There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain
THE DRAGLINE for Pete Brett
One hundred foot boom
The tracks are like
Ones on the tracks of a tank
They go chunk clunk and clank
Arm of the boom swings
Far to the left then to right
Out casts the bucket
And drags the rock in
Papa pushes the pedals and
Pulls the leavers
Lifts the cranes bucket and
Swings the arm in
Dumps the rock into
A pile at quarry
Just old black Burt, Bootsie and me
We ride in the donkey a brawny little engine
Careful now Uncle Burt I ‘am heavy as can be
He’d chuckle and let me ring the dingy
As the donkey pulled all those gondola cars
to the rock crusher A ring ding-a-ling
here comes the train ring ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling
Dinner would be with Uncle Red Papa and me
by the railroad tracks a fire warm
and perhaps we would see
Alligator Willy who would stop by to share
some pickled eggs, sausages and a beer
I dance in the night by the light that comes
from cranes rear window the light that
shines from the top of the boom
My stage is a beam of square light
and I dance and I swirl as the
beam from the top boom does
swing. It’s better than the light from the moon
I spin and I dance in an out of
I see my papa’s face
Through the crane’s side window’s panel
His arm is out stretched as he
Pushes and pulls
I wave I am tired now
He jumps from the tracks and
Lifts me back in
His face has wide goofy grin
We share chocolate milk
From a thermos and take
Orange marmalade Sandwiches wrapped in wax paper
which were sticky and sweet
from his Old battered Lunch Pail
when my feet were all wet He took off my shoes
and placed them by Old Mr. Murphy as his engine was called
Dry and warm and cozy we’d be
Papa his dog Bootsie and me
Northwest the crane that he ran At Seminole Rock
he was considered the best Crane operator-man
He worked from dark tell the sand-man
I sleep in an empty dynamite crate
Filled with a string called waste
Used to spread thick grease
by the big diesel engine at the back
of the crane
He shuts the doors as it’s starting to
The crane growls and grumbles
and rocks me to and fro
like in a large giant’s lap
as I take a nap
in dreams I spin and I dance
by the light from the boom
it’s better than the light
from the moon
Copyright © JoAnne Simms
As beguiling costumes dazzle eyes,
flashing glitter heightens indulgences.
Jasmine kisses, lightheadedly make
nerves of passion quiver.
Rhinestone stars twinkle,
An ABC Poem written Sept.23, 2015 for “Sensual ABCs - Poetry Contest”.
Copyright © Emile Pinet
The Rhythm of My Soul
All around the room
I hear the music play
It takes control of the children’s feet
And makes their bodies sway
No one can understand
The power of a tune
Because before I know it
The music stops too soon
It acts upon emotions
And can instantly change a mood
It doesn’t deny any soul
It’s not its nature to exclude
Everyone is welcome
As long as they are willing
To leave all their problems behind
And start their bodies swinging
Some may doubt this power
And even say it’s destructive
They say it’s only good
Is for people to act seductive
Yes, this may be true for some
But for me it isn’t this way
For me it’s how I can release
And let my stress fade away
So when life gets tough
And starts to take its toll
I forget the world and start to dance
To the rhythm of my soul
Copyright © Evan Perkins
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell
At that moment the Quasar
officer passed by,
He made a U-turn and stop
at The Dark man,
What's in cosmic blazes going
on here Son?
The Dark man smirk back at
The Enforcer and asked,
Who wants to know this is a
private bachelor party,
Double M in this part of the
Nebula that's who,
and I used to be a Light
Templar before I traded my
lightsabre for a 8.0 fusion
Recognition came across his
And immediately the Dark
man began to do the Chicken
And so did the carrions,
LadyJewel and his crew,
Soon the Enforcer join into
Episode III. . .
Copyright © Danesh Morgan
His fingers trace down her cheek
While inhaling her scent and smiles
She slips one hand on his shoulder
The other in his hand
They dance a sweet rumba
Hip to hip conversation
Their eyes meet
Lips an inch apart
Her leg wraps around his
He starts to melt
Make love to me with this dance
He looks at her lovingly
Places his arm around her
Pulls her close
Their bodies moving as one
Passionately, elegantly across the floor
As the dance slows
Coming to an end
She twists in his hands
Presses her back
Against his body
He covers her arms with his
Slowly around her waist
In a warm embrace
Copyright © Carissa Kopf
There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.
Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell
Attending the Ball of the Dead,
Accompanied by the Ghost of Rouen
Who would of guessed your enticing flashing smile;
Ghost of Rouen.
We cut oh! such a dash, swish, splish splash.
Splendid in your gown
fashioned by them riddled by guilt.
Aren’t I the flavour amongst them?
That tells no more tales.
A medium who shares your secrets?
Now hear ye all such fine music,
together hand in hand
we enter the Ball.
Behold gasping with wonderment
one hundred majestic musicians,
summing up from their desire,
enchantment, careless abandonment.
Arrows were they? whistled past your ears,
from upright English bows,
from upright English men.
But now we are set to dance the dance,
as if all time stands still.
What I care this to be the Ball of the dead.
How they chatter and gossip everyone a ghost,
for once bound to the stake
they called you witch.
Pray I ever to seek such contentness
with one such as you, Ghost of Rouen.
Love beckons in this world
nay but the next.
Once a maid in armour now a princess In silken robes.
Spy kings , queens, emperor’s, lords and French barons,
dressed from head to toe in finery.
Mighty armies came and long gone be,
we will dance no more this night,
Ghost of Rouen.
Thank thee, thank aye thank the lord.
What precious times are had?
You with your enticing flashing smile.
Wish me, another invite
by the Ghost of Rouen to the Ball of the dead.
Copyright © carrington marshall
I saved you the last dance,
So let's dance the night away,
And wish that the music never ever stops,
I keep hoping and praying that this music never stops,
And my feet never get tired to dance,
And your mind never thinks of walking away,
I felt your heart beat from miles away,
So gentle and in sync with mine and it never ever stops,
In your embrace i found my music so let's dance,
Tonight lest dance the night away until the music stops,
Copyright © Billy Simani
cravings delved .
gyrate , hypnotizing .
Kneaded laps .
orgasm peaking .
Quickening ... rhythms ... succumb
9 / 24 / 2015
Copyright © Bev Smith
Immersion in a regal
carnage. Ash colored dawn
A bullet-ridden sexism
shuts out the fame.
Starts a chilling confession.
O, my orion
I adore your ruffled
stance. Do not make a kill.
Sunflower, why your
seeds were participating
in bonfire of a moon ?
They came for a sexual
encounter. But found a prism
exacting a gun.
Copyright © Satish Verma
Villages crushed, by shiny rocks,
Demolished while, the profits shot,
Sapper gets nought, from shards in sand,
His life and yours, in wicked hands [
Twist in it’s dance,
You are entranced
Until the last.
The king’s cup flows, over with blood,
You know you think, money is love,
Giving nothing, they steal your trust,
Binding you with, aesthetic lust.
You can’t break the, hardest substance,
Your body twists, in diamond dance,
Would you save a, million lives,
Or get lost in, it’s twinkling eye?
Puppets in the diamond dance,
Mankind lost in, the wicked trance,
If you mistake, waste for romance,
You won’t have an-ything that lasts.
Purest glass light, that grows in earth,
Heaven from soil, the land gave birth,
But it won’t feed, humanity
Your mindless greed, their agony
Copyright © Danny Stockton
Across the ocean sings a lady with flowers in her hair
She dances in the moonlight sky imagining you there
Pretending she's a princess
Laughing, having fun
Streaming tears of happiness waiting for the sun
The night is slowly ending
Tomorrow is on it's way
Quietly awaiting for another lovely day
She lay to rest so peacefully upon Earth's precious ground
Her day of beauty and the love that she has found
Still no sign of morning light
No whispers in the air
The only sign of any life are the flowers in her hair
©2014 Tamilyn Love
Copyright © Tamilyn Love
Bubbles in my heart
Confidence never drains
Baby you never know how
I ride in the rain
Drops of water falling to the ground
Giving the canopy its very own crown
I feel excitement in my veins
Excitement to ride in the rain
When everybody goes to bed
I stay up and practice in vain
Because I am well trained
of how to dance in the rain
No matter I slip or slide
Or step in the drains
No one can stop me from
Riding in the rain
Studying or working all day long,
Tell me what will you gain?
