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Unexpected events

My watch is broken, I can not wait for you to get here
The sun is heating,(I cannot believe) today, we're finally meeting.
I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna act or what I'm gonna say
But of one thing I'm sure, when you'll be in front of me, you'll take my breath away.

While I'm waiting, my mind is flying away
From the moment you'll get here, to the first move you'll make.
I just wish, this day to be perfect
I hope I'm ready for any unexpected events.

It's getting late and you're nowhere to be found
I'm getting all kinds of emotions, but is nothing I can do about..
The park is empty, looks like the rain is gonna arrive
I guess I should be going too, nothing makes me stay around.

Maybe you got stuck in traffic or you've just changed your mind,
Either way, I better go now, maybe we'll get to meet some other time..
And now my battery is dying, I have such a lucky day,
I don't think this day could get any better,
           >>no 'eff!n' way!!<<

Where should I go now? to the hotel or to a pub?
I'll get me something to drink before Imma call it a nite.
I don't find my card key, guess I'm losing my mind..
 Who the 'eff' are you 'my friend'?
 Why do you have to honk so loud?

    you: Hey!!!
    me: Gosh, you scared me!
    you: Where are you going? don't we have a date?
    me: Hey, you're the one that got here late.
    you: Yeah, I'm sorry. look, I've been running all the way...
    me: Cool. I'm glad you came.
           I'm starving. where you gonna take me?
    you: well, since our picnic is ruined, thanks to the coming rain.. 
           lemme take you to my favorite restaurant..
    me: sounds great. OK.

While in the car, you've turned on the radio
And the silliest song was playing in the air
Smiling, you looked at me and started dancing
Gosh, you're amazing. (that's what I said)

We've got to the restaurant
It's getting pretty hot
No sign of the rain now
Guess she just changed her mind.

When I stepped inside
My favorite song was playing .. so loud
And once you've heard it, you took my hand in yours and smiled
you: Hey, this is our song since now!!

Since then I got this feeling, this awesome feeling inside
I'm with the right person and the nite has just begun
You're full of surprises, beautiful and kind
For me you are so special, I'll roll my dice tonight.

Next thing I know, we were back in the car
The music was playing loud, you were driving too far
The last stop we've made, was at the hotel I'm staying
You grabbed me in your arms and .. and then's when it started ... raining.

The weather gets colder, your hand is on my shoulder,
I ask you if you want to come and wait inside.
The fireplace is on, your clothes are on the stove
I bring you comfy clothes, while you're in the shower.

The rain is falling from the sky, the night is deep, looks black and white
I pour you a glass of wine while getting closer.
The electricity goes off, all of a sudden
We're in the dark, the music stops - I lit (up) a candle.

Looks like the rain has stopped now (or for the moment)
I pour you another glass of wine..
I touch your hand, you're grabbing mine
And pull me closer.

The last thing I remember, you were playing through my hair
I felt your (warm) breath down on my neck and I've kissed your shoulder
Slowly, you laid me down, on the floor, whispering something in my ear
Your fingers were walking down my spine, I've closed my eyes.. that's when we've kissed.

We've spent the night together, sleeping in each other arms
I was your blanket, you were my pillow - the dawn was coming fast.
I woke up and.. watching you sleeping
You found me smiling when you've opened your eyes.

Things went so fast - time was flying by
Only four days, until we say goodbye.
All the sand from the beach, the pictures framed in our minds
The scrambled eggs in the mornings, (all those) kisses (stolen) through the night.

While I'm counting the seconds, my mind is flying away
From the moment we've met, to the last thing you'll say.
I just wish, this day to last forever
I hope our story will never have an end.

In the airport, while waiting for our planes to come
Our silly love song was playing one more time
And once again, you took my hand in yours and smiled
That's when you've asked me, if I want to be ... your wife.

Copyright © south aqua | Year Posted 2014

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Please Spare Me This Dance

Theres a fire burning upon midnights creek 
The symphonic melodies of natures beat 
Under a thousand stars the nights entranced
My love,my love please spare me this dance.

On this road where two hearts are unfold
Together as one as the night grows old.
One life to live but this love to die for
Please spare me this dance I do implore.

Shed not those mournful tears lonely down
On the white musk rose on dewy ground.
Feedest your soul within this gothic romance
My love,my love please spare me this dance.

