"andalusian" poems - Hello Poetry

Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, ******* of towers, grabs her around the waist. Four riders passed by on Andalusian ponies, with blue and green jackets and big, dark capes. 'Come to Cordoba, muchacha.' The girl won't listen to them. Three young bullfighters passed, slender in the waist, with jackets the color of oranges and swords of ancient silver. 'Come to Sevilla, muchacha.' The girl won't listen to them. When the afternoon had turned dark brown, with scattered light, a young man passed by, wearing roses and myrtle of the moon. 'Come to Granada, inuchacha.' And the girl won't listen to him. The girl with the pretty face keeps on picking olives with the grey arm of the wind wrapped around her waist. Tree, tree dry and green.

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Federico García Lorca

Arbolé, Arbolé

Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, ******* of towers, grabs her around the waist. Four riders passed by on Andalusian ponies, with blue and green jackets and big, dark capes. 'Come to Cordoba, muchacha.' The girl won't listen to them. Three young bullfighters passed, slender in the waist, with jackets the color of oranges and swords of ancient silver. 'Come to Sevilla, muchacha.' The girl won't listen to them. When the afternoon had turned dark brown, with scattered light, a young man passed by, wearing roses and myrtle of the moon. 'Come to Granada, inuchacha.' And the girl won't listen to him. The girl with the pretty face keeps on picking olives with the grey arm of the wind wrapped around her waist. Tree, tree dry and green.

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You know how the saying goes "When the people are ready, The Master will appear" Well, I think the people are ready For someone to emerge, And save us from our fear It's time for a new revolution One that doesn't end in blood But who will wear the mask? And who will bear the sword? And will they be the hero that we need? Will you ride the black Andalusian? Will you leave your mark across the land? Will you guide us through the night, Can you be the dawning light? The time has come to make a stand The New World hangs in the air Swinging by a thread above an ocean of despair And our fate rests in the hands of Father Time And our own will to leave our children a better life So will you ride the black Andalusian? Will you leave your mark across the land? Will you guide us through the night, Can you be the dawning light? The time has come to make a stand Will you draw a line in the sand?

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC

xan-abyss

Black Andalusian

You know how the saying goes "When the people are ready, The Master will appear" Well, I think the people are ready For someone to emerge, And save us from our fear It's time for a new revolution One that doesn't end in blood But who will wear the mask? And who will bear the sword? And will they be the hero that we need? Will you ride the black Andalusian? Will you leave your mark across the land? Will you guide us through the night, Can you be the dawning light? The time has come to make a stand The New World hangs in the air Swinging by a thread above an ocean of despair And our fate rests in the hands of Father Time And our own will to leave our children a better life So will you ride the black Andalusian? Will you leave your mark across the land? Will you guide us through the night, Can you be the dawning light? The time has come to make a stand Will you draw a line in the sand?

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Granada is a town that holds quite well its very own, With an unique culture blend that is difficult to disown, There is the confluence of diverse religions, Which frankly, is nothing short of legion Christianity and Islam pervade all aspects of daily life, In shops, monuments and restaurants with hardly any strife, It always feels good to see such diversity, All the more so when there is unmistakable unity The up and down alleys are a countless maze, That can leave visitors in a state of daze, There is little possibility however of losing track, Since there is rarely ever a cul-de-sac Restaurants and street cafes are just about everywhere, All one needs to know is how to get there, The variety of cuisine is as diverse as it can be, That one just needs to ask "what will it be"? Flamenco performers strut their talent at the wayside, With enthusiastic onlookers egging them on side by side, The foot tapping rhythm is pure joy to listen, Through hours of practice, drawn from inspiration within Crowds gather at the square for a glimpse of the sunset view, Grabbing vantage spots for the breathtaking view, The endless clicking of photos is inevitable as it would seem, For those who skip it, it would probably remain in their dreams Ice creams and sorbets come in a multitude of flavors, Making a choice is never without a waiver, People of all ages love savoring the cool taste, From morning till late night, there is rarely any haste Driving through 15 feet narrow alleys would appear to require special skills, Not so to the locals who probably deem it a routine daily drill, Peugeots, Renaults, Skodas and Benz can all be seen at play, Hey, this is Europe - hence there is little surprise at the wide array! From Granada to Cordoba is the next lap of our travel, Wonder what mystique it is likely to unravel, Thus far it has been totally exhilarating, So look forward to some more poetic commentating

