Best Salsa Poems

Dipped to the beat of the music
She brings flavor and spice to the floor
She glitters and drips with excitement
She shines with the glow of amor

Her hips match the beat of the rhythm
Her feet keep the count of the band
Everyone stands back and watches
At the moves...

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Life could be better, but easily worse.
Sometimes I feel blessed; other times cursed.
As I get older, I look back and see—
Life’s mostly better when you are with me
Together we’re like…

Chips and salsa, with some cilantro inside (Kinda spicy).
Yeah, like chips and salsa, with guacamole one...

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Chips and Salsa (22 Feb 2019)

Life could be better, but easily worse.
Sometimes I feel blessed, other times cursed.
As I get older, I look back and see—
Life’s mostly better, when you are with me.

Sometimes we argue, but don’t really fight.
I know you love me, so it’s...

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How about salsa
Dip for blue tortilla chip
I make Great Salsa...

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Dipping them fingers

Licking those joys

No toys needed tonight

Even disco lights appear

From nowhere

To here

Spicy red
...

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My “Honey” Makes
“Sweet” Salsa.

My “Honey” has a green thumb
Her lovely garden, how it grows.
It seems she gets a good return
From every “penny” that she sows.

Each summer about this time
Her tomatoes start to blush
As they start to “pile up”
She’s in her kitchen, in a rush.

She got...

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Tomatoes fried whole till dark
                                        ...

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A subway musician with salsa-like beat
In the sea of commuters, all surging,
Made some do a double-take at such a treat,
While out of the crowd was emerging…

A couple who dropped both their bags and their coats
To grasp shoulders and waists to start dancing.
They swiveled their hips...

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Tantalizing touch,
he manoeuvres her slender hips:
A hot salsa dance...

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The midday dazzle lays off by the maiden daytime
A solstice ray parades over my eventide jollity
The solitary hour bosomed by the bambini’s elfish prime
An ecstatic hour greeted my heartfelt puerility
The infrasonic twittery of birds melded by the sundown cosmic time
A gentle breeze solemnly pass by...

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salad poetry & salsa-dance

…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses 
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels  are neither the husband of any wood nor the 
wife of any wood-apple...at the best ...they may...

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Mango Salsa on Sole
Easy on the eye
No matter the occasion or weather
What you see before you is what you get!
No need for fancy dressing or extreme makeovers
Very inviting, full of tease
Hot and spicy! Colorful and tangy
Sweet, bold, zesty!
Exploding volcanic flavors
Igniting dormant taste buds
Satisfying my hunger
So...

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Setting the scene
The scene of the dance
The heat and sizzle
The dusk and sun setting 
A mirage like a hot, red fire-ball
Searing into the horizon
Casting an orange hue over all the
Sun touches

The steam and sweat and passion
Climbing in the small Spanish bar,
The salsa, the tango,
Castanets clicking,...

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Salsa for Baroque 
To every song, Time dances 
Never seeming to stop. 

22 January 2022...

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Bob, the cat, lives in the room number 13 of the sixth avenue.

He likes fish, rollercoaster, ice cream cones and Sunday papers.

He's an artist. He's a painter. When people ask him about his latest work, he answers:

"I'm painting the meaning of life. I'm coloring it...

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