When I look into your eyes the stars unfold
The heavens in bright on bedarkened world
Oh if I should die within this trance
My love,my love please spare me this dance.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

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Indian Heritage Festival 2015

As we walked towards the festival 
We hear the drumbeats and the chanting 
Soon we were close enough to view the dancers
Fantastic costumes - red, blue, green, yellow 
All the dancers were wearing feathers and pieces of metal
which jangled at they danced 
Surrounded by onlookers the dancing 
reached a fever pitch 
The winners were announced 
Later, buffalo burgers and a look around 
at Native American crafts 
Great way to spend a warm Saturday in June

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015

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Dance with laughter

Dance with laughter,
  Dance with love,
   ..Dance with the spirit of a child's laugh.

Dance with laughter for your life,
  Dance because you are alive,
     Dance because you have a home,
        Dance because you are loved.

Dance with laughter because GOD gave you a voice,
   Dance be cause you have the voice of an angel,
      Dance because life is a gift that you have been given.

Dance with laughter,  for those who can't dance,
  Dance  for those who are in turmoil,
    Dance for those who are crying for their loved ones,
Who are no longer here with us,  present on this earth,
Let's celebrate their new rebirth.

I dance for those who inspired me,
I dance with laughter for those who are my mentors,
Suzanne White, Christa Tess Kalk, who taught me to 
Be the person I am today, to not be afraid to speak and walk my walk of faith.

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

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Dance to your own tune

talk your own talk
and walk your own walk
create your own song
and sing along
for there is nothing wrong
play your own tune
and dance your own tune
for a man who cannot
think for himself
is easily threw to the wind
but  a house built on a rock
cannot easily be moved
the foolish mans pride
makes him a greedy person
so he causes treason
but the wise lives
for a reason
the bravery of a man 
makes his enemies retreat
so be on your feet
and play your own beat
for after all not every song 
is so sweet

Copyright © Matt Ancient | Year Posted 2014

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I have been running to the meadows..
I tried to chase the rear shadows...
Wanting to valiantly join the show..
Magnifying beauty in a dance flow..

Melancholic is the chosen first beat..
I sway my body following my feet..
I stand; crawl and sometimes sit..
Unaware of the beginning felt heat..

When finish, all seem to marvel..
Awed and entertained applause fell..
Suddenly, there's the ringing of a bell..
Symbolizing start of another music roaring well..

Dancing dancing...
hands holding..
hips swinging..
arms bending..


by: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2013

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God's Power

         I'm sitting here and gazing upon the
      rhymic dance of these trees and their leaves.
I'm amzaed of their timing to move and come to a
complete motionless state ofexistence.

          The conductor of orchestrate sounds of the evening,
the wind. He commands this precise ritual dance as though life
moves constant.

            Suddently, the conductor commands
        complete silence and the wind cease its order
    for the dance.  Still I am held in awe and a wonderous
           solace of this majestic affair reveals God's

Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2012

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THE SUN AND MOON DANCE        V Anderson-Throop  2013, June 

 A sky-borne swan
 on the wing
I  face true North
when it is Spring
Forget sore wings
or broken heart---
I heed a call---
tears me apart

No sweeter sky
that soars the mind---
 when sun and moon
 Dance side by side

North Summer nights---
the white nights call---
there is no time
to fret or stall---
no excuses, no one to blame
in heading North
There is no shame.

Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting 
Arrives too soon

In icy Spring
 Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom

Midsummer night
Snow-dark has fled
And time has flown
My True Love's bed.

 Over these mountains
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom--

 Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting 
arrives too soon.

 Hang on tight--
If you dare
Travel light,
for it is far.
Come,  Darlin' Love,
 share this delight
No thrill soars past
My white North Nights

imagine time
that never ends---
 bodies entwined---
eternal blend


 June 2013

V Anderson-Throop

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

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Dancing in the Kitchen

I Love the ground you walk on
So don't take this the wrong 
Go grab a beer and park it 
And listen to what I gotta say

I appreciate the diamonds 
And the expensive foreign cars
And how you bust your butt at 
And don't cruise the local bars. 

