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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Rhyme | |

A STEP HALF MADE

As lightening shone and thunder blew
I danced the dance that dancers do

They danced it back and asked if I
Would mind them dancing through the night

I thought no harm could come of this
Besides, such company I’ve missed

Thus, on we danced so unaware
That torrent rains beyond compare

Fell down in floods on higher ground
And like a wall came crashing down

Then somewhere in a step half made
The dance I danced was washed away

Now all that’s left for you to see:
Remains of the catastrophe

Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know
Don’t ever dance when thunder blows


Details | Imagism | |

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful
Driving along thinking about what I’m about to do brings a smile to my face. Without a doubt my hair and nails make a big difference in the way I feel about myself! When I look pretty; I feel pretty.
Today my nails will be done in pink and white, oh yes, perfect they shall be. Nothing short of looking delicate and refined I tell myself. I am so excited; the anticipation brings joy into my heart and laughter to my lips! 
My hair appointment is closing in. High lights and shaping adds a playful and fun demeanor. Beautiful is how it’s going to look and beautiful is how I’ll feel. I almost need to pinch myself for I wonder is this really happening to me! Tears sting my eyes and giggles flow forth. Yes; this is my life and this is happening to me!
Thinking of my new makeup and how youthful I’m going to look brings joy into this heart of mine. I can hardly wait to put it on as the excitement builds; I dance around and giggle. I feel so beautiful thinking how perfect I’ll look with everything finished.
At times I tell myself, “I know he loves me, I can tell”. The glowing in his eyes seems to sparkle with love and passion. My Heart beats a little faster as excitement and wonder fills my entire being! Yes, this is how it should always be, a life filled with joy and laughter.
Finding ways to look beautiful helps me feel beautiful. It’s this that causes me to giggle and dance about. The unbridled excitement loosened, flowing through my veins fills me with love and wanting. Tomorrow just maybe this joy will add new meaning and direction causing me to continue feeling beautiful..
                                                                                           Debbie Knapp


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             


Details | Sonnet | |

The Unseen

It is crystal clear and right in front of you.

Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear.

Little spots and little dots are floating near.

They get closer and closer to pass through.

 

Once inside, new thoughts begin to spew.
Some are of joys and some you will fear.

Be rest assured most will make you cheer.

When it leaves there will be many a clue.

 

The day will set,

And night will fall,

This sign you get.

It’s a name you call.

 

So wake up and be clean and keen,

See the unforgettable as the unseen.


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Ballade | |

You've got to love your life

You’ve got to love your life.

I’m drifting through my life
As I climb those rocky trails
The only place I want to be is now
The Spring comes, me just sitting here
As the grass grows by itself
I never did want too much, anyhow.

Can’t worry about your burdens
One has to travel on
The past can’t do no damage, it be gone
And the future, well there’s no one knows
No matter what they do
You cannot stop those hands from moving on.

You’ve got to love your life
That’s the only way to go
There ain’t no going back to what’s been done
Cause life was made for loving
The song you sing is yours
You’re a one off soul, you be the only one.

You have to live your story
No matter where it goes
No matter what the hard knocks you might gain
The road might lead to nowhere
Yet dance it anyhow
When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.


Details | Pantoum | |

FOLIAGE IN WITHERED HARMONY

‘  ‘  ‘        ‘’’’’’’’’’’             ‘        ‘



Those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down 
auburn dressed palms of shaven-  tree solemnity, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound,
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony. 

Auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity
tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony 
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight. 

Tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
brushing a wandering  sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight 
and whispers of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep. 

Brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final  display, 
and wafts of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep
as  full season of fall sheds life’s leaves to pray. 

Spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final display, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound, 
as  full season of fall seems to shed life’s leaves to pray 
those  tender wrinkling leaves  pour dizzily down. ~


~

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By: nette onclaud



Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Free verse | |

This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | ABC | |

the beast and me

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


Details | Didactic | |

On Your Own

You can dance to your own rhythm, sure you can,
it is not too difficult I have seen it frequently done;
there is nothing better than doing things your way
and starting off alone on a long deserted highway.

He who goes by himself gets there soon and fast
while he who waits for the others gets there last;
there are times when it works best to be an island
if the point is to get ahead of the rest of the band.

