Best The Argentine Poems
HOW TO ALIGN A FINE LINE
Who can resist the pull of such a competition
Where the rules are so clear,
But the topic is like sex in the 60s revolution:
Filled with pitfalls but (yes, it was) - freer
Similar to the Argentine gaucho named Bruno
Who said well there’s one thing I do know
- Slang is fine,
Intentional misspellings are divine,
But a llama is numero uno.
And whose “who’s” is in question? Not mine!
Hey, they’re writing “their” over there
When it oughta be “they’re”.. . . Ok, Fine!
The effect of all this is to affect my degree of care
(And to effect a change in all poets, I hope).
Since mine is not a KNOCK-OUT of a poem
And I am certainly no dope
Nor am I a gnome from Nome or even Chomsky Noam
I hesitate to use the non-existent
Cringer word “irregardless” regardless
Of the consequences extant,
Or in future years countless.
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Written by a nameless, talentless poet
For Nancy Jones’s Contest “Fine Line”
Must have been the rum punch I had drunk
I slept like an angel, out of that sleep I dreamt,
I am standing alone on the sandy beach, a figure emerges
out of the mist, I didn’t stare or acknowledge him
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind
Swaying my body close to his, I was so scared, I cried out
"Shhh" the sweet gentle voice said, I closed my eyes,
he turned me to face him, then we waltzed to soft music of Mantovani
waltzed and waltzed across the promenade, felt so free.
Didn’t want this magic time to end.
Bodies together as though bound with tape
We danced ‘til the sweat poured down our faces
The argentine tango was a blast,
his smooth hands followed my body line
I didn’t feel ashamed, wanted more.
Head resting on his shoulder, we waltzed again
Cooling down our fevered bodies
Heaven was here, riding my own special cloud
With Fred Astaire as my partner, was so happy
Until with eyes closed he called me “Ginger”.
penned 29/01/2017
The smoky dust screen blows away far into the halcyon horizon,
the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the concave depth of cobalt.
Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in the crisp air on the lap of meadow that has turned fawn.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
the dry trunks of the tawny trees stand on the sepia ground.
The setting sun ignites spectral inferno in seamless satin sky,
makes surreal collage of vermillion embers blazing bright.
In scarlet sunset my heart is swathed by twilight’s tinsel drizzle,
suffused by its sparkle I see the stars sprout in pellucid autumn night.
For the freezing times of gloom in the winter of discontent I retain
the endearing warmth of the embrace of autumn’s remnant afterglow.
I see then the argentine aura of the mesmeric moon envelope you,
where I float on the waves of stardust surge of your charisma.
My vision is enmeshed with the lilting lattice of dreams,
weaved by the enticing strands of your hued longing.
The diadem of the diamond dew bejewels your dulcet dawn,
the blades of malachite grass adorn your emerald meadow,
where my yearning saunters sanguine to reach you,
following the new turquoise trail you trace only for me.
The true essence of love I then perceive enthralled,
configured with the glint of your sequins streaming within me.
The enchanting luster of your alluring shine I absorb
in my heart’s horizon to radiate forever as your afterglow.
“The serenading wind whispers the song of emotions
the rhythm of the longing heart listens to articulate” – By Poet
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew diadem of emerald meadow.
Floral colors compose spring symphony
floating on the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr.
The wind entices me with blissful tune,
as the argentine moonbeam suffuses me
with the gorgeous gleam of pristine passion.
The cascading cadence of zephyr concerto
drifting from the harmonic plateau of delight,
makes melodic ripples in my heart’s lilac lake,
pulsating with eclectic pace of ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind waft
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of the timeless sonata of your spring,
I long to hear when I listen to the wind.
My father left this rocky coast
Upon a southbound brigantine;
To make his fortune, he did boast,
Six months along the Argentine.
A lighthouse lit our lonely cove
For more than fifty years in all.
The beacon of my mother’s love
N’er quenched a night, as I recall.
Long have I scanned the sky;
My sons have come and gone. I cry:
“O, who shall carry on the light
That shone in mother’s eyes, so bright?”