But I want to dance with you 
in the kitchen
And maybe sing along
Like mamma and daddy used 
to do
When they heard a favorite 

When Daddy would up and 
grab her
They would dance the waltz 
And you know my dear old 
Copped a feel of her behind. 

Mamma would slap his hand 
And tell him to act his age
But she just kept on dancing
On the floor he'd made their 

I know this all sounds silly 
Another thing that men don't 
But the look in her eyes when 
she danced with him
I never will forget. 

So come on home in your 
dancin' shoes
I've swept the kitchen floor
Don't bother to turn the lights 
And it would be wise to lock 
the door. 

Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014

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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Next Time We Dance

Let the fire of poetry 
burn in your heart 
Let the ions from the ocean 
Clear your spirit 
Next time we dance 
when we write poetry 
For poetry can grip the soul 
in an embrace 
lift us to the heights 
even prophets cannot reach

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015

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The Turning Ground

*    It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                               winter is past the sun                                                                                               does bring the warmth of dancer’s spring                                                                     love rises buds begun                                     *                                                                                                                              The scent of coming flowers sweeps                                                                             away death’s sway new life                                                                                            It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                             death lies untrue, no wife              *                                                                                                                                 It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 the flowers, birds do care                                                                                             as life does fly towards the sky                                                                                    the song of love we share                                                                                 *                                                                                                                                As newness flames the hearts of kin                                                                            She sleeps only no breath                                                                                               It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 but life steps forth, she weds

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

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Rainbow Tears

Rainbow Tears I Cry A River Of Colours
Shining Glitter To Make My Heart Murmur
Glistening Paint On The Wall
Rainbow Dreams For All
Crying Red, Blue And Green
Maybe A New Colour That Has Never Been Seen
My Rainbow Tears Should Be Seen By All.

Copyright © Aimee Valentine | Year Posted 2016

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Heart In Hand

this earth
all your
starry night
radiant moon
walk out along the street
a cosmic symphony
your hand
holding mine
we walk and talk
passing hidden woods
making prints
in ocean sand
trembling heart
hold on tight
feeling universe
heart to heart
hand in hand

Copyright © Anita sharma | Year Posted 2015

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THE LAND THAT BELONGS TO ROBIN HOOD The days of Robin Hood finds youthful good. A rightful mind he has, when he is defensive. He travels to land beyond for adventure. While he trek, he came upon a Clan of Bobcats. He took his sword and deployed to kill, if they did not conform. He spoke and said, “I seek to conquer!” They fought a great battle. Robin Hood and his men ended their travels and reformed a world. The Clan of Bobcats became normal and their women and children rejoiced. Today where this Robin fought is a landmark. ________________________________________| Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst Contest Name: Robin Hood Entry Date: 03/22/2014 Date Written: 03/22/2014 Motif: Travel

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Always thinking of you

Not being able to forget the  wonderful,
enduring love i have for you.
A graceful head turning hip- hop
Dancer always turning heads wherever you go,
it usually makes me want to melt like snow,
Now that your gone 900 Miles away,
 my heart is always and forever thinking of you,
Praying that I'll get to see you soon.

Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2013

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old harold and the moon's echo

4am sunday morning they broke into song
unable to contain their smiles
they cast aside the spent wine
and took their ribald song to the streets
with a fanfare of sound and light
like jesters of old
they painted smiles on the frowning old men
and placed rainbows over the bridges between
the carpets of the mighty and the halls of fable

by 5am they had made it all
the way in to the center of town
where a roadblock of uniforms thought to make sense
out of tealeaves and mint cookies
as the jesters just dance around their confusions
between their orders and
what the truth of the heart tells em is the song
and then we see the ugly show a pretty eye to the cause
as it marches in through the double dawn
one dawn for the sun
the other for the hearts of the lonely
and a secret one for me and her
in our lounge chairs by the top of the spike hill
kissing our sweet hearts to eachother

by 10am all but the most die-hard had fallen to dreaming sweetly
neath the juniper trees
while thouse few who clung to awakened hearts
sang softly and sweetly
of summer nights and fresh loves
unearthed from the ashes of the desperate pasts
all things made anew from all the things made old

by sunday evening
we had all danced all the dances
and kissed all the kisses till even the heat of passion couldn't fade
held eachothers hands
and smiled sweetly like memory's saying fare thee well till morrow
i would be crazy if it weren't for your hand in mine
here in the tropical sundown

sunday night so deep
and the only one left dancing is old harold
he's doing the charleston with the moon's echo on the waves of the sea
don't think he's ever been so happy
and as i drift off to sleep
with her in my arms
i know that i don't need to explain to anyone
that we are all jesters looking for a
song to dance to at 4am in the tropics