While there is no question it takes two to tango,
why must we necessarily wish to do the tango?
we can sway just as well with our own shadow
to keep us company with the lights turned low.

Yes, you can dance to the tune, on your own!


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit of Horse and Man

The rider accepts the horse and the horse accepts the man.
No man rides a horse… It’s a dance in poise and symmetry as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The power is felt in the movement as the horse stretches out its gate.
The muscles move beneath the man with power waiting to escape.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The fluidity of the gate is matched by the fluidity of the man.
The nostrils flair in both… The dance has just begun…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
If they do not work together… They will not work at all.
The horses’ mane like the mans’ hair, is held tight in the flowing wind.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
With each step they take… A balance must be struck.
For every step they take… Their intent must be as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The spirit of the horse must merge with the spirit of the man.
Together they merge in a symbiotic relationship as old as horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Feel the movement… Feel the power… Feel each muscle as it moves.
Feel each breeze unfold… Feel their hearts and souls as they meld as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Point to counter point… The man doesn’t own the horse or the horse the man.
What looks so easy is not a simple thing as they travel forth as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The connection is tightly woven. This spirit of Horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
And with each ride together they will meld again as one…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump


Details | I do not know? | |

My Body

My body 
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth
That could be manipulated 
Like a piece of rope
Being made into a knot.
 
My body
Was made to sway
And flow,
To dip low
And reach high
To the rhythms
Of the universe.

The rhythms
Of a beating heart,
Of wings beating the air,
Of the crashing waves,
Of everything
I am fortunate to hear
And translate into motion.

Oh no,
I am not a trained dancer,
Who practices and practices
To get the technique,
Develop the form,
And in the end,
Add the passion,
If it wasn’t there before.

I won’t be found 
On stages dancing
To Mozart, Miles or Eminem,
Nor will I be found
On dance floors
With a number on
My oh so erect back.

I will be found
On crowded dance floors,
In my bedroom,
In my living room,
Under the moonlight,
On beaches,
Letting the rhythms of the universe
Possess me.

You would find me
Dancing,
Be it to a sassy salsa beat,
A fun Bollywood tune,
A little soca,
Some reggae,
Or a soulful piece of jazz.

Be it to a rhumba,
A fast pace techno,
An irresistible house jam,
A fusion of west meets east,
A pop tune I can’t
Get out of my head,
You would find me 
Dancing.

And even though,
My mind says no,
“You’ll make a fool of yourself,”
“You don’t know how to dance to that,”
My body ignores it,
And taps a foot,
Sways a hip,
And before long,
My body is in motion.

My body 
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth.


Details | Free verse | |

Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


Details | Free verse | |

needles and pins


I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.

I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.

Piercing my skin with needles and pins,

willing to feel the worst to feel anything


Details | I do not know? | |

Lover, Fighter, Writer-A Decastitch by Ron Porter

Oh I love to dance but,? ?I am no great dancer
And,? ?i love romance but,? ?I'm not a take a chancer.
Give me a steady beat and,? ?I'll still hit the floor,
?'?cause I'm the only one I ever boogie for

But romance is dance designed exclusively for two?'
Skittish at the risks involved?; ?its a step I no longer do.
Now,? ?I have been a lover and a fighter but,? ?it's been
many long years gone since I engaged in a fight

And loving I do only from a distance but,? ?I have
always been a poet,? ?so most of all,? ?I sit and write.


Details | Free verse | |

Dancing with Despair

I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
My soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, emitting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and slid across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?


Details | Classicism | |

Dream, Dream, Dream

Let the sun dance on your bodies
Dream, People, Dream
Let the sun dance on your bodies
A new song comes down the pike 
We'll be ready for it!
Ready for it!
Dream, people, dream 
Love is coming to you 
Listen to our music 
Listen to our music
Let dawn dance
Let dawn dance
We'll find peace
Dream, people, dream


Details | Narrative | |

Noxious Butterfly

I'm fine! Really, I am.
My eyes may give way
To emotions, but I've found
That hiding them is okay.
No one wants to live with
Their heart on their sleeve.
That'd be just fine if
People didn't care or need.
As it is, no one can
Survive. Not alone that is.
Clinging to one another and
Crying together like kids.

