This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously
We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet
in each other’s arms again
We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high
An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay
Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control
written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest
I had received lots of love in years past
I have felt all joys and pitfalls of it
No pain seems to enter my simple life
Love entertains me, that wonderful hit
I know my life floats above tender hearts
That which brings love, but sometimes avoids me
I move quickly this way and that in air
I have “dance of the butterflies” simply
My life moves in all respects here and there
Highs and lows of dance are of gratitude
Love escapes my lips to my gracious love
My eyes have passion that brings attitude
Contest: Dance of the Butterflies
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
I know it's a Quatrain...a Rhyming Poem (I hope it's acceptable)
Looking at the peaceful setting,
I look up and quickly realize.
That an image is taking shape,
Forming in a rather large size.
It is the shape of a grass dancer,
Grass dancing on the clouds.
Dancing to the beat of the thunder,
I hear his dance steps aloud.
As the lightening strikes,
The thunder rumbles, and sounds.
His feet tap four times then he strides,
Spinning and pacing around.
Full of strength, his dance is endless,
Yet disappears in the blink of an eye.
I was treated to a dance of cloud stepping,
By the Indian in the sky.
I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll refuse to die
Plant my body in the ground
My spirit’s going to fly
Please come fly away with me
Once this journey is complete
Universe can be our home
Our own magical retreat
Two celestial bodies
Darling lets take to the sky
Forget the why, when or how
This dream is for you and I
Gliding upon golden wings
We can dance from star to star
I would travel anyplace
So I could be where you are
Angel’s dance like fireflies
Through trails of glittering dust
In heaven magical things
Exist for people like us
It seems we have come so far
Seems the limit is the sky
When I think of who you are
Tears of joy I need to cry
Everything is what you are
You are everything to me
Long as eternity last
My soul shall be one with thee
So let’s live on forever
We will each refuse to die
Plant our bodies in the ground
As our spirits take to the sky
I've been waiting for this magical night
This year at last I'm old enough to go
The lights of the palace are oh, so bright
A sight that sets my anxious heart aglow
The gowns, lovely hues, skirts gently sway
Whirling, twirling with the bowing, bending
The steps that delight and demand attention
Seems a kaleidoscope of color never ending
Just a small sip of wine between dances
A warm embrace and a quick stolen kiss
Silken words from my handsome admirer
My unforgettable night of youthful bliss
Last night I dreamt
That the world was all at rest
From vice exempt
Filled with songs of mortals blessed
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose
Last night I dreamt
That I danced the night away
In some attempt
To hold back the morning's gray
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose
Last night I dreamt
Of an arbour filled with light
And then I wept
When it vanished from my sight
And I've naught but a memory dear
Of the dresses of silk and brocade
Of the moon and the stars shining clear
And the fond wish that I could have stayed
For the contest "Last Night I Dreamt..."
Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor
In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather
Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch
My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh
If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength
And let my soul win reprieve
For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed
Lights fan the room and the music sways
Black tailed coats and sleek patent shoes
Ladies in pompadours and crepe sashays
Dancing in the dusk by sweet, Toulouse
Boudoir whispers and pastel wallflowers
Opera gloves and gentile little curtseys
Wares of finery lacquered floors at hours
As the dance is a-flow a lilt a berceuses,
Rembrandt memories that cast in chaste
And a reigning queen that waltzes class
As he gathers her in, by a tiny bit waist
He lingers awhile by molten blue glass
Blue Danube arrivals the instep musique
Dancing in itself, is a trifling joyous folly
One that gentle touches minuet mystique
Drawstring of dance surrenders in wholly.
November 26, 2014
Chinese Ribbon Dance
Ribbons fly in wide circles
Flung by hands of maidens fair,
As they dance with turns and twists,
Satin ribbons fill the air.
Loops of wonder, colors soft
Like a rainbow, mesmerize…
Music, synchronized, combine
Gifts of art through ears and eyes.
