People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Mindful Music – for contest
somewhere in her mind
by music only she can hear
at those only she can see
to the rhythm of memory
to music only she can hear.
John G. Lawless
submitted to – So I thought of this line – Poetry contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
Dad: Ever since I held you when you
were first born,
I knew that my princess would grow
to be strong.
Dad: At first I was scared. I know
how the world works,
I don't wanna see that my little girl
Daughter: But daddy your here and
you have my back.
Dad: But if some body hurts you
daddy will snap.
Daughter: Relax dad I'm smart and
you taught me well.
To respect my body and at school to
Daughter: I know what you do is so
we can live safe.
Dad: When I get locked up out isn't
Dad: There's two side to this and jail
is one side
Daughter: I love you more daddy for
doing your time
Dad: I love you to baby that's not
Daughter: You'll be home soon dad
I'm counting the days.
Dad: Please be good for mom she all
Do the right thing and give her some
Daughter: Ok I promise I'll behave
best I can
If mommy needs help I'll give her a
Daughter: Your the best dad in the
whole wide world
Dad: I love you my princess my
Copyright © Willie Rathbone | Year Posted 2014
Those days of youth
Long gone the days when I was young
When life was just a ball of fun
Movies, music, boys and all
Growing up was such a ball.
After school we would all meet
And play our music, it was sweet
Guys like Bill Hayley were our choice
And Elvis, he had such a lovely voice
We’d rock and roll would we for countless hours
Oh, we could sure get off on music’s power
Then when it came to head on home again
Jeeze I had a lot of aches and pains.
Nothing could replace those days of old
Twas in those days our manner was so bold
Those days they were the best part of my life
But never did we get ourselves in strife.
Vera duggan 26 August 201
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
Chilled or warm this life is so worn
bitter sweet or sour tart the ache of my old heart
life's aroma giving years of sitting while waiting
to be young again like a grape that's been blend
Across the desert I swirl of childhood as a young girl
champagne sand at night with the red moon I bloom
unbreakable glass so tipsy and free like fine Chablis
tiny bubbles flutter through my veins like a cork no longer constrain.
T Reams 9/2015 copyright 7th place
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
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!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
The sun spills through the window’s pane
And settles upon a cherry wood cane.
And on that cane an old woman leans
As she stares out the window at trees of green.
Her mind drifts back to much younger days when
Her hair was blond from a summer's sun rays
She'd skip and sing as little girls do
When the days were long and skies were blue.
She smiles for a moment in spite of herself
and blows a kiss to the garden elf.
With a turn she shuffles toward her chair
Her days are spent most often there.
On a small wooden table by where she sits
Are cards and letters, old newspaper clips.
There’s a photo there too, young couple in love
He, in a dark suit, she, a white gown and gloves.
Her memory fades as dreams do at dawn
So few of are left, even fewer are strong.
Often she loses time and place,
in the mirror she doesn't always know the face.
It puzzles her now as she holds that gold frame
Who can they be, what is his name?
He looks like groom, and the young woman a bride
How handsome he is she thinks misty-eyed.
‘Hello my love’, a gentle kiss to her cheek.
She looks up from the photo but does not speak.
‘Our special day” he smiles and whispers to her
“The day that we wed, oh how happy we were”.
She takes a moment to let his words sink in
Another glance at the photo, the memory begins.
An evening in summer, the church was white
The violins played underneath star light.
“We married” she says and touches his face.
“We did” he replies, “You wore satin and lace.”
“We danced and we danced” has he takes her hand.
“Come dance with me now”, and helps her to stand.
He hums an odd tune no one else would know
Because he wrote it for her many years ago.
In each other’s arms they slowly sway
And in her mind she relives that day.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2015
I am a tomb of ancient bloom.
I was young once, and pretty.
Now that I am of middle age,
and beauty fades, I must adjust.
To being unseen, no beauty queen.
I must not dance or prance about.
Although inside I dance still.
No one sees the pretty me.
I am a tomb, must I mummify?
Damn it all, I refuse to die.
Still slip on my dancing shoes.
Close my eyes, get in the groove.
Imagine all eyes still upon me.
This acient bloom won't go soon.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
“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
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
Today I spied my shadow,
And I asked it to dance.
Once it would have taken the challenge.
Once, when I was young.
Where are the memories of yesteryear?
Dissipated with the passage of time?
Today I'm bent with arthritic pain,
result of all my past heinous sins:
a hunchback of misdemeanors.
O how I recollect my wicked deeds!
They echo in the dark corridors
of a bent tired mind.
Now I dance to the tune
I composed throughout my life;
But my shadow simply refuses
to join in the frolic of my low strife.
Ashamed I amble on life's highway....
towards my eventual demise.
Then my shadow will find eternal its rest.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
I’ve danced on tables
My boots laced high
I have that kinda style
Cognac in one hand
Tambourine in another
I go on for miles
Songs of sorrow
Songs of love
Sweeping the night time air
Stars all aglitter
A toast to you
Glasses raised high in the air
We sang and we danced
We laughed and romanced
Days that lasted forever
Now we look on
As they dance to our song
Our days have but gently ended
Copyright © Zoria Gregory | Year Posted 2013
The wind was moving into the mist of heaven,
it is a fog of light streaming from down below,
in its eyes of realization,
into the unknown of the bliss and sound waves
echoing to be into the vastness
of the light blue sky, and beyond the enormous
bright stream of shadowy rainfalls.
Copyright © Brigett Hurley | Year Posted 2013
I just found out about my knees.
You know those thingies, if you please,
those knobbly bits which no one sees;
the ones you bend, when on your skis.
