Poems For Melba And Ariseli - written by Gianni Truvianni

Ladies Of The Incas (Melba And Ariseli)

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

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

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