Ribbon circles rise and fall
Twisting, turning high and low...
Follow movements of skilled hands,
Twirl in endless color flow.
Round and round and round they go,
Ribbons foster mystic trance
Through the art of maidens fair…
Dancers of the Ribbon Dance.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Chinese New Year & Celebrations
Theme: Ribbon Dance
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Rocking and swaying in the breeze
Tree branches are dancing with glee
Such playful action of the trees
So joyous, unfettered and free
Leaves are all rustling and sighing
With a sound like waves of the sea
Like a crescendo that rising
And then subsiding gradually
Leaves that fell to the grass below
Perform their dancing in the air
The breeze tosses them to and fro
Making the show a grand affair
The sun is shining in the sky
Bathing everything in its light
I'm feeling such a glorious high
Gazing at this beautiful sight
I dream beyond these battlements
Of islands in the west
Beyond the strings and sacraments
That occupy the rest
My gentle sister, soft and pure
Admires her silken sleeves
A subtle breeze begins to stir
The eucalyptus leaves
And like the leaves that tremble so
My mind will dance toward
A distant archipelago
Or ships that I may board
And though the only ship I meet
Is drawn upon a page,
In books or verses I repeat
These thoughts I can't assuage
I dance in sprays of golden flowers
That sprout along a stream
I walk along the shore for hours
Til night begins to gleam
For I'm too young to marry now
But houses will decree
I ask the wind to try, somehow,
to take me to the sea
-For Isaiah Zerbst's 'Edmund Blair Leighton' contest and inspired by his painting with the same title
Summer was not much fun in the teenage years
In fact there was very little of it but lots of anxious tears
Then the summer disco started in the village hall
We couldn’t believe our luck we were gonna have a ball.
But who would come to a village disco not on a bus route
There were only about fifteen teenagers, and they were all related to boot.
Oh what joy, the army camp, sent in the boy cadets
We were all allowed to mix with them and this we did you can bet.
But there I was wallflower self- conscious feeling dull
Not asked to dance by any boy no one to give a thrill
Until the tallest most handsome boy, his smile lit up the room
Came and sat with me you should have watched me bloom.
He was the catch they all wanted, but none could catch his eye
Just me sat in the corner, and he never passed me by
At the end of each dance night, we walked home hand in hand
His kisses they were magical, I was in some promised land.
We only met once a week through the summer of seventy-two
What a summer it was full of fun and happiness and never blue
I often wonder about that boy who kissed so well at age thirteen
What a catch for some woman, and of his kisses I now just dream
Art thou my one true love?
Then let our hearts entwine;
allow our souls to dance at will
and I shall call thee mine.
I claim thee as my only one,
thou knowest this is sure,
my heart hath finally found a home,
my love for thee is pure.
Tell me dost thy heart exist
to beat with mine forever,
and through the years that yet to cometh
will our souls still dance together?
Will our lips still grace a kiss
when age hath left its mark,
and will thy love still hold a flame
like a candle in the dark?
When time dost sap our vital force
thy love I'll still behold,
for I shall seeth in thine eyes
a love still young and bold.
Her hair was matted in a clump
Still she was pretty all the same
Getting water from the pump
I asked her to tell me her name
"People call me the Queen of Krump"
"yet Jezebel is my real name"
"I love music and love to bump"
"When I dance I feel no shame"
I placed a beatbox on a stump
She danced like a consuming flame
Arms flailing and gyrating rump.
Like a wild beast I could never tame
As I watched in my throat a lump
Reckless abandon was her game
In my chest I felt my heart jump
She danced for pleasure not for fame
For Kelly Deschler's "Not just any old Quatrain contest."