Just go out, enjoy life
Flutter and jump in the rain
Copyright © Aashima Bansal
i can heard the beat as I move I see that I’m the only one dancing but as look down the hall i see a picture of you, but as we dance the song never stop as we are dancing it starts to rain and somehow we don’t get wet cause of the fact the only thing that we are thinking of is each other as it get darker we still dancing till the sun comes out and set as the rain is still falling and the people are waken through the dreams they have had we have been dancing in each rain pool till the song stop but in head my song never stop cause how deep I love you our song will never stop till death and we will dance the night away till death do us apart, it doesn’t matter if I’m not married to you now, but what I believe that we are meant to be together forever no matter how deep our love goes but you are only man that I am willing to be with for the rest of our lives
Copyright © sheena jackson
Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward.
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.
But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt.
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.
Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight.
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.
Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin
the ministry of the dance is always Scripture based
it's all about bringing the Holy Spirit into the place
the ministry of the dance has a purpose that is two-fold
of Godly deliverance and breaking demonic strongholds
to deliver someone from the spiritual bondage of society
and show with the power of the dance there's spiritual victory
to break demonic strongholds with divine break through
to show in dance what the joy of the Lord can do
the ministry of the dance is a physical manifestation of love
for Jesus the Christ, the Holy Spirit and Father God who dwells above
to know that the tears which are cascading from our eyes
was enough to touch a soul and move them to cry
to know that the spiritual energy we emanate so much
made someone feel that by the hand of God they've been touched
the ministry of the dance is a physical portrayal of the Holy text
and not based on one's age, gender, race nor sex
a powerful ministry that is open to all
of which by the Spirit one is called
a ministry of faithful dedication, true devotion and total commitment
with love for the Lord, trust in the Spirit and a Godly contentment
the ministry of the dance is more that just a worship service
it's a ministry of true faith with a specific purpose
to dance with the Light of the Lord radiating through
and the Spirit of the Lord filling up the church's pews
the ministry of the dance is to give honor, glory and praise
to Jesus who died on the cross and 3 days later was raised
a ministry of divine inspiration
a ministry of divine elevation
to lift up someone and move them beyond their comfort zone
to lift someone up and move them to kneel before the throne
it's about the Holy Spirit taking complete control
it's about sacred dancing in order to save some souls
the ministry of the dance will forever be spirit-led
it's a visual ministry serving of the Daily Bread
it's not a ministry that is meant to entertain
it's a ministry powered by the sacrificial blood stain
the ministry of the dance is about spiritual victory
that which Jesus died for to give to you and give me
it's not a performance and it does not invite vainglory
it's about being used an instrument in the outward expression of the Biblical story
the ministry of the dance is a ministry of total sacrifice
to submit your body, heart and soul into the hands of Jesus the Christ
THE MINISTRY OF THE DANCE
Copyright © louise nelson
The sweetest thing is knowing
you are the biggest part of me.
From your tiny hands and feet
to you're smile.
A reflection of me.
Dance tiny princess.
Laugh tiny princess.
Let me be the one to worry.
Take in yourself
Every beautiful day
Every sunny sky and starry night.
For now...just be you
And dance tiny princess.
Laugh tiny princess.
Let me be the one to worry.
Copyright © Nichole Schindewolf
Each moment kaleids to the beat
Each blissfully aware of what it evolved from
And to which it may switch
Copyright © Rob Browne
Rain, it is so refreshing.
Dance in the rain.
Hold your head back
let it wash all your pain away.
Throw your arms open wide
spin your body around.
Do not be afraid to show
what you are feeling inside.
Feel the small drops
as they fall on your face.
Swish the wet grass
between you bare toes.
Making you smile
like the warmest embrace.
Feel the rain as it kisses your lips.
Open your mouth
let the rain fall inside.
Taste the sweet nectar.
Feel as it falls on your skin
each drop like a caress of the wind.
Close your eyes
let your mind soar...
Let your spirit out
As you run your
fingers through your hair.
Listen to the melody
it will soothe and comfort your heart.
Mother nature can heal you.
Dance in the rain
feel your soul take flight.
Let your mind be soothed
and wish for another rainy day.
Copyright © Athena Beauchamp
A baby's basket
bounced two-times two.
Circled chimed towers ring
downtown beep-bop to the rhythm.
