Best Tangos Poems
The seasons vary as they come and go,
and each, a lovely lady, loves to dance.
Fair Winter glistens in a gown of snow
she wears whenever she can get the chance.
She often glides through night beneath the glow
of midnight’s moon. Each sequence of her gown
falls beautifully when she is waltzing slow,
and stillness is the sound as she drifts down.
Her sister, Spring, is eager to dance, too,
but takes her time; she needs to feel the sun
upon her rosebud cheeks and feel sweet dew
beneath her feet. She waits till Winter’s done.
Spring dances with the breeze when she sashays
across a bluer sky with Winter gone.
Her pretty gown is fashioned from sun’s rays
to sparkle with the colors of the dawn.
She sobs sometimes when sunshine goes away,
but it is good! Her tears become rain showers.
With springing steps, she greets the next warm day
and swings her skirt, revealing bright new flowers.
Her sister, Summer, is not far behind.
The blossoms in Spring’s wake last but a while,
for Summer’s hot! With sun, she‘s intertwined,
and different blooms prefer her sultry style!
Too hot for her own good, this lass can be.
She gyrates slowly; if, by chance, she cries,
her tears revive her so that passionately
she pairs with Thunder, flashing stormy eyes!
The beauty known as Autumn waits her turn.
She does the paso doble with finesse,
and often her appearance makes us yearn
for youth because she wears nostalgia’s dress.
She tangos with the wind and leaves. A rush
of ardor overtakes her in her dance.
Some leaves turn crimson, for she makes them blush
while sweeping earth with brilliant elegance.
One day arrives first snowfall, and you’ll glean
the ladies have again begun their round.
A season’s dance is always to be seen
because their ball room is from sky to ground!
An oldie for Brian Strand's All Yours (May 9) Poetry Contest
Categories:
tangos, seasons,
Form:
Personification
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
~Oscar Wilde
the sky smiles as it watches us
dance in the light of a silver moon
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos~
the only way to make a star
dance in the light of a silver moon,
to music of the spheres as it falls
into a symphony of our poem
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos
where time is the choreographer
of tangos and tragedies~
the only only way to make a star
is with each spark of love we fling
into night's lengthening shadow.
Categories:
tangos, love,
Form:
Verse
Fantasy 2-22-24
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Parade
At midnight dawn my mind escapes parting the stars
Making my way to a summerland torchlight parade
Where grand marshals of zebra fish
Lead the festival from fiery snow drifts of spun clouds
Making way for tunes and flourishes of the flugel zoots
Dressed in braided gold, sounds of silver reeds giggling om-pahs,
Followed by perfect lines of elephins holding hot air hippos
Rows and rows of dolphettes ride on one horned steads
As whirling woodles swish their skirts to drumline mango tangos
From silver floats rosemaids royal wave to gaping galaxies
As crickethoppers dance the wooly wozzle by the Doodle Loos!
And porpi pass in waves of burnished summersaults
Comet twirlers shout “Hooray!” and clap their stony hands,
Snarfish teeter on the invisible between starstruck novas
Then tap dance in steps of dipsy doodles for eleven moons
Red giants snoozle riding quadra pogo stickes
And throw tickertape confetti – sounding the curly noodles curfew –
Remembering how to hold the magic as this homecoming parade ends
Tap dancing into the horizon's shadow as this long day’s night passes by -
And masquerades of new moons wane in tipsy oodles!
Categories:
tangos, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Panagiota is a whirling Galaxie
with her blue thunder words
a spirit like black diamond lightning..
She bruises the clueless and ignorant
not out of hate but of love
not with a brass knuckled fist
but with pearled wisdom
layered around grains of
life's relentless grit.
Her words are not fanciful or minty...
their always stained with the talon of truth,
She crushes the weak-minded and the oblivious
with her Olympian soul and rose scented boots -
She fears nothing and never spares the rod
while weaving a spirited ink to her parchment heart.
Atop enchanted moonbeams
she lances pit vipers and tangos with God.
Categories:
tangos, courage, poetess,
Form:
Free verse
Written: December 05, 2023
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Earth's mysteries—swirling in the sky.
Heaven is comely with lemon meringue.
Vaporizing clouds are dulcet and colored.
Cinnamon light was shed on my shoulders.
Peering onto the horizon of a waning sun.
Beethoven and Mozart split into the ether.
Ruby tangos fuchsia in an outburst of ecstasy.
Fetching hues of elixir flash and flare.
Obsidian clouds yield a rumble of thunder.
Cumulus clouds coal-colored clusters.
In erratic black seas, akin to rogue boats.
Thunderclaps imbue a shiny sheen.
A cyan-blue sky casts her limbs outward.
Soaring saffron butterflies and kites.
