Best Rita Poems
Here’s to the travellers,
the passengers, the tourists
who trek this alien landscape
in search of experience.
Here’s to the resilient,
the adaptable, the survivors
who chose uneven ground
and made a path for others.
Here’s to the dreamers,
the poets, the believers
who see the cosmic cycles
of life, death and rebirth.
Here’s to the family,
the siblings, the bonds
that protect and comfort
because love is never lost.
Here’s a rose for Rita,
for Les, for Reen, for Mom
and all the souls we’ve lost
who have gone home again.
For we are the aliens,
not of this Earth, interlopers,
we belong to eternity
and to eternity we shall return.
NOTE:
Last night, Aug 20, 2019 my sister Rita Rose (her married name) lost her battle with leukemia and kidney disease, passing behind the curtain peacefully, joyfully returning to her husband Les whom she lost just nine months ago. Our mother passed only two months ago at the age of 92 while my brother's wife Reen died in April of 2018. Please send your love to Rita's daughter Heather and her grandchildren.
Chased mercilessly
over well- worn tar
palpable loss pushes
a sable brush
dunked in dread
a furious deluge
of fear
oozes out
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the still static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
coupled with
ragged spirits
that desperately
haul hope north
safe haven
on strange soil
still dark hours
away
Limerick croises : Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne – 14
Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne
Sirens howled « panic stations » refrain
One Valhalla Rani
Offered her much money
For a shot sans mantilla – in vain
Our ‘Rita – you bet – a stunning beauty
Not given to falling for flattery
Was all of prime six feet
Which she tucked under meat
For Sevillan beds stood (on) two feet plus three !
So they put her up that night till Morgan
Classified her as subterfuge weapon
NSA roped her in
To put one o’er Putin
Now Chinese wish her to test rat poison !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Tonight the sky sagged
as your arms reached for empty space.
My bedroom whispered like wheat
to my sleepless eyes.
My icons pulled me into embraces --
St. Rita, her eyes rolling, her arms slit up,
braided my hair as I wept.
"Oh the things I have seen," she said.
She was dressed all in black.
My forehead leaked on the nightstand
as the lamp offered muted condolences.
Your thoughts broke off from you
and swam in the strained veins of my eyes.
The sky moved for you, my dear, but I
had only the weary movements of my bedroom
and a widow saint with hands of frost.
There was a young woman named Rit-a
who married herself a big cheat-a
When all's said and done
she found out she's one
does not need a man to complete -ha
written may 13 th,2013 for contest 5 Minute Challenge
sponsored by Russell Sivey
Peter met Rita
He was so pleased to meet her
They went on a date, so Peter could treat her
On the date, Peter challenged Rita to a game of cards
(He thought he could beat her)
In the game, Rita was beating Peter
Peter called Rita a cheater
He said “Rita, you need to play neater”
You are a big cheater!
“Rita, you are a big, big, big cheater” shouted Peter
(Peter was a repeater)
The following week, Peter met up again with Rita
Peter told Rita, he was sorry to call her a cheater
He asked if they could meet up again
(Him being a repeater!)
They later enjoyed a night out
With a litre of Margarita
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare.
Trod they further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
The fingered band, beacon it began,
A time had come her life to regain.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Struck her like a bolt to her love away,
Will he take me home today?
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act ,in all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…
Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and
passion
My Rita, how do I make you
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?
Rita, I’ll be the one for you
Forever by your side
My Rita, whatever it takes, I’ll
do
Our hearts, we’ll never hide
Rita, you came to me my love
In just the nick of time
My Rita, tonight we’ll rise above
You’re in your red dress so fine
Rita, the feeling is so real
For you, of all the love and
passion
My Rita, how do I make you
feel?
Loved, or out of fashion?
Aunt Rita
My darling aunt words can not express
how much I loved you, the sun is gone
the moon no longer lits my world.
All life has paled without you in it.
I remember a fiesty lady full of life
who poo poo'd things beyond her ken.
Was first to stand up for what she believed
no matter if right or wrong she fought on.
She loved with the feriousity of a tiger
and was the heart and soul of any party.
She loved being in the midst of things
and people calling in to spend time with her.
Once a thought took hold there was no swaying her
you could argue untill the air turned blue
but Rita always stuck firm that it was so
and you know what? It became to be absolutly so
Loyal and caring to those she loved
a guiding light through life itself.
Rita never forgot her scottish roots
nor her love of things scottish.
Robbie Burns himself would said
oki, she's a grand wee lassie
Yet you ran for cover if you upset her
for she was no push over as one stood quaking.
She made a path through life from rags to richies
fingers rough and bleeding from sewing bags and gloves
as she worked far into the night to finish an order
Before that she at twenty ran the finest Naffy cateen.
Yes she ofen told her son Paul and me of the day she arrived
walking the middle of the lane as a car came up behind
hoping for a lift. Well it was only two top brass's
and she told them straigh you watch I'll be the boss here soon.
And true to her word within a year she was managress.
let us take a breathe
the spring sky is blue
life is so beautiful
©Rita Solis Radius. March 30th 2015. Spring life is breathe
dear all kind people
receive my Easter blessings
from happy rabbit
©Rita Solis Radius. April 6th 2015. Easter rabbit blessings
rose and parma flowers
to get a very
beautiful sunny week
©Rita Solis Radius. May 18th 2015. Flowery sunny week
a magnificent beauty
competition is
announcing the summer time
©Rita Solis Radius. June 1st 2015. Summer time competition
a beautiful butterfly
and a blue flower
perfect fusion of nature
©Rita Solis Radius. June 22nd 2015. Butterfly and blue flower
a dreamlike place
nature allows marriage
lake houses ills
©Rita Solis Radius. June 23rd 2015. Natural marriage
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare!
