Time in Copacabana is an awesome memory.
Next to the South Atlantic, great beauty I scanned.
Like the Girl from Ipanema I was able to be,
dancing with fun waves and sunning myself on sand.
There's a sweet young lady named Jill
for whom travel is such a big thrill.
She sees many places
and lots of kind faces
in Asheville, Nashville,
Seattle and Seville,
Belleville, Louisville
and Copacabana, Brazil!
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I know there are no answers in Saint Germain des Prés
Or in Copacabana, nor on the top of Everest,
That’s why we’re listening to Albert Camus,
That we eat frog legs,
There is no response from teachers or mechanics
Or The stewards,
That’s why we walk to calm down,
There are no answers in love,
That’s why we wear masks everywhere,
We know that there are no answers at Jean Jacques Goldmann,
That’s why we kiss in the night,
We are crossing California on foot,
I know, darling, that our love is the only answer we have to breathe,
To avoid the bites of the rattlesnakes,
We know there are no answers in supermarkets,
Neither in Nietzsche, nor in the doctors,
That’s why we read Rimbaud and Baudelaire,
Whether we play the piano Debussy, or Fauré,
To make the world still bearable tomorrow.
PS a write without pretension, I hold no truth, I do not have any answer either
If a beauty speaks in poetic word
Then my language is look like
The west sky rainbow
If a beauty floats in poetic stream
Then my note book is look like
The horizon of Emerald Ocean
If a beauty lives in poetic sight
Then my sovereign ink is look like
The childlike yellow leaves of spring
If a beauty enjoys the poetic sleep
Then my sportive dream is look like
The Sun bath on Copacabana beach
If a beauty hugs the poetic tears
Then my blue veiled pain is look like
The verse of Phenomenal Woman
If a beauty comes to the poetic loneliness
Then my abandoned abode is look like
The full moon night of nuptial journey
If a beauty becomes a sagacious poet
Then I’m there is a collaborating duet
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
February 11, 2023
Have you seen the part time plumber?
He plumbs in winter and a pop-star in summer
During a plumbing job, he will thrust out his spanner
Singing into it “Copacabana”
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