Dance Spanish Poems

Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night

From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With...

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In the realm where passion blooms,
Beneath the moon's enchanting gloom,
A melody of love unfolds,
Inspired by tales the heart beholds.

Oh, in the whispers of the Spanish...

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Rumbling in my mind
The song of Arleen Hurtado
Trying to get into a Spanish mood
As I gaze at the flamingo dancer,
Dressed in black flaming wide dress.

Hear...

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When will she learn to play, to rise the spirits?
Ancestral spirits yearn for the old glories -
Where forth the strength occupies vacuum;
Despair filled it well!

Let's...

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Friday night is salsa night,
It's when i come alive,
It could be something else for you,
Tango, waltz or jive.

Find the fire that stirs your heart
And then...

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Italian words – spicy hot!
French sayings sound debonair
Faerie language is my fave.
Words dance in the twilight air....

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BLOOD OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and...

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Hey, hey, hey Latin cutie,
hot on the dance floor
come and let me dance with
you, I can feel the heat
radiating from your body
and Whoa I am...

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Coplas on Wine

( here, the famous AntiPoetic Chilean Poet Nicanor Parra, b. 1914, uses the more popular form of the « copla » genre that...

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One. Latino boys like Buffalo Wild Wings. It isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

Two. Latino boys are persistent. When he asks...

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A white walled Spanish villa
over looking a blue Mediterranean rolling sea
the fragrance of pink cherry blossom
and olive groves fill the warm night air
as waves of...

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To the rhythm of Spanish castanets 
The tempestuous autumn wind
beat the mosaic of colorful leaves
into a twirling, swirling flamenco dance




©  Brenda V Northeast ...

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the owl-eyed cat
sleeps quietly
near my 
Spanish blue guitar
while one eye 
peeled open
to watch the
gray mouse afar
that dance across
the six tender
nylon strings that
clap the castanet 
in...

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Oh My Spanish Guitar  
Let me forget all my pain
Let me listen to your meldoy 
Day or night I wouldn't complain

Let me follow your...

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Most delicate señorita of mine,
drop those passionate castanets.
La marea captures her image fine,
moonlight reflecting on each wave.

Chords of adventure that she gave,
el escritor enamored by...

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