Cruising along horizons unseen
where prurient rush of greenery lingers,
I will inhabit both the raw wildness
of Amazon Forest, and its mysteriously
spiritual essence...how sunlight would glint
on a montage of nature's exotic tableau , then
Dovetailing this wonder with the majestic
presence of Christ the Redeemer statue, could
this leave me enthralled as I glide out
from a sublmie out- of- body experience ?
Oh I shall but stop to allow such rare Portuguese
culture to assault my senses , that,
Down Rio's kinetic streets, plazas curve
into a labyrinth of carnival footprints...this is
Brazil's mad riot of a dance fest where I will throb
to the rhythm of samba's intoxication, on and on...
Then past old churches and warm townsfolk,
my soul will taste this locale's primal delicacy
while this roaming would fire the gypsy in me...
Brazil, Brazil...take me there !
1st Place
Wear something nice
Not to fancy
Check the heels
On those shoes
Tonight I feel like
dancing
This is a lovers
Interlude
Iwe feel in love in
Ole Dell Rio
Under a Strawberry
Moon
It ain't that complicated
It's our destiny
I assume
She's such a sophisticated
Lady
Darling can I hold your
Hand
It's a privilege to say
Your my lady
I'm so proud to
be your man
Now and then I would
Answer
If only you would ask
I'd kiss you now
It neither chore or task
We feel in love
In Ole Dell Rio
Put a flower in
Her hair
She is such a sexy woman
I could watch and stare
on and on and on
we climbed on painted horses
we hitched a ride on a conga line
rode on the luggage collection airport rides
watched the slide-show cycles on endless repeats
for life's a carousel of roundabouts
on those merry-go-rounds,
on and on, on and on,
with no beginning,
end or meaning,
spinning not
to heaven,
nor hell,
dream
on
The nights near your endearing, deep cocoa skin,
Silently, splendiferous, in this, sensitive , Spring we revel in.
Samba music fingers, paint energetic dancers on the Spring walls,
Lost in the beckoning and hypnotically, loves’s, passionate night call.
You quiet my soul, with your tender, intoxicating, loving tenacity,
And create sweet hours, revelling in our world to poetic capacity!
3/29/2025 updated poem
Ah, I remember those smashing
days when I was dancing till dawn!
Refusing to be a workforce pawn.
It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face!
I enjoyed the joy, the people-peppered life.
Marvelously, frenzied, frenetic pace.
Being wild,did agree with me.
Life, for me, was so far, far more wondrous,
Than a posh,expensive, one- time cruise at sea.
Confetti-like, touching , steamy romances.
Meeting eccentric people from all nations
Learning, international, amazing dances.
Most people's lives follow a boring straight line.
Mine was and still is an escalating spiral path
Of colored, metallic, ribbons rising to the sky.
Nothing about it was ever dull norever orthodox.
I cherished each hour never did I once.
Run my life by societal rules or the face of a clock!
Full of international sounds andjoyous souls.
What a great life God has given gave me!
Now these joyous times with pen,I can transpose!
A free soul,I am till the day that Iexpire.
But perhaps~God might send me a spare tire?
A few more Bossa Nova years to
be with you.
In harmony and rhythm, just more
Samba and going to Rio!
March 6, 2024
She shimmers in the sun,
she's onyx in eventide,
Rio Grande.
She can be waters of a
new horizon,
or a river of Death.
Swimming in desperation,
mothers, fathers,
wanting coveted freedom
for their children to live
in USA-
a divided nation,
for an education, a chance,
to be enfranchised.
Men, women, children
have drowned,
returned to God.
But their dreams
didn't perish in
this waterway.
They're living in
another family landing
on shore in uncertainty.
Where does humanity go,
when the Rio Grande flows-
into a fate unknown. ~
Simon Le Bon English singer who rocked the eighties
Three Ivor Novello Awards British Academy, maties
Duran Duran's lead singer and lyricist
Flair for poetry my favorite empiricist
I miss my Rio and own behalf
but it's not from any river,
but rather from the unusual bay,
How nostalgic I cry and laugh...
From the mountains monuments,
extraordinary division of the city,
between frights and sweet moments,
between beauty and necessity...
Naturally blissful, blessed,
by an exuberant geography
and a cultivated architecture,
In Rio, the carioca displays euphoria
of a contagious wealthy life,
sambando in wonderful choreography...!
Rio
Na verdade
existem pessoas
que bebem
profundamente
do rio da sabedoria,
outras,
apenas gargarejam.
As pessoas que
bebem do rio
da sabedoria
apreciam a vida
e fazem sempre
mais e mais.
Color and Passion
Oh, how I love both color and fashion.
Carnival in Brazil is my passion..
Sparking sequins,feathers are everywhere
Humanity dances in the night air.
Sensuosity lights a dance fireball,
Rio, at Carnival, is an enchanting call!
7/12/2022
~1~
Zuzuangel, dances the dazzling streets of Rio.
Her red hair, shines in the moonlight.
Attracting only the finest to her.
She wears studded gold sandals, those sexy feet,
cannot stop dancin to the Jobim, Bossa Nova Beat.
The outside cafes, the weather divine,
This is Zuzu’s time to be out and about, plus to
radiantly shine.
Her inner-soul, you see, has a rain-bowed, inviting
glow.
Wherein the river of her inner poetry does both rise
and flow.
That inner peace, is her fortress, where she truly
cannot be touched.
And any fool, who intimidates her-will be at once,
directly be rebuffed!
It does no good to intimidate, crush or
gang up on any poet’s soul.
The fate for any who so so?
When you harm any of God’s children,
in a monsoon of your own arrogance
you are eternally lost and tossed.
Your vanity, will kill you so high and mighty
you are.
Forgetting each poet is part of
God’s creative star!
11/18/2021
Pangie still in Trauma Center.
Learning to walk and stand.
Sorry, I am constantly around.
Commenting time is at
a minimimum..
Carnival of Rio
in poverty and laughter
people celebrate
“Wrongs”
A million feet marching
A million feet bleeding
A million feet searching
Marching for life
Bleeding from war
Searching for beds
What is this for?
They have nothing left
Why did they lose?
The sun no longer shines
There are earthquakes, floods and fires.
There are wars, crime and hate
A million feet marching
The sky no longer bright
There is drought, pestilence, and starvation
There is sickness, illiteracy and poverty
A million feet bleeding
No stars in the night
There is politics, greed and wealth
There is abuse, disease and deadly shots in the dark
A million feet searching
There is.............
$200,000,000 on a space flight of four
There could be..............
$20,000 each to 10,000 under a bridge in Del Rio
Is there anything wrong
With this picture?
How insanely stupid are we?
Mom asked to buy fresh slaughtered chicken
it was 45 degrees and in a hurry to quicken
bought it. put in trunk, went to the bar with friend
time passed, I drank a lot you imagine the end
chicken in the trunk "mom, brought it roasted instead"
Third grade is going nuts with excitement.
Their exuberant joy is beyond normal, urged on by a video cartoon.
Star of the show is a sassy talking blue parrot.
Six to eight of the louder eight-year-olds are yelling now.
It is their lunch time. Guess who their supervisor is.
I forgot how young they are.
They bray like crazed donkeys over slap stick idiocy; it's new to them.
I join in now, laughing more loudly than they have ever heard.
Their joviality stops; they are staring.
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