Women in lovely clothes.
Crystal sea-breeze blowing.
Candle-lit tables,outdoors.
Kaleidoscope-colored, lit dance floor.
Awesome men, raring to go.
Let the Bossa Nova music begin!
The sparking Rio night sky.
The mixed scents of parfums.
The illuminated faces when a cigarette is lit, so artistic.
A divine night, melodically so inspiring.
Grace, music rhythms.
The song, "Mojava" begins.
Ah, thank you!
Antonio Carlos Jobim!
5/8/2021
~2~
Categories:
bossa, beautiful, dance, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Now I’m ninety solar masses and I grow as I accrete
all the inter-stellar gasses near my neighbors when we meet.
My doctor says I’ve grown too fat too fast, “… it’s unsustainable!”
But I’ve big plans for a big blast that I know is attainable:
I’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
Let’s do the Supernova Bossa Nova and host a cosmic show
for galaxies both near and far, a dazzling dance display,
and I’ll blow a smoke ring where we are here in the Milky Way.
My hydrogen will all convert and soon I will implode,
that's inward, I’m an introvert, but watch my shell explode.
My core will keep on shrinking ‘til a blackhole is created,
a wormhole linking to a world where dance is venerated.
We’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
You can blame the Bossa Nova but let’s all enjoy the show!
July 4, 2020
For the “You are a star Poetry Contest” sponsored by Nina Parmenter (First Place)
Categories:
bossa, dance, introspection, science, star,
Form: Personification
On a planet far beyond the galaxy Milky Way,
A dance like the bossa nova is done every day,
By numerous aliens around that far, exotic world,
The skies over which rainbow colors are swirled!
For a supernova dominates those extraneous skies,
Visible at late afternoon, but not at double sunrise.
When moonlight comes, they put dancing shoes on,
But, the bossa nova dance seems to be the only one.
The wild, colorful, nightlife could blow you away!
Those jazzy aliens can dance from now 'til doomsday.
And when it rains, up blossom deep purple flowers,
That release their scents for the many restful hours.
Categories:
bossa, dance, happiness, music, star,
Form: Rhyme
Strands of your hair
lithely dancing,
weightless,
lifted by the breezy rhythms of a
Bossa Nova song
on a Sunday morning
at the beach,
before heat and people wake.
Happiness.
Categories:
bossa, beach, beautiful, happiness, love,
Form: Free verse
There is a catchy tune recorded during an earlier day.
This recording was made by the talented Eydie Gorme.
Yes, she was the same one who was Steve Lawrence’s wife.
The song turned out to be the biggest hit of her life.
On a popular dance she wanted to put the blame.
The “Bossa Nova” was what ignited her love flame.
A handsome guy caught her eye; then she wanted to dance.
Eydie said that was what started her romance.
Just listen to the song if it is something you don’t know.
Perhaps you might be one to fall in love also.
Categories:
bossa, love, music, romance, song,
Form: Rhyme