I want to surpass that,
I want to be able on my own.
In many ways like a cat,
I would do more alone.
Sometimes, when I think this
Loneliness pushes it's way in
And it gets so hard to resist
That noxious butterfly's sin.
Sure, I care for others
And want those feelings in return.
People are like wet covers
Weighing you down to get burned.

My feelings, I want to cut them.
To tear them down and rip them out.
But once it's dance has begun
The butterfly will win, no doubt.
No more! Leave me be I say.
You imploring noxious butterfly!
Feelings, I will not hear of them today
There are no rules that life goes by.
But within me the dance continues,
Those horrid things I want to forget.
Some sort of personal revenue
My noxious butterfly, my feelings, kept.

~Reecie


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Verse | |

Don't stop the world from turning

Mother Earth is so divine
If I stood still for a lifetime
And realize I’m just a spec
But tried to grasp the true aspect
Of why existence is the norm
Then in the eye of raging storms
I might not fear my death
I’d whistle away my last breath
While the world revolves around me
To tunes of stars and sunny beats

It’s not true what they say
She beams with laughter everyday
A joyous dancer spinning
Rhytmed by practice from beginning
As I stay anchored to her heart
Planted crosses will become part
Of homes to which we must return
When candle scented lives adjourn
And harvest crops of the fertile
Unconscious left feet in denial…

On a happy woman’s dance floor
With happy thoughts forever more
Then way above some starry sky
An ageless smile shall signify
Igniting glow with veneered fiddle
Her spotlight chance to shine in the middle
Inviting all the sleep deprived
To dance and join the disco drive
Evolved through space with darling Mother
Revolving all around each other


Details | Couplet | |

Fire Dance


On this frosty eve in late September
I look into the flames and remember

Colors writhe and twist in timeless dance
With their own version of romance

Across the log they seem to pirouette
Imagining I can see your silhouette

Fire leaps with each sudden windy gust
Burning with an all consuming lust

With this dance you seem close to me
And I sit, contemplating what used to be.......



For the Dance contest


Details | Free verse | |

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND

Against the indigo velvet skies 
The sweetly scented nightly breeze 
Sends leaves falling, rustling 
Allowing moonlight thru the trees  
 
Through curtains softly billowing 
The moonlight steals its furtive glance 
Flirting with silky ebony shadows
Performing their nightly ritual dance 
 
On the other side of the wind 
Whispers softly echo in her mind 
Beckoning her… 
To listen to their voice 
Telling her his love she’ll surely find  
 
The wind chimes in spiral curves 
A moment that’s timeless stirs her soul 
To a crystalline awakening in her heart 
Welcoming imbuing intrusions to console 

In quiet moments she breathes him in 
His hand in hers, feelings linger 
A graceful dance to walk a path 
Feeling his  touch upon her fingers 

A trail of tears tinged with sighs 
Thoughts of him entrench the dark 
A restless soul needing warmth 
In quiet moments he invades her heart 
Will she find him once again… 
On the other side of the wind?         


Details | Free verse | |

All Thanks to Him

Walking down the empty streets,
In truth already done,
I've lost myself in dreams again as I sit in school,
I sit and sit and sit and sit,
But not a word absorbed,
It doesn't matter how long I stay,
I'm not here at all.

He laughs and laughs all at something I said,
I smile, grin in responce to him.
He's shown me not to draw from people,
Taught me how to be myself.
To dance and listen,
Learn and turn,
But no longer in my head,
Now I dance to live, and learn!


Details | Free verse | |

Devils Dancing at My Door

I feel it again, I know why but I can't stop it
Rage running through veins so cold
Fueling a furnace, old as time
RULER do you dance outside my door?

Repentance my sweet compensation for this tragedy
How you loathe me now, pitch black succubi
Cry like the one you can no longer touch
I am not yours eternally, I quenched these fires a' fuming
ILLUSION do you dance outside my door?

It's over, OVER DAMN YOU, damn you to pity me
You weak and insignificant wizard of the disenchanted with
Wiles you willfully employ to discreetly treat me and,wait a tic,
WIZARD are you dancing outside my door?

Demon I command you release me from your molten grasp
Give you no quarter shall I, not inside these walls, here
I am safe from your pain and the infliction of anger you so 
Succinctly level on me at your beck and call, cursed am I
Cursed to feel you pulsing, massaging the back of my mind,
Devil Dancing at My Door!