Enjoy the music; birds
fly over docks. It's the busy bouncing
great city street lights that
hit the road, shimmer in the dark.
I enjoy watching you dance to the music,
June. The jungle summer parties
kaput from hard rain last summer and were
laden with children screaming
"Mommy, I can't find you."
Nothing stops your dancing. You're
oblivious unless the music stops. I
pace the streets of the city's heart and
quadruple the center of the streets core, two-times-ten
ready to run, run when I know it's your
sassy sway from side to side 'till you
turn in his arms, a fall light as yogurt. It's
undeniable that this baby's basket can bounce, bounce, bounce, so
vulnerable to the splitting of the wood and the crying of the child's
watery mucus clogs her throat and all you hear is wah, wah, wah when
Xenon cries, like cheese cloth dipped in chocolate; hard to hear the
yelling when all you comprehend are feet tapping and music moving all around like
zig, zag, zook until you collapse, cause all you knew was dance, dance, dance.
Copyright © Cynthia Green
...And one day my prince charming would come
and hold my hand and dance me around
would take me up and up and up
to the frosted and beautiful folds of cloud
through folds he'll take me to the heaven
where the birds would chitter and chatter around
and the waves would play a soft music
the winds would make a rapturous sound
the sky would shower exuberant colours
milky, creamy, snowy and pure
combined to give spirited emotions
leading us to the infinite tenure
of cheering and jovial time of life
and leading us to a promising hope
that life would bring joys and beams
have faith in God,dont leave the rope
of silverline and lots of trust
of courage, aspire, desire, support
believe that love wont fail and sink
our lives are meant to be one and whole
me and prince would dance along
till the night is passed and the sun is dawned
till the sun is set and the night is borned
and that very night is permanently prolonged
My life will change to a wonderland
all the blessings will be combined and summed
my life will sing a beautiful song
and one day my prince charming will come
Copyright © saif khan
Cold dry airs...
Cute smilin faces...
Cats n dogs games...
Chucks and shoes...
Coke? Not for me...
...Xmas smellin' everywhere... Leme be the
first to wish yu a great Xmas! OiH
Copyright © Okechukwu Iroegbu
Step and twirl and spin and leap,
Svelte beings dancing down to steep.
Black cloth layer on top of a heart
That beats and bleeds, for dance it starts.
Copyright © Caitlin Feely
A beautiful day in Ayr
Because its so breezy and fair
Chasing seagulls and sand in my hair
Copyright © jimmy mccurdie
A rumble in the distance
Growing, radiating power
The strong taste on the wind
Crisp and sweet
The heavens open, pouring
Tears of happiness and relief
A soothing rhythm
Familiar and comforting
Like a whispered lullaby
Or a pulsing heart beat
A song only I can hear
Ringing in my ears
A steady beat on the pavement
A simple dance with simple
I lift up my face
To catch them as they fall
The cool touch on my skin
Drowning out the world
Letting go and just forgetting
As the sky falls around me
I am free
To dance in the storm
Copyright © Mardi Barber
Listen to the gossip of the rain,
dancing on my windows and jumping on the pavement,
thrumming and battering on the roofs,
plays a little sleep-song on my roof at night,
when it hits the ground, becomes a rivulet.
Listen to the rain falling from the sky,
tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles,
crackle dry verandah like an old walkie-talkie coming to life,
beat the panes like timorous wings,
and quench our endless thirst.
Listen to the pouring rain,
pouring from dark skies,
crashed deafeningly on the corrugated metal roof,
fell down constantly like an endless bucket of water being
poured down from the heaven,
sounds like the heavens are knocking on my door,
droplets thrashed at the ground, with ferocity matchless,
beat upon my heads with silver liquid drops.
Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga
I guess tonight is our night
Their playing our song and the room is so bright
I always save the last dance especially for you
I think you always save one for me too
The way we glide acroos the floor gives me butterflies
Please don't leave me I don't want to say good-bye
If you leave me we may never have another chance
This might be our last and final dance
Copyright © jayne Miles
devil dance with the chance of tomorrow,little harlet,spoon fed bubba fet,little
meagon,kitchen wagon,been draggin sice taggin bodies,awful shoddy,or shotty.
Copyright © chris bowen