Best Rhumba Poems
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
*(Black) Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Categories:
rhumba, romantic love, sensual, summer,
Form:
Sonnet
The Age of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed:
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed:
Yes, my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!
Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!
In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost to much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!
Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
(a sonnet duet: an inspired response to “The Age of Summer Love”)
'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley
May 19, 2018
*(Black) Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Categories:
rhumba, inspiration, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Sonnet
This sunset of peach crowns the bay, aglow
While Manila lies in tropical bliss
This region bustling with tunes as nights flow
Along street cafes where friends reminisce.
The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks prancing on rhumba beats to unveil
My city agleam... near a harbor bright.
Modern yet quaint, this scene is my life’s art
Afloat like an isle of eclectic flair,
Robed in temples,parks of inner child’s heart
For this dwelling charms with beauty to share.
In my abode of pearled Oriental grains,
Manila pulsates in festive refrains.
Where Are You From Contest
Sponsor: Joseph Soper
* Manila ( Philippines)
Categories:
rhumba, beautiful, character, places,
Form:
Rhyme
POTD
Tipping the light with curves arched
and flowing with rain,
she mounts her tinseled limbs
on summertime's crest--
The trees, seeds, and flame
in her eyes lightly open
the fingertips of near August.
Quick to beat on belly drums,
her shadow trance melts
the liquid stars in one tender rush...
How unbridled and young is she,
holding the skirt that lifts into a dance
of raw abandon: the moon hangs
like a harp strutting a rhumba that drifts
on gloss of her arms:
And if every detail of silk on her derriere
can be sewn in weaves fondling her shade ,
this she shall bring too...
In a summer of July's reckless abandon.
First place~
.~
Categories:
rhumba, character, summer,
Form:
Personification
Sometimes when the calypso music explodes
Shards of memories glistening with my pain
My heart like a rhumba box sits silent again
Where slow surfs lap granite doors, genius erodes
The barriers that dreams could stream and rise
Like sprays fogless flowering the coastal skies.
And as academics meander through misty thoughts
Turning to me, inviting my precision of words
I am in the web of comparisons caught, herds
Of histories shepherdless now in stagnant paths
Tremble in the shivering winds of changes here
I represent the hopes anchored in ancient fear.
My education did not come the common way
But from libraries and borrowed books I took
The knowledge that in high schools would hook
No test, using baitless syllabus to stairs the day
Upward from ghetto streets and gang embrace
Scholared by ambition, I get my college place.
I am a kite today, with my string grounded still
In sugarcane fields of happiness, loud streets
Where sellers hawk their wares and love meets
Twinkling eyes, signals to a secret fruiting hill
Where school-less days I set my mind to change
The arguments that listed you and I as strange.
Categories:
rhumba, educationeducation,
Form:
Verse
My body
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth
That could be manipulated
Like a piece of rope
Being made into a knot.
My body
Was made to sway
And flow,
To dip low
And reach high
To the rhythms
Of the universe.
The rhythms
Of a beating heart,
Of wings beating the air,
Of the crashing waves,
Of everything
I am fortunate to hear
And translate into motion.
Oh no,
I am not a trained dancer,
Who practices and practices
To get the technique,
Develop the form,
And in the end,
Add the passion,
If it wasn’t there before.
I won’t be found
On stages dancing
To Mozart, Miles or Eminem,
Nor will I be found
On dance floors
With a number on
My oh so erect back.
I will be found
On crowded dance floors,
In my bedroom,
In my living room,
Under the moonlight,
On beaches,
Letting the rhythms of the universe
Possess me.
You would find me
Dancing,
Be it to a sassy salsa beat,
A fun Bollywood tune,
A little soca,
Some reggae,
Or a soulful piece of jazz.
Be it to a rhumba,
A fast pace techno,
An irresistible house jam,
A fusion of west meets east,
A pop tune I can’t
Get out of my head,
You would find me
Dancing.
And even though,
My mind says no,
“You’ll make a fool of yourself,”
“You don’t know how to dance to that,”
My body ignores it,
And taps a foot,
Sways a hip,
And before long,
My body is in motion.
My body
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth.