Heaven’s Servant
The grass of the earth The King of Heaven generously gave
People to enjoy Kentucky Bluegrass nice lawn, nutritious hay,
Timothy grass highly cultivated and seed easily harvested
Stock cattle, sheep, and horses healthily eat by day in sun’s ray.
Long ago Yeshûa? sat 5,000 men, besides women and children,
on grassy comfortable ground
Enjoying bread with fish on perhaps Buffalo grass ‘Bulbilis’
or Festuca sheep’s fescue,
Maybe Velvet grass growing in coast regions carpeted the banquet of
truth lovers;
Or was it Orchard grass adapted to drier soils The LORD of the vineyard
gave rescue.
The lion shall eat straw like the ox; will it be young and tender
‘Hordeum’ Squirrel-tail grass?
Perhaps the lion will like the 15 foot or higher Reed grass to jump and pounce,
Meadow Fescue grass could be the lucky one to grow green
for the king of the jungle,
Teosinte tropical plant related to corn ‘maize’ may be the one
relished every ounce.
“And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass,” and this is nice
Ornamental grasses grace beautiful gardens, striped variety of Reed,
Bamboo Ribbon grass and Ravenna grass of Italy graceful show,
Pampas grass of the Argentine pampas, ornamental grasses give the lead.
Coastal grasses grow comfortable in sand, ‘Ammophila’ beach grass
sand-binding,
Canadian Bluegrass sand binder pasture grass on sandy loam soils, holds tight
Shore grasses warm the hearts of beach combers looking at marram,
Beachside craggy bait shop enjoys uneven beach grass, as a kite
flies in beautiful height.
Job’s tears ornamental grass shows remembrance of Job long ago,
Beauty now radiates from Coix lachrymal-jobi inspiring life enduring living,
Alive cheerfully Uniola exceedingly graceful most beautiful of the grasses,
Zizania wild rice grass most striking in appearance happy in giving.
Vanilla grass Savastana odorata sweet grass fragrant mats and boxes
Wonderful to smell and hold useful for storing wheat to save for vanilla cake,
Various grasses grow for our sake, millet, Redtop, Bermuda, Avena,
Johnson grass, Italian Rye grass, and many more grasses, a beautiful world left in its wake.
I saw him in these illusioned scenes
Being so sensual and yet very keen
Oh this Argentine police officer really captures my heart
His eyes are like snowflakes
I am falling… gently…
Into his amor trap.
Feeling, accepting his presence
In these boulevard of imaginative dreams..
Heart arrests…
Prisoned to this love
I can’t breathe…
Could you be my love life’s forever sentry?
Or all I’ve got is just a misery
These feelings which require bravery
Oh, how will you know?
If I would never tell.
This feeling inside of me
Which somehow brings felicity
In these series of illusions
My heart is in the room of illuminations..
What if I will tell?
Probably, what will you feel?
Will it make you merry?
Or just move you to become angry?
Oh, this Argentine Police Officer
Come, capture me
Imprison me in your love..
And I would never flee
The indelible image etched on my memory canvas,
the tide of time couldn’t tow to the obscure ocean. ,
In its shimmering shore on the satin sands
I engraved the lattice of my love for you.
The romantic spectrum of the sunburst sky’s fire
profiled the radiant facsimile of desire.
Our harmonious hearts took the entwined shape,
joined by the charming thread of sublime sunray.
I couldn't release your luring hands,
and felt my exhilaration fervently flicker,
flashing on your face like the luster of twilight,
I was flushed with the flare of craving delight.
You are gone where destiny has taken you,
your shadow lingers in my longing threshold.
I sense the enduring aura of your yearning,
like the argentine glow of the amorous moon.
I will never forget that night howsoever try I might,
as with stardust tinsels I adorn your shadow bright.