It happened when, and quite by chance,
it hit me, on our trip to France.
A stabbing pain, a pointed lance;
they went - when I got up to dance.
And this was not, as you may think,
the aftermath from too much drink.
One moment fine and in the pink,
and then the next, you gently sink.
Oh no. I’m standing like a block;
a rigid stance, tight as a lock.
I have to say, it’s quite a shock!
I hope you will not stare - and mock.
For Black Eye Susan's Contest.
Copyright © Charles Clive | Year Posted 2013
We clustered on the dance floor
At the edges, though we danced.
You might have missed us if
Into the room you'd quickly glanced.
The energetic dancers
In the middle of the crowd
Jumped and boogied in stilettos
To the music pulsing loud.
Our old moves were more subdued
And, although we sang along,
We were clueless to the lyrics
Of each recent top-hit song.
While the parties were grooving,
Beaming smiles on every face,
Some of us still did the cha-cha,
Which looked sadly out of place.
At a dear friend's daughter's wedding,
Buddies of the groom's and bride's
Danced exactly like we used to
While we watched them from the sides.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016
In time, days, months to years
Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December
And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September
The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December
The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air
The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas
The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey
The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental
The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes
The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world
The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places
Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013
I owe no one but my military conscience
Interrogating me speak! speak!! speak!!!
And though I halt to say a word
It never stops to pound my heart
I owe no one but my military conscience
spoiling all my immigration plans
Lest I elope and break a leg
I owe no one but my military conscience
With search warrant it barges me
My every nook it points it’s torch
Making sure I didn’t hide a forge
I owe no one but my military conscience
With armored tanks it holds my way
And when I try to force a sway
It corks it’s gun to make me run
I owe no one but my military conscience
Day and night it blames me still
And points the way I should have gone
And wouldn’t stop until I’m right
Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2015
Do young boys start thinking of girls
with imperfect make-up and pretty clothes
who look like Barbie in every sense of the word?
I used to look at them and laugh,
thinking they were going to a party
rather than attract the opposite sex!
That's the time when girls were a fantasy,
filling up this head with unrealistic thoughts...
to have been the handsome Prince Charming,
and offer them anything on a silver platter;
and growing up I realized how silly I was...
I had little to offer, still carrying their books to school!
Somebody should have pinched me and told me
that at such age chasing girls was a game of hide-and-seek,
or a dance around-the-rosy to sing nursery rhymes;
even my teacher loved my greasy hair with that combed-back hairdo,
tight jeans and a plain t-shirt as handsome Travolta would wear...
only made me famous for an afternoon on the dance floor!
Those were the most exciting times for a naive boy like me
charming them with that look of lover to make them fall in love with me,
it worked, but after dancing they started giggling...whispering something
that made me appreciate the ingenuity that girls had at the age of twelve;
and would it had happened today, I probably would have gotten many kisses,
remembering their smiles, but not saying, " That's the time when girls were a fantasy! "
Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" ...At This Age "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
That Imperious Urge
He said the Golden Years are all the rage
Aye, it was more a shuffling two-step dance
thus did I run to greet this coming craze
of those just old enough to take the chance.
Classes I assumed would teach the Rumba
my glasses and my hearing aid – but props
bones that clatter in pursuit of Zumba
gyrations fear – the racket will not stop.
Trapped amid memories in the attic
my doctors say I must stay hydrated
now that I’m a homebound geriatric
my bladder feels constantly inflated.
Thus do I stand and wait for water flow
to quell the urge that said I had to go.
submitted to – Which of the Four Would You Choose – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016
A beautiful day in Ayr
Because its so breezy and fair
Chasing seagulls and sand in my hair
Copyright © jimmy mccurdie | Year Posted 2015
O'er the desert, in the rain,
Prayers scar the light of blue;
flows their bleeding, as one stain,
dies their singing, as one lue.
And all is hill, the lives are host,
While flowers spring their soul,
Hope is Beauty, Life its frost;
Love is Grace, and Claim its foul.
Alas! Despair'd by hopeless mirth,
Confer'd on seek in vain, but glow,
at Earth, at Nature with no birth,
And brighting high, living below.
The Horizon seizes sunrise's lust,
The Roamer's trace in hoary lies:
His walks arise th' immortal dust,
His secret rays the boundless skies.
Copyright © Arthur Plisenhayer | Year Posted 2015
in a continues
process so,it may
create a ' vanishing point'
we,i wish we can..............
with love all
Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016
I tuck my head under the wrapping of grey facing away from the frothy sea.
Oh how I ponder the loss of the dance.
Who came and robbed me of my rhythm.
I know the steps , the beat, the music, the loss of rhythm ever so present.
The music is silenced .
The beat not beating,
How shall I endure the loss.
What will make it all better.
My love of the dance is still within the confines of my mind.
My body now refuses to move to the melodious sounds.
My body has betrayed me.
There is no hope for the dance.
Then I close my eyes while the sea mist embraces me.
Oh love dear love you are still alive within the confines of my mind.
One step two steps I am dancing once again,
My journey is to a new music.
A music within my heart.
I smile as the sun sets over the horizon.
Another day.... another dance... slower... less encompassing, but, I smile...
The ol; gal still has the moves.... in the confines of her mind..
Dance little ol lady dance... This is your final hour..
Embrace the journey... today ... beating to a different drummer.
Oh smile, little lady at least you can move to the grove of the sunset.
The sun goes down... I sit down tired from dancing in the wild wind of life
The wind sustained me. The brisk breeze held me up while I celebrated life in the grey lane.
Copyright © Debbie McGill | Year Posted 2016