Jobim poems on Hello Poetry

Carl Halling Jul 2015

My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind
My travels take me just where
I please I don't have
To leave my warm room

My travels start
Sixteen sun
Beating down
Sinatra's crooning Jobim
And I'm just dreaming of my
Great romance to come

I don't need a little ticket
Tells me I can take the train
I don't even to risk it
There's no blistering sun
Or driving rain
And it's here that I remain

My travels end
With a sweet
And peaceful time
I've found such sense deep within
No more will I feel
The need to go travelling again.

Written in 2003 as a song lyric, as part of a series of songs.

#sun #romance #mind #room #travels

James Bradley McCallum Feb 2017

Time to Dance

I stand on the eastern side
of the rainbow bridge
without a passport
I cannot cross

The sunless day offers
slate gray backdrops
to white billows
rising from roaring falls

During the night
I watched the towers
of the city on the opposite shore
it's lights sparkled
throughout the evening
illuming descending flurries
like bits of pastel graffiti

On the morn of my birthday
the snow squalls rise and fall
suspending snowflakes
in an aerial dance

Yes, it is time to dance....

Music Selection
Yo Yo Ma & Rosa Passos
"O Amor Em Paz"
(Jobim)

Niagara Falls
1/30/17
jbm

my birthday poem
composed at Niagara Falls, NY

Carl Halling Jul 2015

For a Long Lost Espanya

O how
Ruefully I pine
For a long lost Espanya,
What I wouldn't give,
To be young again...
And happy as I was back then...

Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert
Sing songs of Tom Jobim
That mournful afternoon...
Happy as you were back then...

O for
That wide-eyed
Impression of yours,
Paquita La de Murcia
Of your beloved Marilyn...
Happy as you were back then...

O how
Ruefully I pine
For a long lost
Espanya,
What I wouldn't give,
To be young again...
And happy as I was back then...

For a Long Lost Espanya, recently versified, was based on diary notes dating from 28/3/14.

Carl Halling Aug 2017

Mi Pueblito Perdito

O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.

Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert softly keening
O Amor Em Paz,
And other songs by Jobim,
Happy as you were back then?

O for
That wide-eyed
Impression of yours,
Paquita (la de Murcia),
Of your beloved Mary Lyn,
Happy as you were back then.

O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.

Spain, Happy, Sinatra, Murcia, Young

#spain #happy #sinatra #murcia #young

John Niederbuhl Nov 2016

A Modern Wilderness

A dry martini,
Jobim, and you beside me
On the leather couch

The modern "loaf of bread, and jug of wine..."? thanks to Omar Khayyam

#haiku

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