Often during the winter we think about heading south, and Jerry A. Scuderi has written "Florida Paradise" to reflect this.
Rain your bow over condos tall ;
escort darkness ; gone .
Retirement beckons , propel your call .
Life's blooming with the dawn .
Invite tranquility majestic palms .
Blossoms accent court and pools .
Bestow on us your soothing balm .
Time's weeded out the fools .
Sprinkle , splash fountain matron
over crepe lined ponds .
Jungle trimmed greet us patron
gather , remiss , and bond .
Dive , pursue goose necked snake bird ;
seek murky treats .
Lower creatures never heard
such snouts , jaws , nor beaks .
Offer your branches low set palm .
Eternity pomps a fragrant dish .
Entice , abet your song of psalms ;
console my dusk . . . I wish .
The couple in the picture above could be the subject of Jerry's haiku sequence below.
Sally and Hugh
Sundown, love found
haiku, dew, and . . . You !
you are kind
brute, gentle, cute
true, loyal, You
Kiss me, miss me ?
new tiny coo
like You !
Blue shoes, hue
best prom dress
bright , glitter, night
lend life again
mom’s dear tear .
Hearty wed party
paged aged sage
find grand time
loan end, home
still, . . . love you.
Of course, with Jerry's next poem, we come back to reality with a love poem of another sort.
The parking space
I love you and I search for you; licit beauty of mine .
The sun, moon, and the stars, so dim to your shine .
I search the mountains, valley floors, the plains, and the forest.
Don’t hide from me; you’ve heard my cries, oh, my lovely lurest .
You own my heart and soul , you do; to you I will be true .
Again you hide; oh, love of mine; let me fondle you .
Your slender shape and waiting arms fill me with intoxication .
Yet, you run, and hide, and bring in guys, for my provocation .
With tears and beers, I come to you; your loving arms are waiting .
You tear my heart and wrench my soul; suitors you are baiting .
Come with me. Yes, you my dear; oh, thing of style and grace .
When we’re one, its heaven’s fun; oh, charming parking space .
Night’s to fall and I must go. Leave you space, I must .
Our sun goes down, and darkness falls on my tears and lust .
The morning comes, I search again; oh, Diamond, “The Sought After”.
A suitor’s there and in my place. Woe to me. Disaster !
I'll finish with some music. Let's go so far south that it's actually summer! Let's go to Brazil. I'll start with a song by guitarist and vocalist Joyce Moreno:
Here is Antonio Carlos Jobim's "One-Note Samba": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rzNLXxo01Q
In the 1960s he collaborated with Sinatra: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5Sff1Yw8nc
I must add "The Girl from Ipanema" with Astrud Gilberto on vocals: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvVtgY3NwdM
It turns out that Bebel Gilberto is not Astrud's daughter, but here is one of her songs, "Samba da Bencao": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl2WJdn3qOE