Categories:
rhumba, happiness, introspection, life, passion,
Form:
You Can Never Dance A Tango With A Mango
You can never dance a Tango With a Mango
And the Damson is a drama in the Jive.
And the Grapefruit you can bet
Has not done the Rhumba yet
And that a Kumquat does the Foxtrot
Is entirely false.
The Samba when in season can be entirely pleasin’
But the Mango cannot Tango or dance the Waltz.
10/19/17
For 'Daft' contest by Kevin Shaw
Categories:
rhumba, dance, fruit, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I hear the panting of the feet
Like calypso music, breathless and sweet
The rhumba playing in the heart
And diverse tongues caught by the web of art
Same as the mento of the sea
Same as the mento of the sea
Campbell, Sutta, Cliffy and I
Sweet guineps, or mangoes and sun's silver eye
Pressed by the weight of enterprise
We trafficked dreams, but could not name the prize
Poicianna blossoms falling
Poincianna blossoms falling
Youth then, the sweatless memory
Montego Bay, our boyhood bright city
And dusty feet, from street to street
Where at compassions edge we eat
Behold us now bleating with love
Behold us now bleating with love
And, O, I shall come back again
Perhaps to seek, and long for friends in vain
Pyaba and his dancers gone
But still the bright hibiscus blooms the dawn
And withers in the noon day heat
And withers in the noon day heat
I long to climb the coral cliff
I feel the kites excited as they lift
The cares of our hearts skyward, free
Like parasails now o'er the shining sea
And mark the heights our dreams could go
And mark the heights our dreams could go.
Categories:
rhumba, friendship, people, placesday,
Form:
Lay
Oh! Black Americans,
Africa is your motherland
And most Africans love you
Not because you are called African Americans
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures.
Being called Americans while speaking
African dialects , suit the most.
Did you hear about some people called "European Americans" in USA
To trace where they came from?
Oh!Black Americans,
I can advise you to learn " Swahili" and Continue to develop it in America.
Or mix up some African languages and come out with your new lingo - version and call it " Americaans" which will be differ to American English.
Make sure majority of Africans understand Americaans
Like Afrikaans in Germany, Belgium and Nederland.
Afrikaans could be called "Europeans" because it is a mixture of some European languages.
People speaking it are proudly Africans
As they are citizens
Of Africa.
They don't forget their motherland either.
If you wish to come back
To one of 54 African countries to stay,
The doors are always opened for you.
Oh!Black Americans,
Some Tamil, Telugu, Urdu
Hindi,Marathi, Tulu,
Malayalam, Marwari, Odia,
Bengali, Kannada,
Memoni, Gujarati,
Sindhi,Konkani
Awadhi people were slaves in South Africa
And they ended up being
South African Citezens
They forgot slavary and
Worked so hard to get wealths
Now majority of them are very rich
Than many people in India and pakistan
They did not forget their cultures
And traditions.
Oh! Black Americans ,
Remember,
In Africa ,
For Bantu to love and
Hate each other , it is not a new acappella.
In Asia ,
For Tamilians to love and
Hate each other, it is not a new salsa.
In India,
For Telugu to love and
Hate each other ,It is not a new lyric.
In South Africa,
For Afrikaners and British people to love and
Hate each other, it is not new samba.
In Belgium,
For walloons and flamands to love and
Hate each other, it is not a new rhythm.
In Canada ,
For French and British people to love and
Hate each other , it is not a new rhumba.
Remember ,
Hate and love are enemies
Who always lived together
From their creation.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
rhumba, africa, america, black african
Form:
Free verse
Dear future wife,
Incase you wanna be in my life,
I got some irreducible minimums,
Of which you should have to maximums,
I aint making life hard for you,
But instead offering a leakage for you,
With these,life will be a success,
Joy,love,laughter will be in excess,
So my bride to be,take note.
First,am an Igweee,Yeah,I got chieftancy,
People do respect my wisdom with great fancy,
So be a role model too,imitate me,
Always help in decision making for me,
I am a man of the people,
Visitors will be many,serve them sans feeble,
Hospitality is the biggest feature,
Portray it as it will help you mature,
So my bride to be,take note.