But if it is to be thus, I shall no longer open these chambers
And you will be left to the cold, remember soon that it shall
Be as birth remembers, emotionless and devoid of this
Venom
   Dripping
       Dropping
             Spilling
                 Slithering 
             Profusely
        Painfully
   Raging
Roaring 
POURING OUT OF EVERY PORE! IT IS YOU AGAIN, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY 
DAMNED DOOR!


Details | Verse | |

Soul in Travail

Soul in Anguish, 
Soul in torment,
Soul in delirium, 
Soul in pain,
Soul in ecstasy, 
Soul in anxiety, 
Soul in frustration, 
Soul in disdain.

Soul in passion,
Soul in laughter,
Soul in death and 
Soul in life.
Soul in penitence,
Soul in reflection, 
Soul in love and
Soul in strife.

Oh my soul you
Keep me dancing.
I can never 
Dance alone.
I search for my 
Soul’s companion.
Who will offer?
Is there one?

Here are now my 
Suitors willing.
There is Envy,
Look at Hate,
Bitterness and 
Self-Absorption,
Pity looking 
For a date.

What of Vengeance
Narcissism,
Self-indulgence
Dressed up fine,
Pride and Guilt with
Sad Depression,
Desperation,
What a line!

I have danced with
Every suitor.
And I’ve wondered
Who is mine.
I don’t want to 
Lock into a
Partnership that
Doesn’t shine.

All of these have
Looked attractive.
Yet they weaken 
On the spins!
Where is one that
Lasts for ever?
I will only
Look at him.

I need one who
Will not fail me,
Leave me when the
Going’s tough,
One who’s strong and
Knows the dance steps.
Treading on my 
Toes is rough!

Something deep
Within me tells me
Suitors there are
More than enough,
I must search the 
Highest mountain
For the one whose
Name is Truth.

Mr.Truth will 
Undergird my 
Weakness, lift 
My spirits high.
Warm my coldness,
Light my darkness,
Hold my trust as 
He draws nigh.
.

He will lead me
Without falter
To a banquet 
Richly spread.
I will follow
Every dance step
Waiting for the
Day we wed.

Then for ever
All those suitors
And their lies will
Disappear.
There will only 
Be the glory
Of beloved 
Jesus here.


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A Moth's Waltz

A moth flutters close to the flame,
only to dance a waltz of death.
Blinded by the fire's false beauty,
it surrenders to temptation's breath.

In the soft glow of a flickering light,
wings burn from the wicked heat.
The hungry flames lick their lips
for the flying chunk of meat.

A few caresses from burning fingers
seals the poor moth's fate.
The dance ends with death's embrace,
but the lesson is learned too late.


Details | I do not know? | |

Field Of Dreams

Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams 
Of wooded lanes and sunlit streams 
Where rainbows light the path below
And Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow
 
On beaches strewn with shells and sand 
Come walk with me all thru' this land 
We'll run with the wind blowing in our hair 
And all our hopes and dreams we'll share
 
With hands deliciously touching and learning 
To devour a flame in our souls that's burning 
The moon will be our friend at nite'
We'll walk in the shadows and hold on tight
 
We'll dance till dawn and laugh with the sun 
And wonder where the nite' has gone 
Natures sweet smells will fill our senses 
And we'll drink from it's bounty until it quenches~ 
Our thrist for life and love and glory 
And pray for no end to come to our story
 
In endless play and voices that sing 
Sweet waters dimpling laugh from a spring 
The comforting feel of sensual fingers 
And the fragrance of skin... 
And the smell that lingers 

   Oh, it's such a sweet refrain... 
       To live and love and dance again


Details | Free verse | |

Natural Order of things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song


Details | Free verse | |

The Dance

I talked to a friend tonight,
after teaching my class.
It was about a meeting
we both had attended that
we both did not understand.

A dance seemed to have gone on
between one side and the other.
There were hidden agendas
which neither of us could fathom.

I thought at the start that
we two were of the same mind.
but as we discussed and the point
was pursued, we found ourselves at odds,
and a new dance was begun.

