Toro Poems - Poems about Toro

Bravo Toro! Snorting and bloodied in the mid-day sun, he paws the ground. His angry eye is fixed. He charges and the matador is spun off balance, tangled in his cape, he trips. His suit of lights impaled and tossed aloft, transfixed, a crumpled rag doll, motionless, the crowd is silenced. Yet again he’s tossed. A deep groan from the crowd. The bull,...

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A bull that she took by the horn Just happened to step on her corn Forget the piano He's now a soprano And wishes he'd never been born!...

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He'd lived for fighting! In the ring, the matador was hailed as brave. They said he was the bull fight king. He'd lived for fighting in the ring. But then he lost, one day in spring - his birthday - trampled to his grave. He'd lived! For fighting in the ring, the matador was hailed as brave! written 9th May, for...

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Snorting and bloodied in the mid-day sun, He paws the ground. His angry eye is fixed. He charges and the matador is spun Off balance. Tangled in his cape, he trips. His suit of lights impaled and tossed aloft, Transfixed, a crumpled rag doll, motionless, The crowd is silenced. Yet again he's tossed. A deep groan from the crowd. The bull, possessed, Exultant...

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Toro was waiting anxiously at the local dog shelter, with sad lonely eyes. He paced back and forth, as the days passed him by. If I wasn't a little Chihuahua, maybe they would choose me then. I rather be a strong German Shepherd, because they always get picked, and my loneliness, would end. Oh, oh some...

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As the crowd cheered his entrance, el toro looked at the beauty and pageantry of the event. His heart swelled to know that he had a role to play in all of this celebration. Too late he discovered that his role would be his last. As the lance and spears pierce his flesh does he cry in pain? Does...

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Limerick : Once a Toro in a Madrid prairie Once a Toro in a Madrid prairie Wondered why it had two horns, not three Spaniards signal cuckold With two fingers all told So three for Spanish husbands in Paris ?* *Paris : pronounced in French as : Parie/Paree © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Limerick : Once a Toro loved by a Matador Once a Toro* loved by a Matador* Maimed between shoulders by Picador* Matador garrocha* Picador muchacha* Picador cornudo* Matador. *Toro : bull raised for fighting in arenas (rings) *Matador : « matador de toros », bullfighter ; usually the...

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TORO TORTURED I never want another dream to enter my head If necessary I’ll never again enter my bed Of late my dreams are all of dreariness and dread And rather than dream I’d rather be dead Why, beg I, must I dream every night, only to awake amidst misery and fright? With my eyes opened wide all my dreams have been...

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Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’ Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’… … for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’ Shone Eyes Like El Dorado He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’ Like The Range of Sierra Madre’ …Now, He Sat Center The Cantina Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’” Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?... If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’ And Mercedes, Bring Over More...

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