Spaniard Poems - Poems about Spaniard

... 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 answ......Read More

...there are some people I do know they speak of places I can't go ooh then some if God is real might should I ask the chores of one done by two Makes easy the task? Hadian speak to the Roma......Read More

...From Where Do You Come? You look great, Spaniard In your new Zara clothing. ¿De donde eres? Paratext bit: Many years ago, shortly after I moved to Spain, I read a book about the history an......Read More

...Spaniard Juan Gris with an early death his cubism ceased Many faceted a bit like Picasso 'Possibilities of Painting' his credo......Read More

...Spaniard Antoio Tapies taught himself with great ease He mixed materials so very coarse useful for expressing ideas with such force......Read More

...Spaniard Salvador Dali a surrealist he came to be With ego & flamboyancy he did persist this moustachiod self-publicist ......Read More

... my fingertips touch ... tender, but with melodic intent you tremble just SO ... and sigh sweetly the delightful answer to my questioning hands a gentle press ... your supple curves against......Read More

...Lost in a Land of Gold and Honey What is white? What do you call white? White can be a mixture of races like shepherd pie. A mixture of vegetables, meat, spices, then ......Read More

...A Spaniard always panics while he's among Hispanics. Volodymyr Knyr 2017......Read More

...A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equaled the amount ......Read More

...How have you been, it's ok to tella Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see That Brooks and Paris need some money Please support our trip to the far east On the search for gold, spices, and pe......Read More

... Onward ever onward down the awesome lanes of time, Coming going, dying reborn, another life inclined, One time in Tasmania the Pommy hunters killed us out, A prisoner in irons, cat ......Read More

...A picture I’ve saved shows a suave Spaniard on a horse. Dressed in a matador’s jacket, he’s turned to the crowd, smiling. Behind him, sitting sideways is a woman, dark hair pulle......Read More

...I am a word, a simple scribble - ink arranged on empty page; I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's pulpit, or the actor's stage. I'm sprayed in hate on subway walls or whi......Read More

...There was a young man from Majorca, Who was an annoying incessant talker, His friends found a pool and threw him in But sadly for them they just couldn't win, Wouldn't you know he could t......Read More