The new dance and the old became
interwoven till neither of us could
determine the position of the other.
Old steps were gone over and new steps
were tried, complex pirourettes to a new position

in which we each hoped to find common ground.
In the hopeless entaglement of our feet
and agendas we managed to work ourselves
back to our starting positions.

With the breathless relief that the
dance had been saved,
not to mention the agenda,
we politely bowed to one another
and went on to other business.


Details | Haiku | |

Poetry

Baring of your soul
Dancing naked for the world
Deep tension is eased



Just a note of thanks to all who are encouraging my work and reading my poetry.
I so appreciate all of you.  Poetry Soup has become a bright spot in my life. :)  

May a butterfly land on your shoulder (a poem that has yet to be created)
Willow


Details | Blank verse | |

Illusions of Enharmony

I dance on illusion, getting caught up in the spin, the sad waltz, the happy waltz, the dance with foes, that "I" have made. Money makes me happy, or money makes me sin, it’s a tune that never ends, following the painted footsteps on the floor, when I was young. Now I must spin faster, keeping very still and quiet as I go. No more footsteps, no more dance halls, no more enharmonic trances played for me, steady now in deep devotion, resting in the One Reality.


Details | Free verse | |

Unbound, Certain, and True

As we weave our dance today some time slips into being what is before us in this glorious dance I love so as tears fill my eyes with your joy and recognition focused in perfection before me where I can breath them into life life that we share as one separate but never far apart in a life that I love like water drinking your skin with my eyes as you sail through canyons of uncertainty as if tomorrow could die and you'd be happy just as you are today knowing your heart is not some moment's creation but eternally woven into being by the very footsteps you are taking now and have take since before you knew you walk alone together with me as if we recognized some purpose dreaming we may touch in order that we do knowing the day will come when this beauty will abound larger long enough to light a fire in the heart of a new traveler who lay sleeping silent there in the distant corner of your imagination until our love gives life again in a relay race without winner and our kiss seals their fate to become their own keeper and continue our flame as if they held us as they do just as surely as we hold them unbound certain and true


Details | Rhyme | |

When I am Old

When I am old I want to dance aglow
With the music coming from the radio
The steps we take may be only a few
But, the"Tennessee Waltz" I'll dance with you--
Hold me close so I can feel your presence
Swaying together e'en when out of breath

When I am old I would like to discuss
All things, anything that brings joy to us
Perhaps we'll see a crowd of daffodils
In our mind's eye or on the hill for real
There may be a shepherd and flock of sheep
Crossing a flowing stream from hill so steep

When I am old I want to hear laughter,
You will enjoy my words as I do yours
Building new memories that will endure
Whether writing words or painting pictures --
To have these simple things I'd be so blessed
Because within my shell lies happiness
     -E. Pearl Anderson


Details | Free verse | |

The Field

A wind blows softly caressing a field, Delicate, yielding waves of wheat Surrender to the direction the wind moves. With each passing breeze They move in grace and unity, This spectacular dance of nature. Illumination glistens from their heads What beauty shows in their harmony, As if a song is being sung. Not even the thistles standing tall & erect As if pride keeps them from bending, Disrupts the dance that fills the field. For in each passing breeze Is their calling to dance & sway, In humble obedience to the wind. The sun warms them, clouds shade them And nourishes them with gentle mists of rain, To reward them for their diligence.


Details | I do not know? | |

Invisible Clock

Tick, tock, as the minutes roll by

Shadows dance on the walls 

As time goes by

 

I stand still as the world moves on

The planetary motions of life still go on

 

As I remain planted in this one spot

I begin to take root like a plant in a plot

 

But still it doesn’t stop, the earth continues to move

I’m running a race but I can’t even move

 

The race is not to the swift I once was told

But finish the race I must, that truth I hold

 

Seasons recycle and moons change faces

Once green over here is now green in other places

 

The birds begin their trek over uncharted lands

Kids in the street dance to songs from marching bands

 

With age comes wisdom one is taught to believe

You learn from mistakes of before as you continue to be

 

You continue to grow and blossom into something new

All in search of that inevitable truth

 

Will time pass me by while stuck in this rut

Will He take account for the time I was stuck

 

Things to accomplish but no time in the day

Excuse we all use but what can you say

 

Flesh becomes tired, weak, and weary

Things left undone ‘til morrow grow dreary

 

Before seeing a new day the dread is upon us

But let us seize the reigns so it does not win amongst us

 

This invisible clock, this standard of time

Allows us not to put in line

 

So we hustle and bustle like ants on a farm

Drones we are caught in life’s yarn

 

Or maybe we’re puppets just playing a show

With strings attached so on with the show

 

Until that final curtain call

Where time has come running down the hall

 

To pronounce the end tick, tock,

The race is over against the invisible clock.


