A- Ladies Of The Incas

A poem about two lovely ladies from Peru, who represent all that be admirable in their country of old history and culture.

Melba and Ariseli though ye be

loving sisters thou be sundry

as emerging branches

in converse directions

from the tree that sprung ye

Melba and Ariseli

having in common but thine

goodness and spirit of kindliness

so unaware of envy or jealousy

for innate from thine pedigree

is only what be human integrity

Melba and Ariseli like land that bore ye

of majestic Inca who be no more

as cultures passed to be present Peru

such is of ye spirit in thee my beauty

Melba and Ariseli

noble be thine race

shown on what be face

for adoration by all who be bold

As thine ancestors of days of old

Melba and Ariseli

as jungle be ye wild

from colorful robust nature

in thine Amazon fruit

of sweetness and fertility

that lends but grandness

to thee oh, female of

deity and sexuality

Melba and Ariseli

strong by ye in thine

will that come down upon me

as tempest from those Andes

that stand so high in that

land to empires long gone

for I to thee gaze

naw save what be admiration

of my worship

Melba and Ariseli

thee be abundant in all that

be goodness as thine fatherland

rich from Amazon to

ocean dubbed Pacific

for in ye both there be diversity

as in thine nation of mountain high,

lands of green and shores of arid gold

Melba and Ariseli

thee will mark thineself

upon my love always

as lines upon desert

from art of the Nazca

never to erase

neither by whim of wind nor time

for thou arst my lovely ladies

of Peru

B- Melba, Cinnamon Flower

A Poem dedicated to a very young woman from Peru based in part on the song “La Flor De La Canela” by Chabuca Granda.

Oh, let me tell all ye gents

bout Melba, she who was

my cinnamon flower

and do permit thine ears

to take charm from

my tale of female

earthly beauty

to surpass a deity

Oh, let me for it might have

been but dream

of the lady on the bridge

over the old river

visions that require

not slumber but my ever

present longing for

the one Melba

My Melba, oh ye

of Jasmine pelt

how my heart

felt a dagger

when I saw the rose

that pose upon thine

face in ye swagger

of woman so sure

to regal grace

as cinnamon flower

My Melba strut by

audacious to all

in delivering haughty

delicacy for all to take

scent of cinnamon flower

from her bosom

My Melba, it was

from bridge of perfume

that legs so sensual

transported her

through lanes dazed

by rhythm of thighs

for even breeze whispered

its admiration which she

bowed not at

C- My Ariseli Passes By High Above As Condor

A poem written to a lovely dark lady from Peru, inspired by both my memories of her and the melody “El Condor Pasa”.

Ariseli, like condor passing by

thine majestic figure of sexual

female does so above many

who be all in ye

flight of delight

over Andes so high

Ariseli Indian woman

of utmost passion in ye be

all of seduction

from thine skin a mocha

to taste ye lady of honey

Ariseli black be mane on ye

crowning thee

oh, Amazon queen

as night of mystery bewitching

on thine admirer in me

whilst kiss from thee on he

who be but pawn to yee pleasure

Ariseli Indian lady

waves of ocean soar

over our bodies

while acts of carnality rage

like storm within and around

for we be but adrift

on tidal wave of purest desire

D- Melba, Night Lost Ye To Me

A poem based on the night that almost lost Melba to me as it became clear to me as the moon that the stars of the evening were not intended for me.

Oh, Melba weakness of mine

and painful night ruler

to my dreams

plans forged end in ruin

as remains from empires

gone long ago

Melba, in passion

thine hand created he

to serve thy need

for worshiper who

with but desire became

such to his lady of Lima

Melba, ye delicate woman

of beauty spiritual

be thine wisdom reaching out

one in me with hand

oh, deity of feminine

harmonious as angel ye be in day

Melba, yet darkness fell on our stage

as did others take part in ours

on night ye oh, transformed

to she not of my acquaintance

in cold being of the unkind

to suffering in thine love

abandoned to dissolution

Melba, reasons unaware

feelings of mine

thou did not spare

but in haste ye parted

in society of one more

Melba, night of despair

was cast upon ye true

in depth of sorrow

for all was put to end

at hour of ye apathy

till morrow

E- Ariseli, Mystery Lady Of Sierra

A poem based on the Andes mountains of Peru which like Ariseli are grandeur in beauty.

Ariseli oh, ye of skin a dark

serving as cover

to all that comprise

body so feminine

Oh, Ariseli richness of ye cambers

take contour of lithe breast

of delight whilst rest

descend to legs true

of Aphrodite sexuality

rivaling ye not

Ariseli, for thou art real flower

of human daintiness

as thine scarlet so rose

in passionate clench

for he who be

but to drench

in thine ecstasy

Ariseli, to be thine admirer

true to ye only in thine smile

be nobility for me all while

we might engage

in act of flight so high

Ariseli, as condor from Andes grand

ye wings expand

as clutch of thine claws rush us to soar

in tenacious duel for ye roar

as I end audacious

for ye oh, me lady Inca