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April 5, 2023
Total word count : 145 (PS Counter)
Contest : Free Submission
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Water rolling down from the pitcher
A long time ago, one purple morning
The sun took a seat in the argentine flow
It had quietly entered through the window
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September 6, 2025
You were the mesmeric moon for me,
gleaming in the cradle of the argentine night,
slithered in the silken sky I called mine,
a turquoise trail you traced in my heart.
Thunder clouds surged from the edge of night,
the debris of the splintered sky swathed me.
I saw you retreat through the glare of anguish lightning,
searing the strewn fragments of my cracked heart.
In the resplendent hours of the rising sun,
I painted with fervent fervor,
on the blank canvas of my mind, your flushing face,
sedately smiling, the eyes sparkling with my dream.
I travelled through the tempest of tough times,
that destroyed everything I made,
but arose from the ruins, retrieved the painting
from the recess of the mangled memory.
Your unsplit smile was saved with all its splendor,
my yearning shined in your eyes as ever,
devoid of ravaging sign the stroke of time inflicts,
although I found the canvas cracked.
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March 6, 2023
Contest : Cracked
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
In my idyll thoughts you’re my dream sky,
spreading the lasting lure of indelible indigo,
where on the whispering wings of the swan cloud
my ardent bird flies fascinated with mind’s motif.
On the convivial canvas of my halcyon heart,
with your longing hues I paint love landscape.
The pearls of dew in my malachite meadow
shine with the glint of your eyes, I envision.
In the rose garden blooming my pristine essence,
you’re an enthralling butterfly of charm, I imagine,
flittering in the splendorous zephyr of spring,
that ripples within me with rhythmic rapture.
In the mesmeric firmament of my fervent feeling,
you’re the astral radiance of galactic passion, I deem,
with the flaming flash of a shooting star from there,
you blaze the timeless trail of desire in my heart.
The enticement morphs into your flickering face,
dances in my vision as I see your enthralling smile
glow in the argentine beam of the mesmeric moon,
fixed at the fringe of my heart, so lively, not so far.
Across the still sea at the edge of my serene soul,
you’re the enticing horizon of love I cheerfully configure,
where I wish to fly as the beguiled bird of yearning,
for in my idyll thoughts you’re my dream sky.
I let it slip away beyond my perceptive reach,
like the dislodged grain of the memory sand.
The dragging ebb of discontent carried it far
into the dismal depth of somber sea of oblivion.
The splendorous realm of my fervent heart
twinkled with the tinsels of the argentine night,
where your glamour gleamed with enticing tinge,
suffused with the sequins of the mesmeric moon.
I felt entranced the swathing touch so tempting
of the captivating aura of your intangible charisma,
but you glided away out of my spellbound sight,
like the autumn cloud across my sky of dream.
In verdant vale in the rhythm of my vibrant heart,
your footprints disappeared in my pining plateau,
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
as I wandered chasing the mirage going nowhere.
Splitting open the rough rocky ledge of your garden,
a sapling grew at the edge of the unwalked pathway.
A bud bloomed unnoticed with the color of spring
within my heart like the alluring flower called love.
You drifted past me on the wings of zooming zephyr,
blowing a sensuous storm of fervor through me.
The ruffled petals flew away from the caring cleft
of my heart to the obscure recess of wilderness.
From the ebony edge of the dense night of despair,
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife,
splintered my sky once an epitome of adoration,
the flakes of dream dispersed in debris slid away.
You celebrated your birthday every year with me,
the joy like a leaf of memory drifted away in the wind.
Your birthday came again, but this leaf didn’t return,
for it was too far gone from me, I let it slip away.
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April 29, 2023
Contest : I Let It Slip Away
Sponsored by : John Lawless
The indelible image etched
on memory membrane
time couldn’t tow
to the obscurity ocean
in its shimmering shore
on the satin sands
I engraved entranced
the lattice of my love
the sensuous spectrum
of sunburst sky scene
shaped the facsimile of fervor.
Harmonious hearts
took entwined entity
sutured by sublime strand
weaving the infinity
I couldn't release
your alluring hands
my exhilaration candle
fervently flickered
flashed on your face
lasting luster
in twilight aura
I was flushed
with the flare
of craving delight.