Details | Free verse | |

Dance With Me My Darlin'

I awaken to the warm rays 
That emit from the sun as it displays
A little dance through the shades 
Of early morning, I stretch slowly as a kit
Upon receiving the tender kiss, from your lips
Placed ever so gently upon mine ears
A smile as radiant as the stars in the sky greets me
I smile back in gentle protest
Knowing, what comes next
I hearken to your hearts call
With no shame at all
As you bid me to dance with you my darlin’
Through the seasons of life
We stroll to our private waterfall
A cleansing dance we share to start our day
We lie upon the sweet new grass
Allowing the sunshine to dry us at last
We breakfast on the veranda
Partaking of sweet bread and jam
A little coffee or tea, Mais Oui
The day begins so easily, as you take my hand
We listen to the rhythms of nature so grand
Singing its sweet songs of love for you and me
You hold me in your arms so tenderly
Whispering the words that seemingly tantalize me
Our hearts well up blissfully
They are entwined with one another
My Darlin’ come and dance with me

Adell1 Copyright © 2006


Authors Comments:  


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Shine On - Feng Shui Crystal

Shine on, Shine on, O prism of glass
Spread your spectra across my life
Infuse your magic into a late morning dance
Your energies transfix me into a welcome trance.

Shine on, Shine on, wipe away my strife
Shine on, O glorious faceted jewel of my life
A liquid mirror, a yuletide pool
Frozen heartsong, Feng Shui tool.

When infant Spring's rays of lights hang low
Your rainbow of colors begin to dance and glow
In late afternoon's long luminous light
Your glories are revealed, in prisms of brights.

Your rainbows dance, without a sound
Your colors are everywhere, your magic abounds
You share Einstein's theories of Light and Space
Happily abundant, all colored vibrancy of crystal lace.

Late in the day, when the sun sinks low
Your presence fades away, it's the end of the show
Your dance to the unheard music stops
Your rainbows have come, and now they must go.

 
Copyright Christine A Kysely December 18, 2010

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Cowboy | |

Paying the Fiddler

I was nineteen that summer
  when I met him at a buck-out,
  and I was totally smitten
  by all the Cowboy charm he had.

I thought that he was rugged,
  (and undeniably handsome),
  then that bull slammed against the fence
  and busted him up pretty bad.

I was surprised when he showed up at the dance,
  he was battered and bruised but smiling,
  and I heard him talking and laughing,
  still high from the rush of the ride.

He said “You gotta’ pay the fiddler
  if you want to dance to his tune”,
  then he drifted across the floor,
  said “Let’s dance” as he reached my side.

Mama told me I’d be sorry
  if I ignored her and took up with him,
  and I really hate to say it, 
  but I guess that she was right.

But when I review my memories
  I know I’d do it all again,
  for that “Eight Second Feeling”
  of our first long kiss that night.

We used to dance for hours,
  in the kitchen and on the porch
  and laugh about owein’ that fiddler
  and what his pay would be.

But lately there ain’t been no dancin’,
  just long strings of awkward silence,
  as his eyes look far and distant
  and not so much at me.

Seems his spirit has grown uneasy,
  as I listen to him talking
  and realize it’s still Rodeo
  that truly holds his heart.

Oh, I don’t mind coming in second,
  heck, life is like that sometimes.
  But knowing I’m invisible,
  well, that’s the hardest part.
 
I suppose I should be angry,
  but I just can’t find it in me,
  ‘cause I know what it’s like
  to love something just that way.

I felt it when I first saw him,
  in the arena and on the dance floor
  and I still feel it sometimes
  when I watch him walk away.

I’ve helped him struggle to pay the fiddler,
  and it breaks my heart to see him weary, 
  so I stand in silent acceptance,
  as I watch him pack his things.

I understand his leaving,
  I know he won’t be coming back here,
  our life together, a lesson,
  one that time always seems to bring.

