running the gamble
— living the dream

(Pamplona Spain: July, 1977)



‘Pathway To Hell ...”

Money is to promises
what bureaucracy is to care
Chasing lost indemnity
— uncertainty’s despair

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024) 



The Lost Garden

A bad seed
illy planted
Fallow
—and alone

(Denison Iowa, September, 1967)


Au Chante

The pathway 
to happiness
Goes through 
—the open heart

(Midway Airport: August, 2024)

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