Alluring Jackpots

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Alluring Jackpots

You ain’t bet, you ain’t succeed

Alluring Jackpots indeed;

It makes sense to use prudence

Frugality’s a science

Of how to spend funds wisely

And how to keep your money

Well hidden in your pocket

While saving’s a good habit.

To play huge odds-numbers game

It’s simply called a gamble

Of vicious wagers insane

And zealous wishing to gain

Save for a player of hunch

He who doesn’t call it “mere chance”

When he wins the lottery

By math probability.

Sets of numerology

From any pick method, truly

Can be filled with some control

Without costing us a ball.

Then play the games with money

Made of loonies and toonies

Don’t throw them in a sand dune

And you could win a fortune.

Flirt

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To Love Forever

…In that boat without identity

On an ocean of cruel storms,

My darling could not sink…

She would hold me tight,

But that wave should never‘ve haulled her

And go under into the deep-sea!

…Her juvenile picture I still keep,

Pierced the air I breathe

As if it was for eternity…

How I admired her hair swaying,

A good-looking, sparkling skin

And her laughter to love!

…What a beautiful face, smiling

And full of music, conscious

That to adore her my way,

It was a virtue, not a secret;

I learned to love her dearly

Yesterday, today and forever!

Mind Temptation

I presented myself with a small project

You hesitated, turned red and smiled;

My science of the plain flirt

A twisted love at first sight

But a yes seemed an eternity,

For such a relief.

Your silliness fondness for chocolate

A drink poisoned with a love potion;

My search for a wooing love and

A total seduction by the fragrances

Of your lovesick serenade,

For my pleasure.

You converted my play work

Into other types of energy,

So this conveyed power manifest

In all forms of sympathy, and

I love the idea of spreading this heat,

Was left to the heart.

Then I felt neither cold, nor hot

Neither weight, nor volume

Or air blowing in and out, and

My blood instead of circulating

Was but at absolute tranquility,

Due to the flirtation;

I heard neither noise, nor felt vibration

Or movement of light and shade,

Except my eyes slowly opening

As I waked up bathed in perspiration

From a midday nap and

A forever sweet dream.

A Sublime Approach

How I long this Miss

with blond curly hair,

a beautiful face

and a passionate

memorable kiss!

A kiss in her pink

my most valuable

expression of love,

was an antidote

towards all the wicked.

I wish I could kiss

ever without end

this beauty I met,

a sublime approach

and a short-lived kiss.

Fly, fly…oh white dove

heave in sight and fly!

Take this divine rose,

tell her that I dream

each day for her love:

Nymph by mortals hated

concubine of God

Zeus, your favorite,

expose from your shell

and be my sole mate.

Don’t just kiss, love too

be more sociable

and show up radiant

And like a duck dabbling

I will prepose you!

Moonlight Muse

By the tangy scent

of a busy ocean

to my contentment

I saw my match

unique in its magic

vivid twin soul

…so magnificent!

You’d look for me

on cool moonlight

and obvious nights

…oh dreamed Clio

woman, tender queen

of my thoughts

don’t ever leave me!

Your smugness

end of this coldness

like a golden vessel

made to my inclusion

corner of the heart

my reassured comfort

free me from isolation!

Lodge me from the gale

from the thunderstorms

and from the calumnies;

Shelter me in your temple

as part of your trove

of this soul you have!

My loyal company

woman nude and crude

used flesh so thirsty

warmth that heats me

an everlasting presence

of a short-lived experience!

Prison of Love

…Nude,

held in an Indonesian cell

without fixtures, homogeneous,

save for a mirror and a sculpt,

a rare beauty princess

sculptured Bali Sand!

…Before captivated,

now obsessed by her fad

as she began dressing up seductively.

What a wonderful belly dance,

yet static…I saw her magic;

wheaten tights

a whisper white brassière

and oceanic nuptial lingerie!

…Already trapped

as in a royal wedding web,

when this nymph threw me

on a rug of Bali Hai

and snuggling together,

she kissed me passionately!

…I was flying;

swirling and falling into the Indic,

a deep-sea fissure…woe to me,

animal instinct of the early man

of whom I am,

bewildered for these mountains,

valleys and well delineate seashores…

but webbed for ever!

…Suddenly,

this mistress vanished

leaving me in a delicate

white veil of sheet.

But then…I woke up

from my royal wedding dream!

…Oh sea mermaid of bad faith

that enchanted Ulysses,

don’t come to torment me,

save for let me sleep in peace

inside this unique prison of love!

Copyright ©2010 Luis Batista

A sua voz ecoa por todo Portugal

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 Simplesmente Dulce Pontes 

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 I just love Vanessa da Mata music

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On Mother’s day

On Mother’s Day

Mother’s day is on May

Month of Virgin Mary

The door to paradise

God’s Garden of Eden

Eternal flowers design

My Mother ‘s in heaven!

…That immortalized face

Mirror of affliction

With eleven children

All too young and single

Save the consolation

Of keeping them alive.

Foreseen in a nightmare

Our Father early death

Huge blow to our Mother

Yet irreparable

But her great love and faith

Exceeded all the troubles.

Her permanent care for

The entire family

Surpassed all barriers

Jointly with a courage

Thus far great sacrifice

Honor and privilege.

Dear eternal Mother

Today I recalled you

Bereaved and lonelier

Shedding painful tears for

The tragic accident

Of our longing Father!

Have a Saint Mother’s Day!

