Long Samba Poems

Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved fingers 
slid over an intermittently scratched carbon black handrail she...

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Let's dwell a tiny bit  on that  skill  most hanker after,
of mastering a language that especially enthrals,
infused with magic rhythm so fervent,
pulsing music lilt,  anthem-rich samba,
think for one ecstatic heady moment,
if...

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I wrote you a lovesong
and I slipped it into my shoe.
The blue shoes;
the ones I wore to the dance tonight.
I put the shoes outside my bedroom door,
to be shining when I wake up.
When I wake...

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When I was just a wee one
          my mom taught me to dance
             ...

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The alphabets were standing in a line 26 strong,
The Language Door Keeper knew at once something 
was wrong...
No verbs or nouns or personifications, no sentence
structures, or punctuation. 

What is the problem The Language Door Keeper...

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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ? 



"I don't know Son?"


Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox he knows about it ... .


Kinder yes I think much...

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Wake not to feel that all is maya  all futile all cyclic dust
           even if it were so the pain lingers   pain...

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No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything,
And we do not lack time,
But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say,
Like a saxophone solo in a New York club,

To...

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Chromatic
Voglio chetu sia mio
Ibi locutus sum
J 'espere que je ne le
regretterai pas
Na ia jeg takkle meg
selv
Daar is geen skeuring 
tussen jou en my nie
Es un honored haberna 
sentido asi
Jeg vil gifte meg med 
deg: Ja...

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The Spirit of the Lord is not mentioned often in the Holy Scriptures 
But if you read the book of Acts you will get the full gospel picture 
Of the power of the Holy Spirit...

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Oh! Black Americans,  
Africa is your motherland 
And most Africans love you 
Not because you are called African Americans 
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures. 
Being called Americans while speaking 
African dialects , suit...

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Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone. 
My first language was Spanish. 
Learned from sweet stories told by my...

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It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face
 For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application
 Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation
 You would get from a smiley face, even for...

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 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet...

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Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes

So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the...

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“holy candle blues”


in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam

she entered peeling story-caked walls riding a lightning...

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I

     You stare silently squinting
 through  your stained glass panes

Pulling aside sapphire drapes
 of somber samite and organdy
  
Lo, gazing mesmerized
a quixotic moon--
blithely blows kisses,
wryly winks
and coyly smiles--


 Yea,...

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Irene....My Mother and I.

I cannot believe I am her daughter!
She always dressed in the very best taste.
Very little jewelry, conservative
dresses, no slacks, are you kidding?
A white-gloved perfect lady,she.

Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones.
Never a babushka...

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Dancing was my favorite pastime.    
On the dancing floor
I would clog, and I would shimmy 
till my feet were sore.

But one day my dancing ended.  
I've myself to blame.
Here's the story...

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World Cup Finals Spain 1982

fate had decided New Zealand would be tried
when drawing the hardest group in everyone’s eyes.
First is Scotland related to a few but it’s the adopted
country these lads will defend, next the...

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Hiker Dude

Commander of the view of the curving earth
the Piñon stands a-grip a forest of boulders,
jagged giants, held in place by her, a part of her,
at her bidding.

The lone hiker dude,
grasps the piñon to haul...

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This is a humours attempt towards the show, So you think you can dance. I do 
quite like the show and just wrote something that tried to show different angles of 
genres of dance and...

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The bad news is we have yellow jackets in our yard.
A colony of which I whole-heartedly disapprove.
The good news is these yellow jackets showed me…I can still bust a move.

A quick fact about yellow jackets…if...

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Make time as your lifetime partner in your 
journey to success. 
                       ...

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