A cloud of endorphins shrouds the world.
Amid raucous mirth and glamor lullabies.
The sky's evocative color palette.
sparked by the effervescent moonlight.
delightful days laced with zeal and zest
amid a kaleidoscope hallucination.
Categories:
tangos, analogy, appreciation, color, sky,
Form:
Free verse
Moonlight tango
It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel, the steam rising from the cobblestone street, here in La Boca barrio*. This is where it all began over a hundred years ago, and you can still see pictures of tangos faded heroes of yesteryear hanging on the walls.
The tango hall was packed with caballeros* in their suits and suspenders, and the damas* dressed in their red dresses, and stiletto heels. Still feels like the roaring 20's fedora hats and all! With a glance, and a flick of his baton, the orchestra leader motions to the bandoneon* player to begin, and so he starts dum dum dum, dum dum, dum dum dum.
The men tilt their fedoras slightly to one side, and stride ever so elegantly across the hall to pick their partner, and together they glide over the black and white checkered marble tile dance floor. The moonlight filters through the skylights, illuminating the smokey haze, that permeates the Milonga* hall.
The dancers have their gazes fixed on each other, and they move and glide to the incessant syncopated rhythm of the bandoneon. The violins and cellos join in with their plucking sound matching the tempo of 2-4 time. The dancers are dancing chest to chest, and then cheek to cheek, moving and gyrating, in time to the beat. As the tempo picks up the pace, arms and legs entwine, and then separate and entwine again. Spinning and twirling, strutting and whirling, they dance into a frenzy, at a frenetic speed, all the while staring with a look of love, (or at least of passionate desire) and what else would you expect to see dancing the moonlight tango?
* La Boca barrio- downtown neighborhood where tango was born
*Caballero(s)-gentleman(men)
*Damas- Ladies
*Milonga- tango dance hall
*Bandoneon- Small accordion style instrument.
John Derek Hamilton
February 07,2017
Categories:
tangos, dance, desire, men, moon,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
8-16 Lines of Fall Splendor – 9-12-23
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Storms of Fall Splendor
Whirlwinds of splendor jitterbug in back streets,
Autumn’s song breathes in a blizzard of umber,
Downpours of vermillion create flushed retreats
Crimson cloudbursts, impetuous as thunder.
Tempests magenta scuttle on winding roads
While squalls of cerise in warm copper whorls twirl
Gusts of red garnet blow across the crossroads
And, like gales of laughter, orange giggles swirl.
Russet storm winds blow in dazzling fandangos
Auburn firestorms spin in scarlet enchantment
Ethereal fogs spin gusts of gold tangos
Flurries of sunlight – autumnal event.
Showers of glory chant in mistrals of red
Twisters of ruby across fields and moraines
Outbursts of amber, maroon brouhahas spread,
On waiting roads, sidewalks, avenues and lanes.
Categories:
tangos, autumn, color, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
DREAM HELPERS
In my dreams, tonight I will dance like crazy...
All around me, things getting sparkly and hazy.
Doing ecstatic rumbas, sambas, tangos~
Maybe a tall, iced drink with a fresh mango?
How about me in a long,turquoise sequined gown?
Such a fantasy,including of course, a sexy,and
handsomest Brazilian man in town!
Mi Corazon, in the diamond moonlight,
I will kiss your soft,strong yet loving hands!
In the Brazilian distance, the soft sound of a samba band!
