Best Brazilian Poems
She said, "It was fun yesterday and hot!"
"I made love with a Brazilian all day!"
Her friend said, "Shut up, I hope you did not!"
"How many is a Brazilian anyway?"
I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests,
About modern centuries and glass cities,
Tattooed Indians who are murdered too,
For a handle of gold or green diamond,
I write the greatness of Brazilian forests
Roots that descend to explore the earth,
Leaves that capture white light,
Suns that fall on the wild jaguar,
I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests,
Friends of the earth and emerald sky,
Beheaded trunks like haughty kings,
Rivers polluted by bad mercury,
I write the great sadness of happy Indians,
Insects that we eat on the stone
Large trees providing oxygen,
That they slaughter for expensive cosmetics,
I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests,
May it reach our deaf ears,
Let it open our doors as a silence, new one,
A silence deeper than our history and Gods.
J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes,
Des siècles modernes et des cités de verre,
Des indiens tatoués que l’on assassine trop,
Pour une poignée d’or ou de diamant vert,
J’écris la grandeur des forêts brésiliennes
Des racines qui descendent explorer la terre,
Des feuilles qui capturent la lumière blanche,
Des soleils qui tombent sur le jaguar sauvage,
J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes,
Des amis de la terre et du ciel d’émeraude,
Des troncs décapités comme des rois hautains,
Des rivières souillées par le mercure mauvais,
J’écris la grande tristesse des indiens joyeux,
Des insectes que l’on mange sur la pierre
Des grands arbres pourvoyeurs d’oxygène,
Que l’on massacre pour des cosmétiques chers,
J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes,
Qu’elle parvienne jusqu’à nos oreilles sourdes,
Qu’elle ouvre nos portes comme un silence,
Plus profond que notre histoire et nos Dieux.
A former goalie in prison for life
For feeding his dogs parts of his dead wife
Was granted a work-release to play soccer again
For the Brazilian pro soccer team needing a win
Note: According to the Trenton NJ newspaper, NJ Considered Ban on Bare-it-
all “Brazilian” Wax due to complications suffered by some.
I know it's not about a foot that's bare
Butt where you wear your underwear
Though I was warned, "You can't go there"
I have this poem I have to share
New Jersey is drawing the line when it comes to bikini waxing
It seems the Brazilian “bare-it-all” wax has gotten a bit - - - well - - taxing
You see this Brazilian “bare-it-all” wax
Is intended for fronts and those a bit lax
To rid the old body of anything curly
And let yourself look a bit younger and girly
But women have gotten unhealthy infections
And are forced to take pills or costly injections
To counter the trauma they had to endure
Insuring their lines were clean and secure
But you see by law, that’s not even allowed
There are parts of the body that should be left proud
And if someone is waxing you back to your youth
It’s a little unseemly – a little uncouth
It is better to leave some parts unattended
Then to get Mother Nature upset and offended
So New Jersey will seal this Brazilian Wax fate
After all they are known as The Garden State
Contest: Barefoot
Corn compressed in cloth
low heat steamed at kettle mouth
brazilian couscous
I remember seeing your picture
so beautiful to my eyes
a lady of my dreams a beauty queen
i never thought you would love me,
for your more beautiful then i've ever seen a brazilian queen
my samba dream.
gardens filled with love.
waters flowing like a love poem.
iam lost forever in your beautiful eyes
my body so raw but i have forever found my cure my love
forever more.
the nightwalker
They left before the end
The game is not for over
They had to leave the field
I’ve grown up,
Growing up to the graveyard tomb
I’ve watched,
Watching many won and defeated teams
No; never I supported this team,
Still not supporting for the five won world cup
This is yellow jersey
As like the blooming sunflower at rising sun
Ever active untamable
Irresistible, indomitable
I didn’t lose
We, the supporters, didn’t lose
Brazil, A Seleção, didn’t lose
The group of rhythmic samba dance didn’t lose
It is an evanescent suffering
It is a dewy passion on the desert
Everything will come back very soon
Just recovered health the football king
I support this team, am supporter
Because, it’s a natural source of soccer
We watched- Pele, Garrincha, Romario, Zico,
Rivaldo, Phenomenon Ronaldo, Ronadinho
Watched their metrical composition of feet
In field they offered peerless football treat
Cafu, Kaká, Carlos, Robinho, Bebeto with them many more
We never forget their world class charismatic game sure
O Neymar, Silva, Kutinho, Martinelli, Vinicius
Play, play and play; give us back your best cruise
Don’t break down; we are with you always
Prepare for the Next World Cup in Ca-Me-US
Long live Brazilian National Football Team
Long live the ever rhythmic game stream
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
12/12/2022
Our soldiers in world War II fought in Italy
till now we narrate with glory their history
Brazilian woman, you never hide. You always sing in a loud voice letting every
one
know that the world is still alive.
You dance Samba among the zombies, scorching them with sparks from the fire
of
your soul and infecting them with the will to live again. The world would be gray
without you.
Brazilian woman, with giant steps you forge a trail of joy and fill everyone you
touch
with hope. The sun is your companion and the moon your lover. Your skin is
black
and white. From your veins flows a current of seawater. The seagulls eat from
your
hands and the glow of the beach surrenders before your eyes. No matter where
you go, you take sand in your feet.
Brazilian woman, when you voice our names, they turn into song. Our
appearance
is more becoming at your side. You warm our hearts when you tell us that we are
all stars, and that we only have to look at the night to find ourselves.
Brazilian woman, never hide, always sing in a loud voice.
A friend's offering me help in mating.
Dear, please, I will still take another shot
At finding a soulmate worth relating -
I'll buy bikini with Brazilian cut.
Know feeling for me
If sky knows fact, you don't fly
off, wind hears cloud's plea.
~x~x~
Cashews and guavas
luscious contagious odors
perfume the kitchen
Rico the Brazilian porcupine is an inspiration to us all.
He now has his own representative, a Rico doll.
The doll is sold in our gift shop, also sent worldwide.
Children are thrilled to see the warm stuffy inside.
Rico the Brazilian porcupine has made our day.
We hope that he lives a long time; this we all do say.
He is a sweetheart and seems happy in our little zoo.
We try to keep him fed, warm and happy. Wouldn’t you?
Brilliant bright brazen Brazilian Brutus brokered brave
Broomsticks bragging beyond bellowing birch branches
Bypassing bitty bites brought on by bystanders.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this cataract thing
don't bother me today
still don't pick me up,
but tomorrow perhaps...?
But the pterygium,
oh dirty little fellow,
made me apply ointment
that glued as rice...
But I took both,
but they left a sequel
to sight the screens,
I zoom in a lot...
But elegantly,
I look with both eyes,
so the left I utilize
because the law(right) is blinding...
I look equal to the giant ogre
from that movie of Ulysses... !