by Pat Adams |
Categories:
absence, confusion, feelings, humorous, word play,
She said, "It was fun yesterday and hot!"
"I made love with a Brazilian all day!"
Her friend said, "Shut up, I hope you did not!"
"How many is a Brazilian anyway?"
by Sean Kelly |
Categories:
funny, love, mothermemory, memory,
My earliest memory was the Mid-Wife
And her strong , safe forceful grip .
And Dad's big frown
In his surgical gown
Saying "don't let my baby slip .
Lord ! , he's pink and bald and ugly
Hey Mom ! , here's your nine month dream
He's the perfect mix
For politics
'Cause he sure knows how to scream " .
They all ooh'd and aah'd and choochy cooed
Saying yeah, he's one in a million
As I looked in bother
And asked , hey mother
So tell me ! , what's a brazilian ? .
Inspired by Danielle White's early memory contest ..
by Bh Hallenburg |
Categories:
cute love, humorous, mother daughter, valentines day,
Valentine from my Mother in 1973:
If you see a frog sittin' in a tree,
Pull his tail and think of me.
My response:
Oh Toad!
Though butt of Jest and Ridicule since days of yore reviled;
Though favored on a Frenchman's plate and victim of a child;
Though hunted by Brazilian bats, devoured in the night,
Or dried and sprinkled in the brew to conjure up a blight;
And even blamed for warts and such (although the wise know better)
when little boys decide it's fun to slip one down a sweater!
Despite all this, Poor Toady knows worst yet to come he sees...
is lovers climbing through the boughs tugging toadtails in the trees!!!
by Keith D Trestrail |
Categories:
fun, humorous,
My foreign music teacher my loins disturb,
her grammar poor but her Brazilian superb.
She yelled “Ay, Caramba!
Do you wanna samba?”
I do love to dance but no Miss, wrong verb!
Written: August 2014
by Duncan Chappell |
Categories:
love,
I remember seeing your picture
so beautiful to my eyes
a lady of my dreams a beauty queen
i never thought you would love me,
for your more beautiful then i've ever seen a brazilian queen
my samba dream.
gardens filled with love.
waters flowing like a love poem.
iam lost forever in your beautiful eyes
my body so raw but i have forever found my cure my love
forever more.
the nightwalker
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
longing, love,
Hot as a sizzling steak on a Brazilian grill,
Dancing brown eyes I could sink my heart into
Steely arms, and determination in his eyes,
Watching me dance with a fierceness that thrills me.
My Latin lover, hero of my most erotic, exotic dreams.
Flames twirling from my skirts as I dance for him,
We are both spicy hot, breathing like spirited wild stallions
Waiting for the dancing to be over, so the loving can begin.
Contest: Saudade
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Written 2-11-2019
by Alkas Poetry |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, appreciation, humorous, irony, metaphor,
Oh poet, nativist,
would you love that much today
this country of clowns and artists... !
PS/ Gonçalves Dias was one of the greatest poets of the first romantic generation in Brazil. He was patron of chair 15 at the Brazilian Academy of Letters (ABL). Remembered as an Indianist, nativist poet, he wrote on themes related to the figure of the Indian,
always extolling with euphoria his great yearning for the beauty of Brazil, its people, its nature...
In addition to being a poet, he was a journalist, lawyer and ethnologist.
by Alkas Poetry |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, analogy, creation, humanity, identity, metaphor,
I love the brazilian girls
with a beach flavor,
French with
taste of champagne,
Arabs who smell
camphor, oriental
that smell peach ...
Who wants to be my friend
must not come up with subterfuge,
come with sincere friendship,
not with real state or property ...
My asset are not
of this world ... my kingdom
it's much deeper, is
unlimited universe
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
science fiction,
Others heard the hum start
Long before it appeared out of the dark
Hovering above the Statue standing
Of Christ’s out-stretched hands so demanding
Some took it as a sign from God above
And gathered to sing their songs of love
Whilst others just wondered why
It had appeared in the darkened sky
But that was a year ago
Before what was its final show
When the the glitter flew from the top
And everyone it touched dropped
Since that day Rio has been lost
As the Brazilian government counts the cost
But what were the aliens doing there
Behind the glitter wall we find we care.
© Paul Warren Poetry
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
love,
Coracao Leviano
The Language of Love
Come, my love, let's Samba,
This magical night away!
Sink deeply into my brown eyes,
I so adore the way your manly
hips do sway.
I am giddy from this dance! Come!
Let's remove our golden sandals,
Allowing God's water to warmly
baptize our sunkist dancing feet!
Oh, how glorious a treat!
Then, carry me into the cresting sea,
Under a Brazilian moon.
Where only silence exists.....
...and me...and you.
Panagiota Romios
3/13/2019