This was harder than I expected.
music's turning little dance sing the sonettos cabriole a turning stance ballerina's toe ~ tops cheval bureau a glance songs of little strophe on look the spiraling chance day dreams étoile's soul
Life is a dance
As we glide through time
With only one partner
Or many in line
It may be a waltz
The mood is subdued
Beauty of movement
Two hearts are in tune
It could be the tango
Latin rhythms reign
Both you and your partner
Your passions aflame
The mood of the moment
Dictates how we choose
Or you're dancing the blues
Life is a dance
Through good times and bad
Be thankful my friends
If your heart's filled with glad
© Jack Ellison 2014
The last dance is over, the summer ball fades away
It's early morning as we walk along the esplanade
The love of my life in the most beautiful white gown
Hand in hand we whisper, kissing in love fuelled drown
We pause as we absorb the gentle rushing of the waves
Inner feelings of desire feed the thoughts we longingly crave
The moon above delights against a cobalt ebony sky
Whilst diamonds sparkle brightly captured in her eyes
Our home we finally reach knowing the dawn will soon be nigh
On entering our bedroom a most beautiful sight espies
Behind her back she holds the most delightful of red rose
Her back now bare to open showing porcelain skin exposed
She turns to me and looks, theirs an alluring in her eyes
Slowly I walk towards her on her shoulders my hands apply
To her nape I kiss, whispering sweet nothings in her ear
Another dance has started as our longing draws ever near
With gentle steps we take, to a spread of silken sheets
Her summer ball in fall, peachy skin my eyes now meet
Lacy lingerie of white attracts the man in me
Alone my love and I, two naked torso's touching free
Adventurous we become, caressing undulations each
Sighs interrupting kisses for the sweet spots that we seek
In my hand I take the Rose brushing the petals against her pert
Touching, we start to ignite, two in love now so alert
In sync our bodies bind amidst sheets on silken lie
Mirroring waves on the ocean our gyrations in loving reply
Inner warmth excites, our joyous release so beautifully free
We melt into each other, two souls asleep, appeased
I couldn’t believe the truth
We were dancing...you and I
The world stood by and watched
But they couldn't hear me sigh
My heart was so elated
It seemed a dream come true
I was there in your arms
I was there dancing with you
Our rhythm, simply perfect
Our bodies just seemed to flow
All the dancers stopped and stared
They were basking in our glow
You arms made me start to twirl
When it finished, you were gone
You left me on the dance floor
And all my dreams came undone
The lights and music played on
As I stood there all alone
I couldn't leave the dance floor
My feet had turned to stone
I heard the jeers and whispers
As I stood there in my shame
You had held me to your heart
Had it all just been a game?
You had asked me to the floor
You enticed me with your charm
How was I to ever know...
That my heart would come to harm
I rushed out of the dance hall
My mind in a numbing trance
It’s been a long while and yet
I still cannot bear to dance.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits
Nor take for granted the look in her eyes
Lest her softness be calloused fictitious
Or her trust in your heart be despised
The strength of a man lies not in his stature
Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name
It's not in the dreams defeated or captured
Or heroically owning some blame
The love of a lady discerns what is true
The child's heart that dwells in her man
His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut
Entrance to an unguarded land
There's a bravery more gallant
Than the absence of fear
When in loves sweet embrace transparent
Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears
Ah so few things in life so precious
As the slow dance between woman and man
Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless
When love finds it's way past adversities plan
I say... Waste not the love of a lady
Your rugged stance will have its due
Lavish her with pure surrender
Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"
“You’re not a giddy teenager
So why can’t you act you’re age?”
I looked at him heartbroken
Then my body shook in a rage
“Being passionate about life
Means I am acting like a child?
You demand that I be demure
Does that mean being meek and mild?
No, no, my dear, I want to shout
I want to be crazy and mad
To stick my head out the window
Belt out love songs that make me glad
I want to let my body move
To a belly dance drumming sound
I want to feel young and alive
Make love without hushing the sound
On days when I water the yard
I want to get wet to the core
As I point the hose to the sky
The wetness makes me crave for more
I want to see my sun catcher
Make the rainbows dance on my wall
And have multicolored sweet dreams
I want to wander through them all
When you take me for a long ride
I’ll let the wind dance with my hair
I want the music to be loud
What if people just stop and stare?
