POTD
Tipping the light with curves arched
and flowing with rain,
she mounts her tinseled limbs
on summertime's crest--
The trees, seeds, and flame
in her eyes lightly open
the fingertips of near August.
Quick to beat on belly drums,
her shadow trance melts
the liquid stars in one tender rush...
How unbridled and young is she,
holding the skirt that lifts into a dance
of raw abandon: the moon hangs
like a harp strutting a rhumba that drifts
on gloss of her arms:
And if every detail of silk on her derriere
can be sewn in weaves fondling her shade ,
this she shall bring too...
In a summer of July's reckless abandon.
First place~
.~
Categories:
rhumba, character, summer,
Form: Personification
Speech , " You are married today , our daughter!
We are here witnessing your wedding.
Listen ! Our daughter listening !
Today is your wedding day ,our daughter.
Relatives , neighbours, friends ,
Colleagues are gathering here today."
Bantu drums sounding ,stump, stump !stump!
Flute is swain!swain!swain!swain!swain!
Guitar is lalela! lalela lalela! lalela ! lalela!
All people are happily , jumping dancing today.
Different dance moves: tango, rhumba,salsa,
Jazz, zuki, reggae, nyonga , and chachacha.
Last speech " You have now a new family
Husband, father ,mother, brothers,
Sisters in laws, learn to respect them.
No turning back here our sister.
Respect your husband as your new father."
May 21/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
rhumba, africa, happy, wedding,
Form: Free verse
You see, apart from well brewed coffee,
And soothing rhumba spiced with jazz,
I love women, no l ladies, yes lasses,
They are like whimsical poetry.
Women are well endowed beings,
Beings with soothing lovely voices,
Beings that walk around with precious gourds,
And a backyard full of soft-to-touch orchards.
Imagine of a world devoid of ladies,
It could be a boring one indeed,
Gloominess would loom everywhere,
With deep, hoarse and irritating voices.
If loving them is a sin, I am already a sinner,
If defending them is a crime, I better rot in jail,
No obligation amounts to having 'hot' damsels,
And no purgement can outsmart a pulchritude with sturdy cones.
A certain religious leader always condemns my habit,
He says I will not make it to heaven with my coveting,
Too sad, I have a tattoo on my right deltoid,
And the Holy book says we will not enter Jerusalem!
Categories:
rhumba, love, women,
Form: Free verse
While careening with Carene,
a boogie-woogie with Wanita, wow!
Then, a whirl with Pearl,
a jiggy jig with Jacqueline.
At intervals rhumba with a Rosalie.
An experimental ballet
with Bonnie, Bob, and Blaire.
Thanks, Charlie, for the Cha-cha-cha!
A quick shimmy with Shailene,
disco with a duchess
prancing with a prince,
and quickstep with a queen.
A charleston with Cherise
before long, samba with Sabrina,
a quick jive with Jennifer,
followed by a tango with Tasneem.
Pole dancing with Priscilla,
Poppy, Penny, and Pandora.
Kuchipudi with Kahini
and kizomba with Kabibe.
Conga with a coven
flamenco with old flame,
what will be my last dance?
Danzón with the Devil, I expect.
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Date wrote: 13-July-2021
Categories:
rhumba, dance, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Danny Dragon learned to dance the Samba,
then he wanted to learn the Rhumba,
the Hustle, Jitterbug and Boogie Woogie,
with his little friend Salugi.
All day and night they’d shake and shimmy,
oh, Danny and Salugi often got quite giddy;
giggling and wiggling across the dance floor
and I can say I was never, ever bored.
Then Danny got the competition fever,
as far as winning he was a believer.
I entered him in three or four
they literally danced from door to door!
Winning trophies and even money,
Salugi became quite a charming honey.
They’d spin and two-step all day long
I got my guitar and played a few songs.
Three hundred twenty competitions later,
Danny took the trophy from Albert Alligator.
in two years time, they’d won thousands of dollars
and Danny bought Salugi a diamond collar.
He bought himself a new Mercedes,
it made him a magnet for all the ladies.
Danny and Salugi became quite famous
and now they’ve their own show in Vegas!
4-10-2021
Enter the ' Nursery Rhyme 4' Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
Categories:
rhumba, analogy, children, myth, poems,
Form: Rhyme
The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks prancing on rhumba beats to unveil
My city agleam...near a harbor bright.
Rithimus Divisa 9 Contest of Gregory R Barden
Taken from the poem ' Pulse of Manila'
Submitted 10/11/2020
Categories:
rhumba, beautiful, places,
Form: Rhyme
I watched in the woods, until as I wished,
Upon a mossy rock lit an ouzel
In a shaft of light shining ‘midst the mists
Of a swiftly swirling stream in the dell.
If he came to dance, he had come to please.
My overgrown wren slowly flexed his knees
Blissfully bobbing, crying, “Zeet, zeet, zeet” –
A rousing rhumba on unmoving feet.