You were gone
walking weary
the providence path
your engraved shadow
lingered lively
in timeless domain
my longing threshold
perceived permeated
the emotive endurance
of your yearning
the argentine glow
of the amorous moon
unforgettable adornment
of the bejeweled night
with sequined stardust
I embellished
your shadow in
eternity…
With the melodic cadence of my fervent heart,
pulsating with the charming tinsels of mesmeric night,
gleamed my love for you with the enticing tinge,
suffused with the sequins of the argentine moon.
I felt in a trance the sweet touch so tempting
of your captivating charisma intangible,
but you drifted away from my engrossed perception,
like the chromatic cloud wafting in the twilight sky.
In the blooming valley of flowers my cataract heart
cascaded as a stream of embedded melted emotions
through the turquoise course of lingering longing,
and on the plateau of yearning I wandered beguiled.
From the ebony edge of the fallen gloomy night
the storm clouds surged with blades of shearing pain,
lacerated the lilting facade of the sky, I called my heart,
where the shards of dream sank in the tears of despair.
Losing the desire in the debris of the broken heart,
I sauntered sullen to the shore of silent sorrow.
My infatuation swirled away like dislodged surly sands
in the remote time’s tide when I thought you were mine.
The transient trajectory flame of devoured desire
furrowed in my marooned mind a blazing trail of longing.
I couldn’t trace entranced the track of the spurting star,
it drifted away like your love, for I didn’t dream enough.
From the ebony edge of the opaque night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife,
splintered my remnant dreams dispersed in debris,
and I then realized my heart couldn’t yearn enough.
The sound of your voice in the avid air of my yearning
echoed with melody in the void of my lonely heart.
How complete I was as it delighted me to the core
to get the feeling of togetherness, I couldn’t let you know.
When you left tracing the trail of the melting mirage,
I felt deserted like the desolate sands in the dry dune.
My pent-up words ‘I need you’ remained sadly unsaid,
floated way in the whirlwind of sandstorm to oblivion.
Your essence stays with me as an indelible image,
fused with the onyx motif of the abyss in my heart.
I’ll light there a million candles of love for you,
so, you’ll find the lost way to return, and be mine, forever.
Let’s go on the mother load road trip across continents skip
Even the hip can’t snip or pip the lip fillip of each sip or dip
A sybaritic not a critic’s tour to explore why more is more
Streets of beats galore & locavore treats an epicurean drip
In the Argentine bravado larder of course the empanada
From their mercado source with fine wine could try harder
Top of the poll Asado's charcoal soul to the song of cicada
Austrian fold in the past caught for foodies some sort of sport
They’ve fought over which Sacher torte does bewitch hold court
Or flattered the dish that mattered plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese wheeze a subpoena tease for a leaner schnitzel wiener
Lazing ease & grazing please on amazing spice isles in pyjamas
Laid back smiles made crack conch rice & peas in the Bahamas
Don’t give a damn about Claude Van Dam give me real mussels
Garlic specked not muscle flecked fraud whenever in Brussels
Snaffle waffles abroad should be crisp gooey as Belgians know
Elite frites oh and their stonker bonkers Wonka flair cocoa show
Brazil’s fill me to the gills thrill is still & always will be Feijoada
Even those in a posh off roader chose this nosh meat's Pagoda
Top of the steeple of food of the people a homegrown Skoda
Adore for any course a tour de Force encore honed toned Yoda
Canadian hardy foie gras machine a mardi gras that’s Arcadian
In the stirrup chirrup quaffing absurd maple syrup is Palladian
Nerds with their curds scoffing mean poutine almost Circadian
For rookies ducks pluck shells shuck bones suck cookies for luck
Opiner cuisine not in history stuck a mean memory mystery miner
Hymn of whim cough overcome by swim in broth Szechuan numb
Yummy unctuous darlings scrumptious diddly umptious dim sum
Ho hum no scrum finer all day diner always did come from China