I want to laugh till my sides hurt
And the tears are just streaming down
I want people to be happy
So I play the part of the clown
They say life begins at forty
Now I know that it does for me
Don’t you dare try to bring me down
You know this 'girl' needs to feel free
Peter Pan’s not the only one
Who will stay forever this young
He’s got me for good company
You know, we have songs yet unsung
So…please, if I am eccentric
And acting a little insane
Remember that I’m passionate
So please, I beg you, don’t complain
And when I want to be ravished
Or to play a naughty love game
Don’t say that was for way back then
Don’t you dare try to make me tame
I desire to ingest life
At a mad and frenetic pace
I am desperate to feel the rain
Splashing down on my upturned face
You know that I must be sun kissed
And to spray on coconut spray
To do handstands in seawater
And to bask in this sun drenched day
I want to cry when things move me
I want to feel, to taste, to touch
I want to giggle like a girl
When something does please me so much
I’m sorry I disappoint you
Sorry I don’t act forty five
But before this life is over
I want to feel vibrant…alive!
Yet, I will try not to shame you
Try to tone it down just a bit
But my dear, this fact you must know
In your box, I surely don’t fit
Yes, you may think I’m 'immature'
And I may act much like a teen
But I’d rather be wild and free
Than captive to rules like a queen."
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Once upon a solstice night
thou moon in perfect glory
hung an effervescent light
to tell a lonely story
A silhouette of pure white cotton
danced on the rain laden ground
her rhythm remembered of passion forgotten
as beauty seductively moved without sound
Fullest moon ah cricket symphonies
floating droves of firefly light
they found their muse by her solitary mystery
'twas a grandest moment in life
What good reason would an olive skinned maiden
In bare feet dance under solstice moon?
her feelings were larger than her life's narration
such grand imagination needs room
The only eyes that saw her that night
were the nocturnal creatures that prey
like men riding high upon entitlements right
fierce as time... as it's
She danced a wingless flutter
her hair like petals in the wind
like dreams laced with summer
her eyes were full of fire for the flint
To know the riddle of her soul
one must know the poets tune
examine her language without diminution
to know the ghost in the dance which she holds
Yes, once upon a solstice night
mesmerized by the lure of the moon
she left her tears upon her bed
and choose instead though alone... her dance with fate to resume
When closed are mine eyes
I can see only those butterflies
Surrounding me and my prince
Ouch, a wake up back does wince!
A great man, all white in beard
All acclaimed and well feared
He speaks with the sound of thunder
And glares at the sight of blunder
Should you ever wonder
Who is mine own wonder
Why? He is in my heart
Kept as a secret sweetheart
That one great man, so well known
For him, I shall go to those ways still unknown
Someone I cannot name
For so great is his fame
Such a man do I admire
As my own identical peer
Such a man I shall dance with
Even if to have a dance shall have me in grieve
A tango, a waltz or even a slow
Whichever style the melody will flow
In him I shall lose my stricture
And bear with his own pleasure!
I'll go dancing with my shadow
It keeps such perfect step with me
Dips and sways and follows
Were a perfect match you see
The timing has to be just right
Afternoon or early evening best
My figure so perfectly outlined
The setting sun creates the rest
My shadow knows me well
It always hides my salty tear
Dancing- just the two of us
Until my true love does appear
Chandeliers glow beneath golden cherubs
Highlighted arches; adorned the great hall.
Paintings of cupids by masters of old,
Watched from the ceiling as people stood tall –
Debutantes fluttered their lashes and fans.
Pastels reflected on floors and shone bright.
Shadows of elegance followed each beat.
Beautiful dresses adorning the night.
Gentlemen lusted as fragrances wafted.
Music was muted by instant desire.
