Joy and sorrow in staccato
Feet strike the floor
Heel and toe
Pounding from the knee
Kicking up the skirt
Hips sway
Spine arches
Arms encircle the body
Wringing and unfurling
Elbows raised
Wrists and fingers twist and rotate
Hands fling high
Eyes cast down
Cante and compas
Toque and palmas
In passion and anguish
Duende
Categories:
palmas, art, dance, emotions, music,
Form: Free verse
is everything
The petrol prices in Portugal are now so high
the highest European for me to drive from Cascais to Algarve
makes me six hours, (before two) I save on petrol but waste time.
Behind me, angry drivers in BML´s waving their fists who want to overtake
only so they can turn sharp right for a coffee at the nearest café.
Too much coffee makes people nervous.
China has a housing problem, while in Britain, they have a supply problem
Britain has not enough petrol drivers to supply the forecourts
In San Francisco bay, 72 ships are waiting to unload the precious cargo
mainly full of Christmas banality, no capacity they say.
Is the USA becoming a third world country?
The north pole is melting the sea level rises, but never mind that
we want out Christmas and petrol.
In Las Palmas, volcanic eruption lava streams going into the sea
that is for future generations to figure out.
All I want is an electric scooter I bought in China.
Categories:
palmas, anger, car,
Form: Burlesque
Prefere
Desde sempre
seja na vida
ou nos negócios
diga sempre
de onde vens.
Desde sempre
seja na vida
prefinir fazer
mais e mais,
fazer negócios
com outras pessoas
da mesma cidade
é uma verdade,
seja em Palmas,
em Ponta Porã
ou em São Paulo.
Categories:
palmas, business,
Form: Free verse
Vamos
Nas linhas das palmas das mãos,
eles escreveram o destino dos passos
com a pretensão de escrever o destino do sol.
Agora é o momento
o sol já se liberta
mostrando o caminho da liberdade dos passos.
Levante-se,
levante sua mão –,
coloque “pé ante pé”,
a longa noite para de sufocar
e o dia chega.
Categories:
palmas, business,
Form: Free verse
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
Categories:
palmas, food, life, love,
Form: Alliteration
Hay algo en esta iglesia,
El aire parece ser más fino,
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte
Ay, Señor, ¿qué más hago para ti?
Dime...
¿Cómo elevar tu precioso nombre?
Porque anhelo adorarte
Creo que fingí una vez demasiados
Ahora el Espíritu Santo me ha tocado.
Hay algo en esta iglesia,
El aire parece ser más fino,
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte
Ay, Señor, ¿qué más hago para ti?
Dime...
Hay algo en este lugar,
Tan fuerte que no lo puedo luchar,
Sólo quiero verte ahora mismo,
Mi corazón baila porque estoy listo.
Este sentimiento que tengo es tan libre,
Ya no soy imprudente como un belitre;
Las Palmas de mis manos hierven con fe,
Fe en ti, Señor y todo por lo que moriste.
Hay algo en esta iglesia,
El aire parece ser más fino,
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte
Ay, Señor, ¿qué más hago para ti?
Dime...
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte
Puedo alabarte
Puedo alabarte
¿Qué más hago para ti?
Hay algo en esta iglesia,
Hay algo en esta iglesia...
Categories:
palmas, allah, art, bible, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Dance your Salsa
Dance your Merenque
Dance your history
Of conquest and survival
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Debajo de las Palmas
En sue colored brillantes
Against the clear white sand
In broad flowing skirts
Filled with freedom and life
Singing loud, Musica de mi
Proud people
Lifting up the sorrow soul
From depths of despair
Let the Congas rap and the
Trumpets scream;
Timbales, get out of control
Ivory keys chime along
Cantan una cancion Latina
De la Isla del Encanto
Cantamos con el Coqui'
My people, humble people,
Happy people, make your
Sound loud!
Bailan Oh! Chicas
No dejan de bailar
Cantan las historias de
Mi jente - no callan mas!
Excerpt from my book "The Big Apple Turns Briwn
When You Slice It" selected poems and shirt
strokes of my Nuyorican Culture. Published 2002
www.authorhouse.com
Categories:
palmas, absence
Form: Prose Poetry