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC

UtopianMystique_51

Granada - Spain's Andalusian Grandeur

Granada is a town that holds quite well its very own, With an unique culture blend that is difficult to disown, There is the confluence of diverse religions, Which frankly, is nothing short of legion Christianity and Islam pervade all aspects of daily life, In shops, monuments and restaurants with hardly any strife, It always feels good to see such diversity, All the more so when there is unmistakable unity The up and down alleys are a countless maze, That can leave visitors in a state of daze, There is little possibility however of losing track, Since there is rarely ever a cul-de-sac Restaurants and street cafes are just about everywhere, All one needs to know is how to get there, The variety of cuisine is as diverse as it can be, That one just needs to ask "what will it be"? Flamenco performers strut their talent at the wayside, With enthusiastic onlookers egging them on side by side, The foot tapping rhythm is pure joy to listen, Through hours of practice, drawn from inspiration within Crowds gather at the square for a glimpse of the sunset view, Grabbing vantage spots for the breathtaking view, The endless clicking of photos is inevitable as it would seem, For those who skip it, it would probably remain in their dreams Ice creams and sorbets come in a multitude of flavors, Making a choice is never without a waiver, People of all ages love savoring the cool taste, From morning till late night, there is rarely any haste Driving through 15 feet narrow alleys would appear to require special skills, Not so to the locals who probably deem it a routine daily drill, Peugeots, Renaults, Skodas and Benz can all be seen at play, Hey, this is Europe - hence there is little surprise at the wide array! From Granada to Cordoba is the next lap of our travel, Wonder what mystique it is likely to unravel, Thus far it has been totally exhilarating, So look forward to some more poetic commentating

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from andalusian mountains, clomp girls in spidery shoes, green velvet cloaks of winged-fluffy catkins they all have plum heads, boys' chins they are sour, studious in their hopscotch, stale of their billowy plaits— their blushy moon swallows up cyclops eyes, red-centred with crocodile feet glowing like sailor stars

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Dec 10, 2017

Dec 10, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC

helloaubergine

remarkable girls

from andalusian mountains, clomp girls in spidery shoes, green velvet cloaks of winged-fluffy catkins they all have plum heads, boys' chins they are sour, studious in their hopscotch, stale of their billowy plaits— their blushy moon swallows up cyclops eyes, red-centred with crocodile feet glowing like sailor stars

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Shake the beach-combed locks and how this Spanish Plume becomes, a vaunted posturing of poppies.. The way is high and undiluted. Office blocks have melted to a salty insignificance, their oscillating convolutions baked, on oven -cambers.... Catch, her sorbet-samba glamping apricot in sandalwood, a paper-chasing chatelaine, gone, daisy, down, the dockside pan. Our Painted Lady tumble-dries the bramble-crab, peroxide. Her ox-eye, Andalusian tours to rhapsodies of ice-cream vans.

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Dec 13, 2019

Dec 13, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC

alistair-william-bullen

Vanessa

Shake the beach-combed locks and how this Spanish Plume becomes, a vaunted posturing of poppies.. The way is high and undiluted. Office blocks have melted to a salty insignificance, their oscillating convolutions baked, on oven -cambers.... Catch, her sorbet-samba glamping apricot in sandalwood, a paper-chasing chatelaine, gone, daisy, down, the dockside pan. Our Painted Lady tumble-dries the bramble-crab, peroxide. Her ox-eye, Andalusian tours to rhapsodies of ice-cream vans.

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You sublime joy drunkenness of my faith dreamed name of my life pleasant euphoria pleasing to my being my heart is waiting the time of a tango tempo of my heart you my delicate flame your body united to mine dance under the moon lights and shadows an air of Argentina the bandoneon music the tango grants our steps you in me You the harmonious gift sublimes my soul softens my being rock my words by the nice Andalusian song the melody charms my hearing You my joy my day and my night my wonderful life!

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC

djamel-eddine-nasri

My joy

You sublime joy drunkenness of my faith dreamed name of my life pleasant euphoria pleasing to my being my heart is waiting the time of a tango tempo of my heart you my delicate flame your body united to mine dance under the moon lights and shadows an air of Argentina the bandoneon music the tango grants our steps you in me You the harmonious gift sublimes my soul softens my being rock my words by the nice Andalusian song the melody charms my hearing You my joy my day and my night my wonderful life!

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