Best Copacabana Poems

Rio de Janeiro, a city by the shore:
Home to Ipanema, Carnival and dance folklore.
As a child, of you I read, from books that showed your Christ.
Arms outstretched, He guards your days and lights your sky by night.
And now I’ve stood beneath His feet and breathed...

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I adored being out on the immense, rushing sea, and I had myriad dreams,
Like slumbering, yellow days of summer, with its vibrant, gorgeous themes.

My dream was for a great sea adventure, when the blush was on the rose,
Like dreamy, starlit eves on a beach, with...

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We all need sun, O white pulp
Pineapple and soft light, mango
Me first, then the policeman, then Solène,
We need a long Brazilian nap,
in Bahia or on the fine sand of Copacabana.

The tanned skins are full of secrets,
Vitamins, pulp and sunsets 
The tanned skins know our defects,
The...

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Wander in my poem,
As if on the beaches of Copacabana.
Lay down on every one of its words,
as if on the warm, hazelnut sand.
Let the sun color your skin
and rest upon your back.
Forget who you are,
as I have been trying to do for so long.
 
For...

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Have you seen the part time plumber?
He plumbs in winter and a pop-star in summer
During a plumbing job, he will thrust out his spanner
Singing into it “Copacabana”...

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Bolsonaro was president of Brazil from 2019 to 2023.
Former army officer and right-wing nationalist who revered Brazil's 1964–1985 military rule.
Jair Bolsonaro sought to arm a disarmed nation.
To a place where gun ownership meant freedom.
Anti-establishment populism led Bolsonaro to office.
Furious by the Petrobras scam that soiled...

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What's a simple man like me
Doing in this part of town
Especially at a time like this
When the sun is going down

I crank my Barry Manilow 
Up on my cassette deck radio
Letting all the boys round here know
That I'm down with the sound and flow

That's when...

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There's a sweet young lady named Jill
for whom travel is such a big thrill.
She sees many places
and lots of kind faces
in Asheville, Nashville,
Seattle and Seville,
Belleville, Louisville
and Copacabana, Brazil!...

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If a beauty speaks in poetic word
Then my language is look like
The west sky rainbow

If a beauty floats in poetic stream
Then my note book is look like
The horizon of Emerald Ocean

If a beauty lives in poetic sight
Then my sovereign ink is look like
The childlike yellow...

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18


 I know there are no answers in Saint Germain des Prés
Or in Copacabana, nor on the top of Everest,
That’s why we’re listening to Albert Camus,
That we eat frog legs,

There is no response from teachers or mechanics
Or The stewards,
That’s why we walk to calm down,
There...

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