I walk out past the horse pens,
  pull the gate shut…and I lock it,
  hear my mare start to nicker
  as the trailer pulls away.

I’d like to say I’ll miss him,
  his past still holds my heart.
  But we danced to the fiddler’s tune
  and the final payment came due today.


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Ghost Dance

While the Ancestors worshipped 
   they shot them one and all. 
They thought they had stopped the dance 
   as they watched the Old Ones fall. 
 
But what they did not know 
   is that we do not die... 
Their bullets set us free 
   and sent our souls to fly.   
 
High above this shadow plain 
   where the spirit beasts do roam; 
We roost upon their sacred backs, 
    and the Buffalo carry us home. 
 
We dance for our lives 
   for the secrets of the Earth. 
We dance while they kill us 
   and through death find rebirth. 
 
We dance night and day, 
   to the drums thundering low. 
Singing medicine songs 
   to honor the Buffalo. 
 
Though we may not rise today 
   The People will not die; 
As long as we keep dancing, 
   the Ghosts...You...and I. 

We dance for the things for which we yearn; 
Grass covered plains, the Buffalo’s return. 
The fever of freedom forever will burn,  
While we’re dancing with the ghosts. 
 
For there is no time frame on prophesy, 
This is the Vision Great One gave to me, 
The Heart of The People will always be, 
Dancing with the Ghosts...


(Wado Waya Streeby for understanding.)


Details | Cowboy | |

Ghost Dance

While the Ancestors worshipped 
   they shot them one and all. 
They thought they had stopped the dance 
   as they watched the Old Ones fall. 
 
But what they did not know 
   is that we do not die... 
Their bullets set us free 
   and sent our souls to fly.   
 
High above this shadow plain 
   where the spirit beasts do roam; 
We roost upon their sacred backs, 
    and the Buffalo carry us home. 
 
We dance for our lives 
   for the secrets of the Earth. 
We dance while they kill us 
   and through death find rebirth. 
 
We dance night and day, 
   to the drums thundering low. 
Singing medicine songs 
   to honor the Buffalo. 
 
Though we may not rise today 
   The People will not die; 
As long as we keep dancing, 
   the Ghosts...You...and I. 

We dance for the things for which we yearn; 
Grass covered plains, the Buffalo’s return. 
The fever of freedom forever will burn,  
While we’re dancing with the ghosts. 
 
For there is no time frame on prophesy, 
This is the Vision Great One gave to me, 
The Heart of The People will always be, 
Dancing with the Ghosts...


(Wado Waya Streeby for understanding.)


Details | Cowboy | |

The Old Night Herder's Dance

(2nd part continued)

Then late one night before coosie did howl,
I woke up and took me a walk by chance,
Down by the sleepin’ cow herd and ol’ Rowel 
When I heard his soft song and watched his dance.

He was just waltzin’ alone off his mount,
Like some ballroom dancer that was plum mad—
Kept twirlin’ around more than I could count—
It was all sort of comical yet sad.

I crept away thinkin’ then I’d done wrong
And climbed back in my bedroll on the range—
But I could still hear that night hawker’s song
And in my mind that lonely dance seemed strange.

Summers last forever for a young buck,
Yet somehow for me this one seemed too short—
But I knew my fate had changed with my luck
And that old chaff blew away in the sort.

Then one day Rowel packed gear in a hurry—
And I knew I’d heard his last herder’s song—
Said he was headin’ home to Missouri—
That he’d been at the ol’ dance much too long.

Then Rowel said something I still remember
About livin’ out your life as you age:
He said savor sunsets in September,
Because life’s a short sashay on the sage.

So now night herds are silently sleepin’—
And for years I’ve been here where I belong—
The night herder’s song is in my keepin’
And I sing it as I dance to the song. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty Of The Falling Rain

There is a beauty in the falling
The ringing sound as it hits a copper roof
Performing nature’s symphony
The sheets of water roll down a glass window
Distorting the reality outside
Or maybe it makes it more real
Imagination flourishes in the warped images
Images that bring on new feelings
Feelings of warmth and love
As it cleanses the world around it
The mind travels through this new world
Fantasies of distant forests
Lands of lush greens
Richer than any ever seen by man
Fields of waving grass
A dance that started millennia ago
A dance still performed by a young girl
Dressed in a white flowing dress
She dances in clothes soaked to the bones
The blue halo of rain around a distant light surrounds her
As she hears the music of the rain on the street
She looks to the heavens
To the dark clouds above her
And she thanks the gods
She thanks them for every drop of rain
And she prays for the next downpour
When she can dance again


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know this Much is True

There are things in this life
That will bring you to your knees
Whether or not you like it
Whether or not you please
Whether you think you deserve it
Whether or not you do
These things will still happen
I know this much is true.

