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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 24, 2023 9:11:43 GMT -6
Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind He finds redemption In a Marley vinyl That fine tunes his soul For an irrepressible dance On the streets of Old Cartagena Where he is a song of nature Strummed on the guitar of his body When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral Winged feet dance with the sun In his Caribbean sandals As he flamenco struts With a sunbeam Poured like amber rum From the crystal blue goblet Of heaven’s distillery
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Post by Catlady2710 on Dec 27, 2023 14:39:04 GMT -6
All great poems reflecing your recent Carribean cruise
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 27, 2023 14:45:14 GMT -6
Thanks so much, Cat. Glad you enjoyed my poetic travels in the cultural gumbo of the Caribbean.
John
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Jan 2, 2024 1:48:10 GMT -6
And it is so very awesome that these musicians are still around today sharing their talents, enjoying doing so just for the sake of doing so for all around to enjoy. Their existence and soul is a blessing to us all in these times.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 2, 2024 10:20:37 GMT -6
Right on brother, Michael! Indeed this guy was dancing wildly as we walked through the street of Old Cartagena. His energy was like a tornado. It was an amazing sight and feeling to watch him dance like a Tasmanian Devil through the crowd. Loved his power as he whirled like a Dervish.
John
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