Looking about, in solitude, blinking,
As if for traffic, when with a quick move
And a clear note of joy, shrilly ringing,
Into the roiling cataract he dove
To the bottom of the water, how odd;
There to trod like some strange inverted god.
Categories:
rhumba, bird, god, nature, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
Our summer love began in Gemini
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.
Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.
Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.
The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.
Susan Ashley
May 15, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
*(Black) Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*
Categories:
rhumba, romantic love, sensual, summer,
Form: Sonnet
You Can Never Dance A Tango With A Mango
You can never dance a Tango With a Mango
And the Damson is a drama in the Jive.
And the Grapefruit you can bet
Has not done the Rhumba yet
And that a Kumquat does the Foxtrot
Is entirely false.
The Samba when in season can be entirely pleasin’
But the Mango cannot Tango or dance the Waltz.
10/19/17
For 'Daft' contest by Kevin Shaw
Categories:
rhumba, dance, fruit, humor,
Form: Rhyme
This sunset of peach crowns the bay, aglow
While Manila lies in tropical bliss
This region bustling with tunes as nights flow
Along street cafes where friends reminisce.
The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks prancing on rhumba beats to unveil
My city agleam... near a harbor bright.
Modern yet quaint, this scene is my life’s art
Afloat like an isle of eclectic flair,
Robed in temples,parks of inner child’s heart
For this dwelling charms with beauty to share.
In my abode of pearled Oriental grains,
Manila pulsates in festive refrains.
Where Are You From Contest
Sponsor: Joseph Soper
* Manila ( Philippines)
Categories:
rhumba, beautiful, character, places,
Form: Rhyme
Dense implosion of infinite desire
Dead to the sensual stirrings
Events search
Stretch for eager horizons
Blackness
Blackens the mood and raises spirits
Times spaces
Interregnums of intense longing
Hang limply on half uttered words
Pleading eyes call to the stars
Summon the traveling muse
Half dead moons and resurrecting galaxies
Milky in ways you cannot imagine
Gravity
Pulls with inimitable redoubt
Rotating doors of wondrous probing
Earth fire is molten
Baking the inner sanctums
Raising internal set points
Feverish flourish of action
Gyrating to the fulsome Rhumba
Peppering staccato of Saturdays
Dancing delirious
Exorcising gargantuan ghosts
Of tall imposing dreams
Categories:
rhumba, angst,
Form: Blank verse
I hear mento music making night sweet
See women shuffling hips and light feet
Feel the rhumba box humming in my heart
Gombay grumbling breaks the bass apart
My soul surrenders to her salacious flute
And shakes like a maracca to contribute
To festive dance with toombah repeating
The bottle torch lits up the opague night
And fireflies come the years remembering
And they guided Tacky to that ancient fight
For patrimony and human rights to meet
Where Jamaica stands soveriegn above defeat.
Categories:
rhumba, political,
Form: Verse
The winds of evening and circumstance
Blow into my soul with vision and light
Breathlessly lift my feet to the night
Surrender my soul to this wondrous dance
Locked in rhapsody,wrapped in your arms
Living the beat as we dip and twirl
Don't let go,I'm your rhumba girl
Feeling the sorcery of your charms
The moon grows fat,the sky turns bright
Morning beckons,dawn comes calling
In stillness we hear our footsteps falling
As we reluctantly end the night
**for contest"May I have This Dance?"
sponsored by Barbara Gorelick
Categories:
rhumba, love, music
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
I hear the panting of the feet
Like calypso music, breathless and sweet
The rhumba playing in the heart
And diverse tongues caught by the web of art
Same as the mento of the sea
Same as the mento of the sea
Campbell, Sutta, Cliffy and I
Sweet guineps, or mangoes and sun's silver eye
Pressed by the weight of enterprise
We trafficked dreams, but could not name the prize
Poicianna blossoms falling
Poincianna blossoms falling
Youth then, the sweatless memory
Montego Bay, our boyhood bright city
And dusty feet, from street to street
Where at compassions edge we eat
Behold us now bleating with love
Behold us now bleating with love
And, O, I shall come back again
Perhaps to seek, and long for friends in vain
Pyaba and his dancers gone
But still the bright hibiscus blooms the dawn
And withers in the noon day heat
And withers in the noon day heat
I long to climb the coral cliff
I feel the kites excited as they lift
The cares of our hearts skyward, free
Like parasails now o'er the shining sea
And mark the heights our dreams could go
And mark the heights our dreams could go.
Categories:
rhumba, friendship, people, placesday,
Form: Lay
Rock me like a thunderbolt
Or simply let us drift away
Let the music give a jolt
Maybe make us dip and sway
Let the notes take us on over
To that place we crave to be
Twirl me 'round the dance floor lover
Spin me baby, two-step me!
So rock me like there's no tomorrow
Or hold me close and murmur sweet
We'll dance away our care and sorrow
Rhumba me right off my feet!
** for the Dance poem contest
Categories:
rhumba, upliftingdance, me, dance, me,
Form: Rhyme
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