Some are self inflicted
The cause is from within
Call it your deserved karma
Call it serendipity
Some are by divine providence
Apparently from high above
Totally unexpected
Seemingly on a whim
It is what it will always be
You can’t change a thing.

When the day comes when these things happen
When you are brought down to your knees
And you appear to be unable to breathe
For the moment
When you feel your heart is broken
Shattered from within
It’s hard to know
If you’ll survive.

Life seems to be pulling on us
Like marionette men
Suspending us on its wires
Making us dance 
Its vital Dance
A Dance which we don’t know
Held to our course by its slender threads
It’s being a part of an unrehearsed show.

We live our entire lives
Not knowing 
What lies behind the masquerade
And what its chapters will soon reveal.
Will the show be long or short 
A happy or tragic end
Tragedy or comedy
We don’t even know
Where and when it will end.

At first glance
From our first breath of air
From our very first sight of the sky
Life appears to suspend us gently
Like feathers in the breeze
Blowing us hither and thither 
Smooth sailing on the seas.
But things will probably not stay this way
And knowing this is the key
To preparing yourself for trials in life
For how things will really be.

There are things in this life
That will bring you to your knees
Whether or not you like it
Whether or not you please
Whether you think you deserve it
Whether or not you do
These things will still happen
I know this much is true.

(November 25, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Life Will Always Be A Saint

The stars will always dance 
Around the orbit of innocence 
Where no murder or lies 
Can taint the throne of the skies 
The grass will always be green 
No matter how much blood is shed 
Because strength has prevailed 
Against the dangers of rotting 
The sun will always glow 
Proclaimed with glories cloak 
It will shine against pain 
And rule over its master called confusion 
Oh the heavens will rain 
And flowers will bloom 
No matter how much acid tears are stained 
Upon its stems 
Light will always dance 
In the faith of seeing 
It will always be heated 
No matter how much chill is fathered 
Innocence will always stand strong 
No matter how much lies taint 
Its flowing reason for living 
Life… will always be a saint 


Details | Rhyme | |

Winters Dance

Gently falling silence
White envelopes everything
Cool breeze upon my face
A piercing subtle sting

Beautiful shapes falling
Not visible to the naked eye
Symbolizing Mother Nature
Must we say goodbye?

The dance embarks traditions 
Sledding, ice skating and tobogganing
Increasing is its magical rhythm 
Watching our children dance and sing

In the blink of an eye it dissipates
As the warmth of sun comes out to play
White landscape has now departed 
Awaiting idle for another day


Details | I do not know? | |

The Undending Lies

Beautiful memories of a broken child
Sing for the ending but fear its grasp
Awake into nothing and hate what is left
A passion for leaving and a love for its theft

So self-destructive, I’ll choose again
Russian roulette will tell me my name
So I’ll dance with deciding
I’ll win once again
I’ll trust in your hatred
It’s all just a game

The blood is now dripping
I feel my thirst
This pain’s just beginning
I’ll make it much worse
So I start to breathe it
This flowing lust
I dance with its essence
I can’t get enough

The lies are unending, this life is lost
I’m tired of pretending that I can breathe
Hatred and fear will save my eyes
They’re too busy burning within the lies

Sold and forgotten, I died at birth
My soul is still rotting so I’ll make it worse
I’ll throw out the loving
I’ll build my wall
I’ll force in the hatred
I’ll laugh as I fall

The blood is now dripping
I feel my thirst
This pain’s just beginning
I’ll make it much worse
So I start to breathe it
This flowing lust
I dance with its essence
I can’t get enough

Deceive what is in me
I ask you please
My body’s unwilling
But my mind must feed
It still tries to escape me
It evades me in time
So please can you kill me
I’ll be free from my lies