Copyright ©2008 Luis Batista

Flying over Sea

 

Flying over Sea by Sata

__With insomnia and in silence

Contemplating outside ambiance

Over fleecy clouds, how I adore

The white sun that doesn’t burn as before;

My soul doesn’t stain…ho light…ho freedom

Let me just dream and benefit from!

No railings to grab, ropes to hang on

No towers and tree branches for cushion

A widow’s curse above earth’s great well

Where few devoted souls like to dwell;

Here there is no hold of any kind

Just my trust in men, my faith in God!

Wrapped in secretes and great mysteries

Imaginings and once lived stories;

Enjoyed classic music, coke and rum;

A self unearthly, that’s what I am.

…Ho blue…ho heavens…ho paradise

…Ho dear Sata…let me realize!

Copyright ©2008 Luis Batista

To Love Again

I’d stay to Love again

Why these tears persist to run down my face

now that my darling isn’t here anymore?

I feel crying for being passionate once

but in delight will love forever more!

For an instant I felt privileged and

truthfully under my pulsating skin

my once broken heart

became wholehearted

alive

willfully brave to love again.

With my eyes fixed on hers near the fireplace

oh…how much I wanted be next to her now

just to gain back her love and

acceptance!

And when there aren’t anymore logs to ablaze;

tea or other perfumed fine liquors to console;

unlike the fire that once is gone

only leaves ashes and ruins,

I’d stay…

to love again…and again…and again!

Just Wonderful

(On my Wife’s 50th Birthday, April 30, 2009) 

My Love, today you are fifty…

I want to be with you every morning

and be glad night and day

as we start on a new spring.

Of God, like two joyful Angels:

I’m your Throne;

you are my Seraphim

and you are my reason to live.

Thanks for trying to understand…

for being part of me in mind

and body;

for being the motive

each day life is more beautiful

cause I love you so much!

Happy Birthday!

(With Love, Luis)

Admission of Guilt

Today the mirror didn’t lie and said:

Y’re troubled, forget the excuses;

you are unable to repair the wounds…

You can never find the words to say

how sorry and ashamed truly you are!

My darling, for the times I misjudged,

didn’t kiss and didn’t hug you

or even looked at your face,

avoiding a dishonored face of mine,

I offer you softly dazzling roses.

These flowers will slowly fade

until then, to extend their life

I’ll water them, yet knowing that their thirst

is smaller than this love I hold for you,

as if that was my sole doctrine.

Thanks for trying to understand;

for ownning a huge patience and

for being my loyal company.

Honestly, our mutual respect

is synonymous of a true-life love.

(With Love, Luis)

Look Deep into my Eyes

(To my Family)

Strong impulse, motivated power

Surviving incidents however

Wishing to cry this silent master:

Oh my kindness, help me get over!

I‘m not the one who gathers anger

Like a sea storm bursting of fury

But he who can be meek and thankful

In return for peace and harmony.

Although sometimes feeling frustrated

Aware I’ll carry on in the hope

Of being loved and appreciated.

Happily wedded, enjoy my job,

My parents died, will always admire;

My family is whom I most love.

Cindy

(On my Daughter’s Wedding Day, Oct. 18/08)

Cindy is like…

an unread book of wonder,

yet without Cindy for a few days

there’s nostalgia, a time without end

of a true friend,

more than a treasure

she’s our much-loved daughter.

And today as by enchantment

prettily dressed,

smiling

she radiates beauty

effortlessly

for the guests’ ecstasy.

A day so desired has arrived

that will be much remembered,

Darrel, Cindy in mutual spirits

by God blessed

in love married.

God bless Darrel and Cindy

united eternally.

(Love, Daddy)

To my Longing Father  

I miss those days when I’d ask you innocently:

Can I have one of those candies?

You’d question me rubbing your fingers:

Do ya have ink?  Or, where I put this, dad?

And you’d joke:  On ‘top of my head.

You’d cut my hair, tailor my clothes

And make sweet marmalade sandwiches

For my older Brothers and Sisters;

You’d nourish our family with milk and bread

And gave us plenty of fruits…longing dad!

I long you so, when on your daily noon rest

You’d convince me to join in your nest

Stretched out so I could become taller.

And to cut your toe nails I’d lend a hand

Till that evil maple tree by the road set the end!

Already in your sickbed with a broken neck

Unable to move, soft words never to neglect

Overwhelmed with only drops of water;

Yet your last words were of love and care:

Agua…agua…agua; Luis…is he there!?

To my Longing Mother

After my loved Mother

(Now that she passed away

God have her in heaven)

Gave birth to the eleventh,

She saw me born healthy

And said I was perfect,

Referring to my strength

Not the mind and spirit.

She would prepare dinner

For her loved family

And would not hit us ever

Save to cry in silence,

Only from bad manners

Of my older brothers

As her relied resource,

She’d call for our dad’s help.

On many occasions

Under a blazing sun

She would raise herself up

To straighten her low back,

Tired from separating

The loose straw from the beans,

Or similar odd jobs

From dawn to evening.

Often I heard her praying:

“Lady of Fatima,

Holy Virgin Mary

Lessen up my kidneys

That wears me night and day;

Help us Guarding Angel

And don’t let these demons

Tempt to massacre us”.

But when her beloved son

Became the fiancé

Of a gorgeous woman

Humble and well-regarded,

From a known family

Hard-working and respected,

That was her greatest joy

And so Luis got married.

Copyright ©2008 Luis Batista

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