Zorba the Greek
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Zorba was a friend of mine
momentum of lunacy shine
insane shrieking lunacy
to venture to an exotic island.
Let's be free; snip the strap.
sardonic heart phratry man
Shamans are ritzy ladies!
at the maximum load level
a stampede of race cars
Eternity or the abyss.
for a full nine months!
divine quintessence of
altruism and exuberance
is secretly smitten with you
Swaying on the ledge of a cliff
while you cower in a corner
waste of your unlived life.
Wouldst ascribe blunders?
worst spoonerism wanders
illiterate and "untainted."
each sprain vociferously
canorous harshness
brash yet forlorn youth
with a wide lyrical medley
Lady psyche-soul lyricist
One older spaniel forayed
a soft spot for the queen
Yet, the delight is quivering
beyond her ethereal sway
Eros's rubs sought with zeal
eyes set on the immersion
fully unwind and be enfeoffed
Toledo-clad woman
Mariza's sword sang
compelling me to scale walls
Chinese Wall of the Moon
A lady is unfazed by booze
Zorba performs Sirtaki music
Her nerves were ruined
flung around as a thong.
A pinnacle of zeal and fervor
eerie soul-sea vibe
fog and flavorful air?
The soul is scent, sky, and sea
Fear of freight was forgiven
Love yields in a flash
what wants months.
Zorba's realm is vast
forthrightly, and strangely
rooted in society's mother
Fathomed lilac, pearl sand
twisting with sunspots
topaz, azure, bay shape
atop a hill's rough slope
Thyme, basil, mint, tarragon
Fetishism threw me
sweat-soaked waltz
as no one watched
Irresistible stoic chords
slow saunter, joy, and grace
lusty epithelial drumbeat
goaded my mannerisms.
Quivering in the muggy heat
writhed, wiggled, and twisted
lusty, sloe-eyed Irene Papas
screamed to Greek deities
all along the white oak brook
our shared secret refuge.
Retsina Wood Ambrosia
oak-aged Dionysus reds
Garlicky lamb rice aioli
Sinuous qigong mastery
revealing my wild side Tsamiko
on turning the sixth decade
steel tongue drum Threnody.
Sourberries and breeding cows
split lumber, winter timber
June blackberry bramble
vine-soaked room gardens
gained a greater godsend
tides of a joint passion
lonesome and untraveled
I found my emerald gem.
I recall Zorba's roar
lost in these words
Inkwell and boss!
Waltzing...
Written: January 2nd, 2023
Metrical Tale Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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