Samba Poems - Poems about Samba

...No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything, And we do not lack time, But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say, Like a saxophone solo in a New York club, To say that......Read the rest...

...Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the view of Brest, days it......Read the rest...

...Eternal sunset is running down these knees, Flowing in a song, too seamless to be seen through seas, Let the sand be our witness as we ease , While we move to the waves of the horizon making us......Read the rest...

...I think so I am, Thank you Descartes, She dances samba, so I’m, She likes strawberries and roasted chestnuts, So I am, She has butterflies in her eyes So I am, Thank you Descartes, It is not ......Read the rest...

... Oh, my heart has divine, samba-musical, dream treats, I sit here tapping in golden shod, tanned, perfumed feet. Unwilling to share my dreams, lest they from me, disappe......Read the rest...

...Chromatic Voglio chetu sia mio Ibi locutus sum J 'espere que je ne le regretterai pas Na ia jeg takkle meg selv Daar is geen skeuring tussen jou en my nie Es un honored haberna sentido as......Read the rest...

... Ah, I remember those smashing days when I was dancing till dawn! Refusing to be a workforce pawn. It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face! I enjoyed the joy, the people-pepp......Read the rest...

...On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine. Starting from the South where the powerful Ashan......Read the rest...

...On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine. Starting from the South where the powerful Ashan......Read the rest...

...Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling. As her olive skin neatly curved fingers slid over an intermittentl......Read the rest...

...A cloud, a drop, a puddle, a stream A river that drifts into a dream As the water crests the curtain is drawn A cascade of froth flows forever on The breeze and spray swirl and sway Like a g......Read the rest...

...Let's dwell a tiny bit on that skill most hanker after, of mastering a language that especially enthrals, infused with magic rhythm so fervent, pulsing music lilt, anthem-rich samba, think fo......Read the rest...

...SMOKING WILL KILL YOU He said “Smoking will kill you!” catching the faint smell, scanning for ash trays as he entered her apartment, ready to accept months of miscalculation of red lips and ......Read the rest...

...Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle audience anticipation Shift in seats, hammered hearts Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle confines communication To thespian garish starring ......Read the rest...

...A voice that still haunts me and lives in my dreams The first time I saw her a boy of sixteen She lived just a mile from where I am now A treasure so hidden to whose memory I bow The Samb......Read the rest...