Personally,i love Rhumba music,
Without it i just get nosic,
When bored,lure me not,
Instead,play Rhumba at a high note,
Or sing for me Fatimata,
And all will be a done matter,
I know you like pop songs,
Worry less,hubby will influence your sings,
So my bride,take note.
Bride,let your dressing be decent,
Wear dresses,pants of the recent,
Always dress spickly and span,
As this will increase our love span,
Dress not like our grandmothers,
Wear fitting,short dresses like feathers,
Am your hubby,i must enjoy,
Seeing you in sexy dresses envoy,
So my bride to be,take note.
Lastly,let respect prevail,
Early always yourself avail,
Cooks should be always tasty,
Incase you tired,call for help besty,
I will help you cook,
For marriage is a mirrored look,
Frequent outings will be a surprise,
Even after our family gets to rise,
So my bride to be,take note.
Poet Igweee
Categories:
rhumba, future,
Form:
ABC
The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks prancing on rhumba beats to unveil
My city agleam...near a harbor bright.
Rithimus Divisa 9 Contest of Gregory R Barden
Taken from the poem ' Pulse of Manila'
Submitted 10/11/2020
Categories:
rhumba, beautiful, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Dense implosion of infinite desire
Dead to the sensual stirrings
Events search
Stretch for eager horizons
Blackness
Blackens the mood and raises spirits
Times spaces
Interregnums of intense longing
Hang limply on half uttered words
Pleading eyes call to the stars
Summon the traveling muse
Half dead moons and resurrecting galaxies
Milky in ways you cannot imagine
Gravity
Pulls with inimitable redoubt
Rotating doors of wondrous probing
Earth fire is molten
Baking the inner sanctums
Raising internal set points
Feverish flourish of action
Gyrating to the fulsome Rhumba
Peppering staccato of Saturdays
Dancing delirious
Exorcising gargantuan ghosts
Of tall imposing dreams
Categories:
rhumba, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
Speech , " You are married today , our daughter!
We are here witnessing your wedding.
Listen ! Our daughter listening !
Today is your wedding day ,our daughter.
Relatives , neighbours, friends ,
Colleagues are gathering here today."
Bantu drums sounding ,stump, stump !stump!
Flute is swain!swain!swain!swain!swain!
Guitar is lalela! lalela lalela! lalela ! lalela!
All people are happily , jumping dancing today.
Different dance moves: tango, rhumba,salsa,
Jazz, zuki, reggae, nyonga , and chachacha.
Last speech " You have now a new family
Husband, father ,mother, brothers,
Sisters in laws, learn to respect them.
No turning back here our sister.
Respect your husband as your new father."
May 21/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
rhumba, africa, happy, wedding,
Form:
Free verse
While careening with Carene,
a boogie-woogie with Wanita, wow!
Then, a whirl with Pearl,
a jiggy jig with Jacqueline.
At intervals rhumba with a Rosalie.
An experimental ballet
with Bonnie, Bob, and Blaire.
Thanks, Charlie, for the Cha-cha-cha!
A quick shimmy with Shailene,
disco with a duchess
prancing with a prince,
and quickstep with a queen.
A charleston with Cherise
before long, samba with Sabrina,
a quick jive with Jennifer,
followed by a tango with Tasneem.
Pole dancing with Priscilla,
Poppy, Penny, and Pandora.
Kuchipudi with Kahini
and kizomba with Kabibe.
Conga with a coven
flamenco with old flame,
what will be my last dance?
Danzón with the Devil, I expect.
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Date wrote: 13-July-2021
Categories:
rhumba, dance, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
The winds of evening and circumstance
Blow into my soul with vision and light
Breathlessly lift my feet to the night
Surrender my soul to this wondrous dance
Locked in rhapsody,wrapped in your arms
Living the beat as we dip and twirl
Don't let go,I'm your rhumba girl
Feeling the sorcery of your charms
The moon grows fat,the sky turns bright
Morning beckons,dawn comes calling
In stillness we hear our footsteps falling
As we reluctantly end the night
**for contest"May I have This Dance?"
sponsored by Barbara Gorelick
Categories:
rhumba, love, music
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme