I thought it was my imagination, when
I saw it coming,
I felt the warm, intimate air, coming closer
And closer and closer into my left side of my face,
I gave him the instance and manner of His presence
What a pleasant activity to termination
His face was contentment,
What a surprise kiss!
My mind was gratified, since I liked
My facial expression, show it all, when my
Eyes started an ending blinking,
He motion to my left eye, and wipe the
His fellows observe attentively
As he took chocolate in his pocked, and give it to me,
It felt like, it was my first kiss ever…
As we both gave an innocent smile, it was
we danced in the middle of the road,
with no music, only the heartbeat in our hearts present,
pretend like we the only creatures in the planet.
Oh, I was so sad when it was time for me
if only i can get a second chance to dance with him again,
another chance to kiss, to communicate, to share and to love,
my life would be compete.
another chance to share that feeling none can take away.
he emotionally kissed my hand,
And motioned his hands with a fake and unpleasing
Goodbye, he was sad,
But we both knew that we’ll see one another,
Soon, before the next flight!
When the car was in motion, he gave me a quick smile
and inner pierce of his beautiful eyes
Kiss goodbye, I smiled
Kiss goodbye I thought
Kiss goodbye, he’s gone
Kiss goodbye it is.
The Dance of Poems
The poems dance is very unique,
They dance in their own special way.
Not the normal dance, they leap and prance
To a tune, merry and gay
As they swirl, the page is lit up
With colors like yellow and red
The words and dance always
Remain inside your head
As the words rise and fall
Keeping with the beat
They move their arms freely
Spinning on their tiny feet
Poems dance like you and me,
And if you try with all your might,
You could just make a poem dance
All you have to do is write
I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all over with dots of me, you see.
The next few days, I was left alone to dry in quietude,
then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery.
Art work was attached to me in hues of purple,
my whole essence was lovely and I rested peacefully.
I liked to watch the girl dance around in her pretty dresses,
looking at herself in the ornate, oval mirror, so pretty.
Often she would sit at her desk writing in her diary,
with tears in her eyes, head bowed, I was full of sympathy.
One day, she wore an elegant dress of white lace,
she danced and pranced around the room smiling happily.
I was so happy for her, but not exactly sure why I was,
but I should have been sad because she was leaving me.
Years my door remained closed, the furniture covered,
then one day, an old lady walked in holding the hand of girl.
She stroked the raven hair of the girl she called granddaughter,
and told her, "this is the room where I used to dance and swirl."
Written September 4, 2012
For the contest, If These Walls Could Talk,
Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
waltz: One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Entry for Contest: Shall We Waltz?
Host: Kim Merryman
*in the Air Force we had a program for Airmen who were struggling to meet the physical fitness requirements, which we referred to in a sort of tongue-in-cheek manner as "The Dancing Bears" program.
STANDING ALL ALONE
THINKING NON BUT ALL
NATURE AND DESTINY AT
AT WAR BUT WHO WINS
GRIEVE NOT WOMAN
FOR IS THERE A REASON TO
NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE
IN THIS LAND
WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED
PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR
YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER
STOP DREAMING THEN
LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR
YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD
HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE
SEEDLINGS WOULD YOU
NEVER TRIM NOR PRUN
FOR MOTHER YOU WOULD
NEVER BE CALLED
WHY LET THIS EMPTINESS
AND INFERTILITY HOOT YOU
WHILE YOU SIT AND SING
THIS SONG OF MYSTERY AND
THOUGH YOUR CALABASH IS
AND YOUR BAMBOO FALLEN
STAND UP AND DANCE IN
FOR LIFE ITSELF IS A MIRAGE
THE MORE YOU LOOK THE LESS
THEN TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTH
AND WEAR YOUR GOWN OF
RAFFIA AND COWRIES MADE
SHAKE TO THE TUNE
THAT LIFE PLAYS FOR YOU
COS’ ONE DAY IT WOULD ALL
WHEN ALL THE DRUMS WEARS
AND NATURE WITH DESTINY
ALL LOSE THE GAME
Last Cheaters Ball
Who will dance the past with me
in penguin suit all snowy white
Music is live with old time and jive
i’m afraid we shall all look a fright
With dashing white sergeants
ladies promenading the gowns
dripping diamonds silver and gold
Champagne flooding the tables
making gentry younger and bold
Deaf waiters smile nicely
whispered vows are exchanged
hearts stolen while lovers are lost
This is history repeating itself
part of the dance perchance
part of the cost
A dainty Dandelion Puff
was waltzing with the Wind,
donning white feather headdress
and black suede mary janes.
She graced each twirl with poise,
emoting sweetly to Heaven's voice.
Like a starlight in the morning,
she strucked Daisy with awe;
like a pixie in the meadow
she dropped Butterfly's jaws.
Alas, her dance was thwarted to a halt
by two clasping Hands that hitted her like a jolt.
It was then followed
by a Breath so warm
He just wanted to wish,
He meant no harm.
Seconds after, She was blown in the air,
still a bit dizzy, she danced with flair.
Once again, she danced and waltzed
'til another pair of hands clasps her to a halt.
Ballerina, grace and poise personified
floating on air oblivious to the crowd.
Breathless in awe of the beauty,
Not wanting to miss a step.
Little one dance for joy of the life
you are given.
Oh to dance like floating clouds across the sky...
Dance and keep the cycle of life joyous.
PER CHANCE TO DANCE
Such a simple concept
As per a predestined precept
And both so delicately adept
Each step a HUMBLE bow to the sun
Every beat a REVERENT blessing for the moon
While ceremoniously synchronized to the tune
Every move calculated by an ovation and an overture of PURITY EMBRACED
Each of their steps, by the other, so flawlessly traced
Two hearts too close and each to thusly race
While made, by the MYSTICISM OF MUSIC, to oil her way to grace
Following the other’s lead
Dedicated to the dance indeed
No errant thoughts to collide with memory’s miscalculation
Simply two souls adjudicating adulation
Whilst waltzing with a partner’s poised potential
Midst the essence of an essential
THE EMBODIMENT OF PERFECTION are urged with urgency to float
Lifted aloft by every preordained note
As he sweeps her around quite so sensually such as silk waving in an Autumnal
And both with EMBRACEABLE EASE
A PAIR FASTENED and fashioned TOGETHER by fascination while emulating an
Such a very erotic notion
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