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

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I am Not an Asshole, Yeah or Maybe I am

But ifya wanna call me one is ok
~~~~~~~~ bows to feng shui ~~~~~~~~~ i sometimes dance to giddiness i sometimes dance to sorrow i sometimes can't find uncensored tunes to dance to gotta get up tomorrow to whom ever's drumming ~~~~ as some would have it grin ~~~~ as others would have it chagrin ~~~~~ Right isn't so important when ya need help we've all been taught needing help is sign of weakness.... ~~~~~~~~~~~ I beg to differ. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Throw it in there seriously c'mon how much have ya to lose?

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011

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Need we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn,

to dance to the songs of our fore fathers

In the sacred garden of old .

Need we from the setting rise ,and kiss in the moment the deepest desire of men

An existence beyond and void of time .

A small taste of eternity till the awakening of the phoenix, the golden dawn .

Need we wake up the sacred golden moment in dawn, stunned to silence

As he with practiced easy, gleaming with talent pull string for string ,David the bard with no equal

pulling his strings on the harp merging and pleasing to creation ,a secret set of chords he had

and with the chords his harp reflecting the goodness in his soul ,shunning the ghouls that haunted his king


Should we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn to dance to the songs of our forefathers in the sacred garden of eden .

should we wake up at the rise, and from the setting to the dawn dwell in a land eons & eons long enstranged,

to be glad, rejoice and dance to the beats and chants of the drums as the psalm of the ancients is renewed ,

to move with the beat of the universe in its harmonious daze .

to remember the dances of old, performed around a bonfire in a thousand forgotten barbaric gestures .

Our tongue's as of fire we chant the song of languages .

bleeding it out of our deepest

holding none but letting go.

Copyright © SEAN CLAUDINE | Year Posted 2011

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It Takes You To Tango

I takes you to tango 
Buenos Aires! bravo! bravo! 
In front of me is a sinful woman 
Catches the deepest soul of every man. 

Your mesmerizing looks give me admiration 
The scent of your neck enters another sensation 
When our body meets it gives me satisfaction 
Can 't help to stop this emotion .

Your fitted dress exposed your hotness 
Your sexy back no man can resist 
Cutted dress give us your sexy legs 
Urge to touch you with a fire of grace .

Every time you moves your sexy hips 
I wanna close to you and bite your lips 
When you extend that perfect legs 
Can 't stop me touching yours by my own legs.

The way you touch makes my body shiver 
I wanna hold you tight closer 
One chance to make this love deeper 
I wanna dance tango with you forever.

Copyright © Reuben Escarlan | Year Posted 2014

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this is a song as yet to be set to music---it's to be sung by a lady so anyone who knows how to sing and write music take this and run with it...i don't want anything except to know someone found it worthy and had the inclination to do something she was born to do:

Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot, 
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\

Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?

Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?

This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway

Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?

So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot, 
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk and crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, I’m ready to dance with you

You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
per chane the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor

Do you tango with your cheek near mine?
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste

So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
Hell, honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault

No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister, 
that just ain’t....... that just ain’t my faultttttttttttt!
    © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012

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Swing Low Shy Ballad

She wants to be a clairvoyant,
A mystical Tarot for truth.
She dances whimsically in the hallway,
Under the flickering fluorescent globe.
Drapes of linen flowing from her
Following her bare footed trance.
She dreams of a marble hall
Echoing heavenly hallelujah
While she danced the crystal ball
Showed the future’s latter day

Ushered in now down the hallway
Steps steepening as the staircase descends
The slithering stench billowing in her nostrils
Forced in through the cellar door
The iron floor, she’d dance no more
Slits for windows facing north-south
The cowardly moon nowhere to see
Her only light, a single flame
A flicker symbolic of her dreams

She could decipher decadence
