Short Quixote Poems
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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."
ubiquitous summer night
where
bamboo butterflies
resting
their
translucent wings
upon
the
windmills and hills of Don Quixote Spain
There’s no confusing Wile E Coyote
with the illustrious Don Quixote.
One is not very handsome and sly,
the other a little more pleasing to the eye
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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.
You bring whimsical words
of glittering, gold-filled escapades
and of sparkling star-dust dreams.
Dreams of gallant adventure and peril,
with a Don Quixote way of tilting windmills.
My friend, Don Quixote, a stubborn fool
Didn't own a horse, so he rode a mule
First he said, 'What's next?'
Then he tried, 'What next?'
Huh? What? ~ He was a little 's' in school
Death defying, Wile E Coyote
Was never a real hero unlike Don Quixote
Wile E couldn’t outsmart Road Runner’s tricks
Not surprisingly he always ended up in a fix!
within the heat burns so sweet,
if you are my valentine,
beware dear lady if we meet,
could be just sweet passions crime,
exquisite....
in time...
if the planets align...
Don (quixote)
In public tanTrump Don has won
As people opted for new dawn,
Voted less a winner,
More against old banner,
Don Quixote has returned as don.
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Happenings |04.11.2024|USA, political
Through the
Hills of Spain,
Pink and white
Cortez flowers
Adorning the
Enchanted blue windmills
Underneath this gray December sky,
Are Don Quixote and his esquire
Poncho, riding through the Spanish flames
Don Quixote
De La Mancha
ending his quest
for the Code of Chivalry
must not die a silent death
along the golden road of Spain
witnessing a fiesta red Sunset
while the Mariachi windmills and
blue dragons sing and chant
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 ?
Form:
we all seem to suffer yet again, again,
but worst of all is the lonesome plane,
we want you well and free of pain,
sweet Carolyn arising,
well again...
our wanted horizon,
bring courage within the flame...
by illness cauterising...
Don (quixote)
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
Sancho Panza loaned his trusty donkey to Don Quixote
they had finally reached the village of the gorgeous Dulcinea.
Baskets brimming with excited sunflowers would be delivered.
The squire congratulated himself for getting the knight-errant here.
He sat back to watch the performance, as Quixote began to sing.
if you kick
my kick
stand
my
bike
will fall
down
and all
the base
ball cards
and clothes
pins will cease
to
spin
and make
noise again
like a brok
en muffler
or a motor
cycle now
just sits
there where
a don Quixote
kid kicks it and
says to
his friend
Sancho it's
dead
Form:
Sancho Panza told Marisancha to pass the plate of Gazpacho
she was screwy and forgot the cue and passed the plate to Cascajo
Sancho hit Mari, Casca hit Panza
Alonso rushed in, gravy bonanza
"Don Quixote de la Mancha" hailed Don Miguel's Alonso Quijano
Idealism
versus
reality
In hope
that Quixote
prevails
Disappointed
again
reading the trends
Materiality
draining
the grail
Peer pressure
determines
what happens
Not some
high minded
value or tome
Greediness trumps
what our virtue
holds dear
Self interest
hitting
— closer to home
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
Dulcinea sits in wonder
as Don Quixote wanders about
fighting his brood of windmill warriors
white sails billowing in the wind
Dulcinea knows his illusion
confusing victories for the spoils
while he conquers his unseen enemy
she ponders her life alone
Dulcinea, Quixote's allusion
beauty fair and loving deep
like the windmills in his mind
alas, she is also not real
THE WILIEST BIRD
My hero is a wily bird,
so gutsy, he's thought quite absurd,
for when he's down and almost out,
he's up and fit for six more bouts.
He'll be blown up, he'll be blown down,
whatever, it is turned around
to energize another go;
through all adversity, he'll grow.
Ever onwards, never wilting
at Roadrunner ever tilting
like his hero, Don Quixote,
my hero, Wile E. Coyote !
Alan McAlpine Douglas
(in response to request to write about my hero)