DANIEL DE CULLA - POEMS

Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, and photographer. He’s member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He participated in many Festivals of Poetry, and Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and Amsterdam. He is moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos; e-mail: [email protected]

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(Graffitti in Burgos)
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BILLIARDS AND DARTS
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A teacher asks Little James
What balls are those that don’t have hairs
And Little James answered quicly:
-None, teacher, because all the balls
And more those of Villar
Have hairs.
There was laughter by spoonfuls
Like garlic soups
In Roa de Duero, Burgos
Before corralling bulls.
Little students from Aranda de Duero
Know this joke very well
And always talk of it
When they go to the wine cellar
And, into the deep of it
They touch the balls among them
To see which of them
Have more grown hair.
To who that has the longest hair
They sent him to Burgos
With free expenses
 As a prize for competing
In a competition of Billiards and Darts
To a place called "At Plane", in Gamonal
Telling him at the Bus Station
Before car beging to move:
- Take care, Villar, you're going to Burgos
To compete at Plane
Ones with darts, others with sticks".
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Graffiti- Burgos

PLANET TRUMP
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Trump, gypsylike to, illustrates
The scintilla of  life:
Making a Trump taking many lives
Wishing and hunting
Ancient skills of skinning.
His powerful majic odor
Dilates our nostrils
And quickens our hearts.
He will be written  with berry juice
Since his brain is as a tortilla
made with turtle’s eggs
coming to Act, coming to Eat
With Putin and his Ego
Within the necessities
Of all the livings.
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FROM BEGINNING TO END
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From beginning to end
is explained absolutely everything worth knowing
about absolutely nothing.
Why not’?
We felt that the Beginning is a true leaf
of the inmortal literature
as a side of bacon changing the pig
discovering the best way to keep its legend alive
encouraging mytology
and the controversy about it:
Sun wil have its tide spreading over our maps
Moon remembering us we were gone
and we still sing everything waiting
for birth, death
inside this den of us.
Spring, Summer, Autum, Winter
coming with feelings of love, radiance
quiet and delight
As ever.
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WE ARE ALL A LIKE
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​Crossing the Street
I’m just celebrating
The feline sense of “Like”.
How do You like Me?
I like more bananas than slices of water-melon.
And I really feel like
And yet I induced  it like
That is like.
What is he like?
The like as Me.
With my own words to receive
To touch, to perceive:
Baby is like to live; Old is like to die.
You have eyes like stars
And the face like an Ass.
I’m going to divorce You
For that¡
Like father, like son.