Of those who’s iron clad held her down
No music nor dance where allowed
“Swing low shy ballad” she cried
“A lullaby below, just a wisp of truth” (if at all)
She wants to be a clairvoyant
But her fortune is well known already
Her pleasure purée’s to veracity 
As she drowns in the shallow waters

Her marble hall was up the slithering staircase
Winding to the cellar door
She only needs to knock... knock
To leave behind her shell of hope... hope
Dance around the crystal ball, free... free
But all she hears is Ad hominem... hominem 
The clairvoyant locked in her shell of hope
Swing low, shy ballad

Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2009

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Last dance with the last Amira

On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The smell of tomorrow burnt and tempting
I warmed my frozen fingers between her thighs
When life gave us more losses than victories
Our veins pumping arrogant blood
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather
I had the hope her & I would end up together
I prayed we would grow grey together
Like cannibals reciting shrewed poetry
we danced to the rhythm of our conniving hearts

Our shivering skins shedding off of our ripe skeletons
I listened to her soft bones move like wet clay
I loved her more than sharks love innocent blood
Had her caged in the un-democracy of my frigid hands
Her shivering skin whispering dirty talk to mine
Her breath on my breath, taking the carbon from your lungs
Her fingers like syringes sucking oxygen off of my hemoglobin
We danced our sorrows to Ron Pope and Emelli Sande
Sundays we cuddled all day stuck on alphas
Taking steps back and looked at the bigger picture
Bound by no allegiances before the cliques and fake friends
We danced the pain to the curve

There were no distances we couldnt measure
No numbers louder than we could raise our voices
But we danced in geometrical fractions
Our feet uncaged from our ankle sockets
Ignoring the checkerboards in the morality of our peers
Like vampires running through mystical forests
We danced to the echoes of our miserable days
The anthems hummed by our oppressive government
That conspired to make us choose, need or want
My cataracts starred at her soul
Her soul spoke six languages to my heart and
We danced, with our faces like dominoes
Entagled like flamingoes at birth
Each moment became an equation of cosines
Before we lost it all, we danced!!

Copyright © Prince Katlholo | Year Posted 2013

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Verse I

Don't ask for presents
and check your stockings
hanging by the fire place where the log crackles;
you are in for a big surprise this quite evening:
kids, dance with Santa on snowy Christmas's Eve...
put on the best smile and hear the reindeer's bells!


Kids, dance with Santa and swing your legs and arms 'till you fall;
jump up, go around once, stop, jump up, go around twice,
until his tired feet ache and you laugh at his funny groans! 
Get the hang of it, dance with him he's so nice...
hold on, stay on the dance floor...see Santa's belly bounce! 
Kids, dance with Santa and sing a lovely carol!

Verse II

Don't complain like grouches, and tell him he's another chubby Grinch;
he is a different kind of Santa...he doesn't bring any expensive gifts!
Oh, no Santa is not stingy, just the oldest messenger of good cheers; 
you may be disappointed a lot, but please don't tarnish his image!
He came here to teach you the new Christmas dance with rhythm;
watch his steps and learn to dance within the allowed range! 

I don't like those long faces, kids dance with Santa on this Christmas Eve;
you'll forget about your presents wouldn't want to leave!

Entered in Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Songs In Poetry Form. Style: Moderate Rock Ballad.
I will set my song to music and publish it next year. I doesn't have a melody to be sung
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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"Net Dance"

Inside that net does one tiny fish swim~
Wonderin' what then may become of him~
For into that net he swam without thought~
Yet now he swims 'round a'thinkin' he ought~

All will be well so says his mind~
All will be well is all he can find~
All his thoughts are of naught but fun~
All of his days a'swim in bright sun~

Surely there must be a way from this net~
Surely from this net I have to so get~
Surely I am no great catch o'the sea~
Surely such fisherman shall let me go free~

'Round 'round 'round does he swim~
'Round 'round as daylight grows dim~
Into dark night this tiny fish swims~
Caught in that net of one fisherman's whims~

As time slipped past so then did it happen~
That fisherman's net was so found a'flappin'~
Off off away one tiny fish sped~
Never lookin' back... no feelin' o'dread~

Inside that net now does another fish swim~
Wonderin' what then may become of him~


Copyright © Caribbean SeaWolf | Year Posted 2010

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Mickal's Blissfuness

I came to the place of solace and beheld the joy of Mickal.  I dance the dance of 
jubilation as I awaited my turn to purchase my drink of bliss.  How could I not 