Good Night,
Pangie xxxx
July 29, 2020
10pm PST
Categories:
tangos, dance, fantasy, imagery, romance,
Form:
Couplet
It was a nice romance, she loved to dance
to the music's beat, but I had two left feet
The circumstance made us take a chance
And we enrolled for ballroom lessons.. (sweet)
I gave it a try and by and by
I began gliding across the floor
My confidence was high
I learnt tango, cha-cha, and many more
We practiced still when we were home
The Christmas Ball was near
These steps we honed for the ballrooms dome
To prepare for this elegant affair
In tux and gown we left the house
To the Ballroom we did go
Where others gathered with their spouse's
To glide to rhythms flow
The Ballroom grandeur was something to behold
With lofty ceilings, and decorations ornate
Perhaps to match the dancing that would unfold
My nervous feet couldn't wait
In rhythmic grooves we made the moves
In motions to and fro
To cha- cha steps, latin flavors flowed
The rumba wooed, as rhapsody behooved
We slid with grace to tangos pace
As I held her close to me
Our hearts raced, our souls embraced
As we became one with the melody
The Ballroom dance was such delight
As we dipped and twirled in movements quick
To trip the light fantastic
A waltz came on, we danced it slow
But it was late and we had to go
But we could have danced all night
Categories:
tangos, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
castle bound
castle masked
masked by clouds
masked by snow
snow holding horrors
snow dancing in candlelight
candlelight deepening the hollows
hollows of deep sunk eyes
hollows of alcoves
alcoves with writhing lovers
alcoves with frosted pink floors
floors ripe for waltzes
floors hiding trap doors
doors open to dizzy guests
doors to back stairs
stairs to the turret
stairs to the dungeon
dungeon awash in the deep river's flow
dungeon where boats bring up guests below
below there are moans
below pain meets pleasure
pleasure gowned in satin
pleasure in black tie
tie the knots loosely
tie wrists behind thighs
thighs in silken hose
thighs open wide
wide eyed maidens shiver
wide worldly men gather
gather to watch the Mistress rise
gather them up
up, up the stairs
up to the minions who wait
wait as the snow blows through
wait as tangos blare
blare with the wolves howls
blare, bellow, and roar
roar as the dead dance
roar as the timbers flame
flame in the fireplace
flame in the living heart
hearts at the devil's ball
hearts soon to beats their last
last dance
last kiss
kiss at midnight
midnight feeding
feeding
midnight
Categories:
tangos, murder, mystery,
Form:
Blitz
She said --- my skin is singing
Night air tangos with your kiss
There’s Hispanic heartbeats raging--
Conducted by our bliss
He said--my heart is racing
For the next dance yet to come
As tomorrow’s chasing
To beat a mighty drum
She said-- my eyes are blazing
Toward colors still unknown
Their pulsing is amazing
Wild visions rarely shown
He yawned and said --Sweet Darling
Let’s hold each other tight
Contemplate in silence
Our most romantic night
She yearned for all night talking
To delve his inner mind
But wisely kissed his ear good night--
To bask in love sublime.
Categories:
tangos, life, love, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
EDIBLE MUSIC
The garlics are on grand piano in the corner,
Playing alone because of their halitosis.
After making each other’s mouth water,
Clever lemons blowing their trumpets by osmosis.
Onions on sad violins making each other cry.
Mushrooms working in the dark but giving it a try.
Near the open window, beans - small but cute :
Those classic wind instruments , the musical fruit.
Latin rumba from Caracas with coconut maracas.
French grapes can-can in chorus;
Smiling bananas can’t-can’t, but just enjoy the scene.
Tangos with an Argentine tangerine.
Mangos mounting melodies on drums in Afrikaans
Peas piping on piccolos for an Italian folk dance
Rushing polka dots in a Russian borsch whirl.
Oyster shell castanets for a Spanish flamenco girl.
Asparagus dessed in ballet shoes always on tips,
And of course as always, Rose shaking her hips.
All rhythmic foot-tapping fruit
Forever looking for a new recruit.
Categories:
tangos, music
Form:
Couplet
The tiniest tap
Within this vicious circle
Quickly amplifies
And so it begins
Spinning out of proportion
Stopping at nothing
Playing with passion
Lawless, careless, beautiful
Teasing misery
While our lives are swift
The top may move at light's speed
Faster and faster
The force of hatred
Cannot strip it of its glee
Centrifugal joy!
Gravity is weak
Easily disregarded
So much space to dream!
The mighty Neptune
It fervorously dances,
Tangos in the light
The theatric top
Likened to the universe
Spinning endlessly...
Categories:
tangos, allegory, art, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Haiku
Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart
Pick away all that’s ever ached
Place these Spanish notes beautifully
To the angel of her face
Guitarra pleas, express this heart
Bring to life our last Latin nights
Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes
Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight
Guitarra as now I gently play
Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair
“El espiritu de amor” is strumming along
Bringing back the yesterdays to here
Guitarra passion now is in the revival
As the ghost of love tangos all around
Milagros, I sense you near
And in this instrument forever you are found
Categories:
tangos, death, devotion, happiness, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Tonight I sit with my incomplete saga at the Northern wing
Patiently anticipate for a romantic Local to sing
Alas! A Foreigner intoxicated with love, voices lyrics so deep
Goosebumps from my toes to my nape shamelessly creep
The persona closes up and inflames the moment by clasping my wrist
In reflex, a powerless stroke I surrender with a resilient fist
I hear whispers of sweet nothings and coyly my nose ring burns
A passionate rush! Like golden 'gulgulas' dancing in a wok, my heart churns
Sanity I quickly deport and allow the Waltz to blow in to several untamed Tangos
A pair of sweetened lips mask mine; I feel a familiar sensitivity of 'Sigatoka' Valley mangoes
An alarmed star in a faraway sky breaks before barriers do
The foreigner obligated to leave the saga and NOW I’m forced to settle for a local brew.
Categories:
tangos, romance, romantic love,
Form:
Rhyme