Samba Poems - Poems about Samba

It was so silent, thist most extraordiary Spring night! I closed my sleepy eyes, on my outdoor, jade recliner. Warm as the embrace of a beloved,summer’s, cuddly.night. I was awakened by my Brazilian friend, with a gentle reminder. “Life is no place for sleeping or weepng,you must live for today.!” I so desired, to tell him, how very wrong his...

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SAMBA MAQUIAGEM DE CARNAVAL Verso 1: Prepare TUDO, Hoje é Carnaval, é hora de brilhar; pinte seu rosto, deixe sua beleza interior ganhar vida Com cores vibrantes e brilho em abundância [...] Refrão: Maquiagem, maquiagem, vamos sambar a noite toda De batom ousado a olhos esfumados mostre a diva que você é [...] Verso 2: Hoje é Carnaval, é hora...

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I've come to you a pretty girl I've come to you just right I'm longing for your arms abhor I'm offered you tonight. I call you for the favored vail Your more where I can't feel And beg you for the ones who live that others form your keel And make you come to see me bleed where others force their beil And take you...

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In joyfulness, I truly do belong to you. Branded for all life, in all kinds of weather. ...

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Nether and far, darkness among stars A painless realm daunting hidden charm Neutrons and Adams, the beginning Above the heavens, gods even sinning Crimes of the universe Negatives and positives Black holes letting the evil escape Crippling this world with Left over hate Tears overwhelm And saturate Ubiquitous whims In rhythm sings At fates door No more...

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The roaring gun that knew no owners The ghost incarnated in a metal groaning in the Pearl of Africa Terminating the blood f cattle keepers Hurtling the flesh of land tillers Tormenting landless hunters Scaring away lions of Mburo And leaving Mbarara homeless Samba Samba The gun of a dictator The gun that killed Ugandans The gun that liberated Ugandans The gun that we...

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Hunger accelerated my rest in the showering night Then i dreamt, in my dream i dream i heard a call In a cool voice telling me to go Go because you are a king The dawn chorus woke me up into another beautiful morning glow My head is swinging pendulously and my legs are willing to go So i went,...

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Sweat trickles down my bare back. It tickles as it wetly trails To the base of my spine. My hips sway,  My shoulders dip and roll In rythmic undulations In time with the vibrations That have suddenly become,  My only awareness. A delighted smile spreads Across my crimson lips I open my eyes to look at you. You are looking at me,  I know what's on your mind. Mmmm....mine...

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Samba Rhythms resonating through the jasmine hedges, while lads and lasses sip fruity drinks with colorful umbrellas in them, The natives hustle to the samba rhythms, exchanging partners methodically, The synchronicity is enchanting, A night of frivolity and gaiety, in a forgotten war torn country.........

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eyeball to eyeball, deep, labored breathing, sidestepping, pulling, twirling, pushing; bodies swaying to the fast Latin beat, sultry flame of uncontrollable heat;...

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