Sconces on walls softly lit up the room.
High cultured guests dressed in formal attire.
Lords with their beautiful ladies soon waltzed.
Black tails and ties danced a rhythmical pace.
Crinolines swirled to the beat of the drum.
One, two, three, one, two, three, gliding with grace.
Bachelors entered the room through arched doors.
Holding their passions impertinently taut.
Glancing around at the ladies in white.
Acting like gentlemen as they were taught.
Courtiers sat on a couch near the door.
Necklines, sufficiently high, covered breasts.
Sharing their hopes as they giggled and smiled.
Lips ripe for kissing remained tightly pressed.
Magical moment when two young hearts met,
Waltzing to music the orchestra played.
There in the palace flirtations began.
Dancing all night there, new joys were made.
December 2, 2014
Originally Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Ballroom Delights
Revised (slightly) March 23, 2015 For Poetry Soup Member Contest SCREWED
She reels and dances in the hall
of her apartment home.
Imaginary leaps and whirls
on clouds of magic foam.
Exquisite movements to a song
expressed through one pure heart.
The music in the background adds
much feeling to her art.
She seems ecstatic, unaware
of those who view her show.
Bright eyes and smile reveal her soul,
a child of light, aglow.
That solitary dancer who
flies free within herself,
now occupies a cherished niche
on our own heart's top shelf!
I kinda knew you liked me,
Everyone told me so.
But you made no effort
To ever let me know.
But when your eyes met with mine,
You felt my heart skipped prance,
You walked with me to that refrain,
And oh how long we danced.
We danced until I left your gaze,
Shy and blushing be,
I'll dance with you another day
When you make eyes with me.
Hark! Loudly sounds th' ill-advised trumpets...
Dance thou Addicts! Dance thou Alcoholics!
'We Dance Sickly' as though helpless puppets;
Do all addicts and alcoholics.
A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND
“Shall we dance,” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a lady more
I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band like sanctified oil
And to the lady all of us became forever loyal
She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class while the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself couldn’t refute
My eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding the lovely lady made my heart race
She danced me into a dream of loveliness and lace
While the band grew jealous of what was in my embrace
Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang something about undying delight
But then I heard four words thcat dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced 'this is the final dance of the night”
© 2013 coyright PHREEPOEREE…..~free cee!~
The most rewarding thing I've done
Difficult to do, but loads of fun
In my old age, I've learned to dance
Come and join me, take the chance
One Step Forward, two steps back
No one gets anywhere like that
But it sure is fun out on the floor
Once you're hooked, you'll want more
Slappin' Leather, Watermelon Crawl
As you turn, please don't fall
Waltz Across Texas if you dare
Name a date, I'll meet you there
Two Step, Ten Step, Cotton Eyed Joe
Sweetheart Stroll and away you go
Stationary Cha Cha, looks so fine
Bumping those hips, right in line
Improve your mind, reduce your size
You're better than you realize
Join Silver Games when you're old
Give it your all, go for the gold!
"You likely don't have the right dress,
but my sister's just your size."
My date brought with him this "choice" outfit
to which she'd said her goodbyes.
Now, I'm thinking it was just a joke
from him who had asked me out.
Dressed in his sister's hand-me-down,
my mind's at work, I don't pout.
He's in there dancing with someone else
I have a plan which may work.
Knowing the coat check girl, we giggle,
and trade dresses on a quirk.
She's a trooper, she'll carry this off;
her dress fits me - simply green.
Red dress goes on the floor for a show
a fan keeps her face unseen.
He stops in shock, then approaches her,
his hand put around her waist.
"Where have you been, my Cinderella?"
Fan closes, she slaps his face.
He races to the coat check counter
and claims his coat, if you please.
I please alright, and good evening sir;
he gets it, minus his keys.
Meanwhile, exchanging dresses quickly,
she's back in green on the spot.
Returning for keys he gets the news,
"Your date took your chariot."