Trod they, further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she, now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act, all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he, strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…………
©
love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is imagination, fantasy
love is prose
sex is poetry
Love turn us
pathetic
Sex makes us
as if LIVING in a jungle
of epileptics...
Love is christian
sex is pagan.
Love is latifundia
sex is invasion...
Love is divine
sex is animal,
love is bossa nova
sex is carnival...
Love is forever
sex too,
sex is for health
Love is from wealth...
Love without sex
is just friendship
sex without love
is just will, sexualship
love is one
sex is two
sex before
love after...
Sex comes from others
and walk away
love comes from us
and remains
love is christian
sex is pagan
Love is latifundia
sex is invasion
Love is divine
sex is animal
Love is bossa nova
sex is carnival
love is it
sex is that
And stuff and thing
and such and thing
oh love
hmm sex... !
Rita Lee Jones de Carvalho
12.31.47
05.08.2023
interactive translation BY Alkas poetry
original in portuguese Arnaldp Jabor
father North American, mother italian-brasilian
lirics in portuguese
Amor é um livro
Sexo é esporte
Sexo é escolha
Amor é sorte
Amor é pensamento, teorema
Amor é novela
Sexo é cinema
Sexo é imaginação, fantasia
Amor é prosa
Sexo é poesia
O amor nos torna patéticos
Sexo é uma selva de epiléticos
Amor é cristão
Sexo é pagão
Amor é latifúndio
Sexo é invasão
Amor é divino
Sexo é animal
Amor é bossa nova
Sexo é carnaval
Amor é para sempre
Sexo também
Sexo é do bom
Amor é do bem
Amor sem sexo
É amizade
Sexo sem amor
É vontade
Amor é um
Sexo é dois
Sexo antes
Amor depois
Sexo vem dos outros
E vai embora
Amor vem de nós
E demora
Amor é cristão
Sexo é pagão
Amor é latifúndio
Sexo é invasão
Amor é divino
Sexo é animal
Amor é bossa nova
Sexo é carnaval
Amor é isso
Sexo é aquilo
E coisa e tal
E tal e coisa
Ai o amor
Hmm o sexo, ahh
Lirics in portuguese
Arnaldo Jabor
SEARCH THE song in you tube
PS RITA LEE
FATHER american
MOTHER ITALIAN BRASILIAN
rose and yellow
pretty little flowers on
the lovely tree
***
special colours for
some lace peonies
flowers dance of love
***
the roses simply
are flowers inspiring
romance and love
***
a bouquet of beautiful
roses appealed to
the idea of a new season
***
a sublime woman
dreaming among some
amazing red flowers
***
an oustanding scenery
with purple sunset
and rose lake waters
@Rita Solis Radius. 20/2/2017. Flowers haïkus.
the power of the sunlight
through a yellow leaf
has designed a sweetheart
@Rita Solis Radius. October 8th 2016. Autumn haiku.
morning and thick fog
certainly worried hearts
a rainy weather
@Rita Solis Radius. 28 sept. 2016.
sight sublime dove
happily taking its flight
in blue iced-sky
@Rita Solis Radius. Sept. 28th 2016.
some fresh champagne
to clink glasses to summer
new colleges term
@Rita Solis Radius. Sept. 28 th 2016.
by sweet evening
a small swan feet in water
caring elegance
@Rita Solis Radius. Sept. 28th 2016.
first autumn poem
a realistic haïku
written for contest
@Rita Solis Radius. September 27th 2016. Haiku proposed to an online contest.
AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero”
(Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez”
by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem)
a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch
significant hotdogs and burnt singles melt into the pitch
Jackie Robinson squares off with an ash tree riding the sky
the flag of our fathers dancing in center field poised to fly
“honey, I hope you like these seats here in the bleachers
you can see Bedford on the phone looking for preachers
an endless parade of white-walled tires scurrying on by
can you smell the Nathan’s dogs downstairs on hot rye
let us hurry hence dear, before this inning comes to an end
and our Jackie Robinson comes barreling up to bat again”
“Una mujer negra se asoma en el teatro de Buenos Aires”
Argentine goddess with roots in the dark seeping prairies
musically squeezes the brass ring as the black cloud dries
“Rita Montero, you are as lovely as your sweet empanada pies
your wonderful sidewalks through gardens of lapacho trumpets
please come sit with me here, to talk and to eat these crumpets
to speak of your forever glissandos and sad asado whispers
your electric shadows finding humble graces at vespers
retrieving lost spaces from opera teachers and stupid men
to step forward again with singing eyes and a ballpoint pen
Rompiste la puerta blanca maloliente!”
please Rita meet me in Córdoba next wednesday”
she sits in her bleacher seat with a Nathan’s dog on hot rye
“honey, I hope we can see Jackie Robinson hit a deep fly
high up into the airy Brooklyn blue arching yet over Bedford
the democrats in section seven will applaud the proud leopard
Rita Montero, I can see her in the grandstand behind Shotton
she is giving absolution for all the skin sins now long forgotten
let us hurry hence dear, before this inning comes to an end
and our Jackie Robinson comes barreling up to bat again”