Dancing out on a limb fits mighty fine with me
don't need no tango nor fandango
give me razzmatazz and all that jazz
the whole shebang to set my soul free
breaking out on the floor feels pretty good to me
don't want no rumba or no samba
give me a beat to move my feet
and set my soles free
I can rock with the best of them
roll with the rest of them
born to boogie I'm a rock 'n' roll man
the spotlight's the only place to be
anything less is second best
in the limelight's home to me
a rock 'n' roll man is what I am
twirling flowers sway
to the rhythm of the wild wind ~
silent samba charms
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 argument was!
But, I looked to my left, he had brought food and wine on a tray.
Comforting and joy, are gifts that only a good friend does!
After some reportage,he inquired of me, if music could I hear.
He continued… “in Brazil, we call it, the “Samba of the Stars”!i
My interest in his philosophy was most intensely piqued.
It was not long before Orion winked our way, my eyes ever set afar!
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 de brilhar;
pinte seu rosto,
faça a sombra
deixe sua
confiança crescer
deixe a maquiagem
contar a história [...]
Refrão: Maquiagem, maquiagem,
vamos sambar a noite toda
De batom ousado
a olhos esfumados
mostre a diva
que você é [...]
Bridge: Perca-se no ritmo,
sinta a batida
Dance a noite toda,
Com a maquiagem
feroz e ousada
então vamos lá,
vamos sambar,
vamos dançar [...]
Refrão: Maquiagem, maquiagem,
vamos sambar a noite toda
De batom ousado
a olhos esfumados
mostre a diva
que você é [...]
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 to their land of time
that all will be to Hell
And tell you that you haven't lived
till others see your sail
And ask you if you've lived that way
for all you did to fail
And bring you to another land
that others will prevail
And take you only by the hand
you handed me to bail
And say to you you've never lived
until you're on your own
And blessings come to all who live
not knowing their unknown
In joyfulness, I truly do belong to you.
Branded for all life, in all kinds of weather.
Each dawn, we get up and dance Samba at sunrise's door.
I live in the warm whirlpool of your love.
With memories I fondly adore, Mi Amor!
April 9, 2020
1pm PST
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
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 know better
As close friend and closest enemy
The gun we still carry
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 too.
I turn around,
Lifting my arms over my head.
I press my back to the front of you,
And I enjoy the cadence
Of your beautiful body.
Your hands are on my gyrating hips,
I feel you push intimately hard,
Pulsing against me in the dark.
Your teeth on my earlobe,
Start a maddening electric tempo,
In my secret depths.
I feel you entwine your fingers with mine,
I am warmly clasping to the beat.
....... .
The rhythm slows.
You lean in close as my song
Draws to its end.
I feel your deep baritone as you whisper
'Save the last dance for me'
I think I will Mr Rightnow.
© 2012
Ruby Honeytip
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......
eyeball to eyeball, deep, labored breathing,
sidestepping, pulling, twirling, pushing;
bodies swaying to the fast Latin beat,
sultry flame of uncontrollable heat;
enchanting the feral, seductive rhythm,
seemingly floating and lost in a dream;
to some dizzying heights wildly soaring,
inflamed pores with sweat overflowing;
lost in the magic of that Brazilian dance,
the master and his moonstruck mistress;
sitting in the corner their loyal Maltese,
admiringly watching, deep in a trance!
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