Spain Poems - Poems about Spain

I In my palace, I have built a hundred fountains. Though they play all day, none can match the sparkle of her eyes. II In my garden, I have created paradise. Alas, the chaffinch sings her heart out in my neighbor's tree....

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Can anyone follow the news anymore? during Euro 2024, after the UK elections, when I want to know the latest selections, In Gareth Southgate’s team, In Sir Keir Starmer’s team, with everyone analysing, prophesying, what this or that might mean. Even if we heard those songs before, all the pundits are oh so cock-sure, everyone thinks they know the score, the truth is nobody ever knows, until...

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Oh, beautiful Spain, a home to Two grounds so grand That humiliate and entertain Every football fan across the land. A home to Real Madrid A club where dreams are made Where wonderful talents are bred And European dominance is displayed. On the shores of Spain's seas Lies another giant, Barcelona A home to one of the game's greatest A team a football lover can...

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Manifestations of your Gauzy Fantasies Unravelling Bonds of Tangled, Mangled Destinies Sun of Man Set His Right Eye on Me Tenaciously Searing, Calculating To Entrap Me, A Prisoner to His Needs Inspired A Premedimated Deed did He With Intent To Plant a Seed! Stormed Wrecked and Invaded My Archipelago Pirate Prowess, Sophomoric, He Stared, I Jeered, Blotted Proviso Smeared Drenched In Salted Sweet, Freshly Spring...

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"The Vagabond life is the logical life to lead if one seeks the intimate knowledge of the world we are seeking." Richard Halliburton The vagabond walked down my street. He was a pleasure to meet. He told me how far he had come, And how he enjoyed living like a bum. In Africa, he found where the Nile River began, Located...

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The Head of Spanish Geese couldn’t find a single Portu-geese Even the prettiest of ‘Pretty Pleases’ Couldn’t persuade those geeses ~ to renew their visas ...

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This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne, so long, farewell, Virginia Plain, strife was yesterday's heavy load, life is tomorrow's open road, it's time to hitchhike once again. Heading where songs, don't sound the same, and no-one stops to ask your name, they'll think I'm another Tom Joad, this highway's mine. Generations tried to explain, through war in Spain, and Catskill rain, how quickly continents explode, but somehow...

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Inquisitive sorts enigmatic notions as positions--scaled left for the right-hander--behold various perceptions, thus preserving perfection as a cure for misdirection's subtle draw. Earnest forgivingly weakens its posture as truth betrays, incredulously, amidst reality outfitted in non-traditions; Judas kisses a face, while the strummed favors oils embrace a straining revelation that pleasures the muted. Distractions of another sort...

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Lorca Translations III Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936) was a Spanish poet, playwright and theater director. He was assassinated during the Spanish Civil War and his body was never found. Paisaje (“Landscape”) by Federico Garcia Lorca translation by Michael R. Burch The olive orchard opens and closes like a fan; above the grove a sunken sky dims; a dark rain falls on warmthless lights; reeds tremble by the...

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Lorca Translations I Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico Garcia Lorca loose translation by Michael R. Burch I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples far from the bustle of cemeteries. I want to sleep the dream-filled sleep of the child who longed to cut out his heart on the high seas. I don't want to hear how the corpse retains...

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Walking about las ramblas at night you can see the desperation with a constant feeling of trepidation People that never got much of an education not one qualification Prostitutes selling their body to feed a habit and pay for their accommodation as Dealers sell to addicts who want that pleasurable sensation to forget about their life...

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Spain and Sweden were scoreless leading up to the 81st minute when Salma Paralluelo fired a low shot to beat the keeper to give Spain the lead. Sweden's Rebecka Blomqvist leveled late in the 88th minute. Sweden’s celebration lasted only a minute. Olga Carmona scored a beauty off a corner kick, firing Spain into their...

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Drizzle down the crops ~usually dry in Spain~ raindrops are worshiped rain is...

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A disastrous sunflower, Poe is hour after hour now studied the way a murder is by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes long-lived even in death, he suffers in hell through our eyes on the page and our ears thereafter....

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Why do these guys quit before seventy? After achievements Life on Earth empty! There was to be a Macgregor Laird: Before sixty-one years to rest laid... For my avid interest in History, I could not but alight on his story With its private message from Greatness "No, Mystery, no Magic: Eagerness!" What had he shrewdly done: John Beecroft? In their Britain left behind a...

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