notice the radiance of yet, another magnificent creation of God?

Her beautiful olive-green eyes was filled with so much sensitivity and might.  
Then she encountered her friend and that's when I realize that this dove was a 
comforter for those whose heart's are heavy laden with sadness.

I proceeded to observe this tender soul as she dance the rhymic dance of delight 
and contentment.  Greeting's, thus did I softly uttered.  She smile and it was as if 
God  Himself had smile from the Heavens above.  It was at that moment that I 
realize that I was in the presence of  one of God's Angelic Being, that was 
disguised in that human vessel.

In the silence of my being I gave reverence to God for the marvellous fashion of 
Mickal.  Truly, today I was bless and found great appreciation in yet, another 
wonder of God Almighty.  Thus, was Mickal's Blissfulness.

Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2008

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Song Angel's wink on America for the party

Wild angel's, in the heart of America, Wild angel, you
make the world sing, Black beauty you ride HI, party
party hardy, party hardy, Wild horse, in the sky, on
the 4th of july, Wild America you make the World
sing of the creator on his brithday, party, party on
down, party, party wild angels party, party hardy,
Wild things, wild black beauty, on 4th of july, on the
4th of july,, Whild things you make the world sing
party, on the party, party hardy get down way down
get funkey, get funkey get down way down lets dance
let dance it isn't the last dance let's get on down.
Wild America, lets dance Black horse Red horse
white horse with wings blue birds in the sky HI
lets party hardy make the world sing happy brithday
you make America sing get on down. please I
don't want any money do what you can

Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007

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When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
step back...don't grab His inviting hand;
He's very good at the art of deception:
His ways are very charming and tempting that only a perceptive person can tell, 
and He's well-dressed and well-spoken and He comes in the shape of male or female,
to buy more souls for His vindication!

I see Satan in the face of different people,
kinder than anyone...conjuring up conflicts among the faithful;
even those who imitate the Divinity of Jesus will deceive a good soul
with their false kindness and outward holiness!
Many will betray Christ for an instant glance at all that is gold;
and they can be your most trustworthy friends!

When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
turn away from His alluring smile and seek refuge in the open arms of Jesus!
This fallen angel has drawn a plan for each one joining His network of sinners:
to strip all of their faith, values and dignity,
forcing them to obey His laws of immorality!
Are you one of them following his indecent ways? 

Fancy-free childhood, glorious youth and awaited Golden Years
will be pitifully wasted in the quest for that self-pride;
and all Satan has to do is offer you a free ride!
Fools, become as shrewd and intuitive as foxes,
to fend off all the attacks of the wicked ones;
and can you ,amid them, remain as silent and gentle as lambs?

When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
challenge Him with your fists of resistance!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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Hoochie Koochie Bop

It all starts when you walk in the door 
Men hoot and holler as you enter the floor 
Your body shakin' in all the right places 
As you look around you see the looks on the men's faces 
The music and the electricity have you pumped, you just can't stop 
You show the crowd how to Hoochie Koochie Bop 
Another hottie comes out to show you up 
You both compete to see who has the better stuff 
The gyrations, all the steamy moves 
Another hot mama enters the floor, she is well into the groove 
The crowd goes wild as a man grabs your waist 
You tell him I'm the candy you will never taste 
He asks what does it take to get what you've got 
You tell him to get off the floor, you can't Hoochie Koochie Bop 
A female approaches you and grabs your hand 
Something about this seems right, she understands 
She smiles at you, you smile right back 
You know she is only after one thing, that's a fact 
She wants to take you to her penthouse loft 
Maybe it's time for a one on one Hoochie Koochie Bop 
The dance floor feels so good, so right 
You tell her to go, you want to dance all night 
A couple more shots of tequila will do the trick 
You want to slow down, things are moving too quick 
You are flawless on the floor, no one will mock 
You are the master of the Hoochie koochie Bop 

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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the dance

life is just another chance, to meet again, the lovers dance, to find again, such sweet romance, a love that's worth the dying, no babe don't sit a crying, we will meet again! perchance...i'm relying... spirit flying...the dance. Don Johnson thanks Anne Lise

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2012