Γιώτα-χι βαπόρι

Γιώτα-χι βαπόρι

Στου λιμανιού τα μαγαζιά και τα μηχανουργεία
αλαφροπάτητη κυρά περνά σαν οπτασία
τεχνίτες τήνε χαιρετούν, εργάτες την θαυμάζουν
και οι καραβομαραγκοί κρυφοαναστενάζουν.

Γιατί θεά του Όλυμπου η δέσποινα εχρίσθη,
στου λιμανιού τα γαλανά νερά ενεφανίσθη
ωσάν νεράιδα του γυαλού με έξτρα λαρτζ καμπύλες
γι' αυτήν στα μπαρ οι ναυτικοί μεθάνε με τεκίλες.

Μ' αυτήν την θεία ευμορφιά, οι νιοί, μεταλλαγμένοι,
ουράνια βάλς χορεύουνε, ιδεατά, στη Βιέννη
και στα σοκάκια τραγουδούν παλιά του Μαργαρίτη,
τον έρωτά τους στέλνοντας στην νέα Αφροδίτη.

Καμπυλωτή κι αιθέρια εξηφανίσθη η κόρη,
μα όλοι λεν πως έφυγε με γιώτα-χι βαπόρι.

© 2017-03-22, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(σονέτο σε Ιαμβικό 15σύλλαβο)

The tango teacher

The tango teacher

The Tango teacher danced before
 his monolithic size,
a red dressed figure, tripping, thrilled
 his attitude and thought,
for none knew better than this femme
 to make the apple pies
his appetite so coveted
 and blurry thinking sought.

She moved around his bulkiness
 with brio and pizzazz
convincing him to dance with her
 a tango por amor,
a man of gallantry who learned
 its steps in Alcatraz
began to twirl with elegance
 upon the marble floor.

The apple pies were resting on
 the kitchen wooden board,
so, every time he started to
 express his loving quotes
she stuffed his mouth with tasteful chunks,
 he certainly adored,
and both gyrated in the air
 with donkeys, pigs and goats.

So, dancing carelessly, the man
 betrampled on her toes
while she was holding in her teeth
 a crimson Spanish rose.

2015/10/01
© G. Venetopoulos All rights reserved
(sonnet, Iambic heptameter)

The tango teacher

The tango teacher

The Latin teacher danced before
 his monolithic size,
a red dressed figure, tripping, thrilled
 his attitude and thought,
for none knew better than this femme
 to make the apple pies
his appetite desired so much
 and blurry thinking sought.

She moved around his bulkiness
 with brio and pizzazz,
convincing him to dance with her
 a tango por amor·
a man of gallantry who learned
 its steps in Alcatraz
began to twirl with elegance
 upon the marble floor.

The apple pies were resting on
 the kitchen wooden board,
so, every time he started to
 express his loving quotes
she stuffed his mouth with tasteful chunks,
 he certainly adored,
and both gyrated in the air
 with donkeys, pigs and goats.

So, dancing carelessly, the man
 betrampled on her toes
while she was holding in her teeth
 a crimson Spanish rose.

2015/10/01
© G. Venetopoulos All rights reserved
(sonnet, Iambic heptameter sonnet)