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An Invitation to Dance

When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing and transient stars in clusters scintillate, when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly gait. He wends his way along the mountain trails past opalescent rush of streams and rills, goat-footed, on the paths that ribbon dales and wind around and up and down small hills. Then nymphs appear as, through the woods, he trips to flower-smitten meadows. Fancy-free, he leads them with his reed held to his lips, till blithely they embrace his rhapsody. So hear the music; watch the wood nymphs spin. . . Then captured by sheer merriment, join in! For Nathan A.'s ANY POEM GOES Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The Ballerina - Silent One's Ten Word Challenge


The curtain parted...there upon the stage,
neath bright chatoyant spotlight's glaring glow
she stood, a cynosure in tunneled beam;
demure, yet with ineffable glamor.

With lovely bow, this ingenue young girl,
composed, yet like a whirling breeze, began
her lissome ballet dance of twirls and swirls
to mellifluous sounds of violins.

A panacea of sweet calm filled up
my soul as she so gracefully succumbed
to call of violins and merged with them
in artful dance I wished sempiternal.

The beauty of her gracefulness in dance
enveloped me in deep hypnotic trance.


Sandra M. Haight
May 12, 2016
Unrhymed Sonnet

Written for Silent One's challenge using the words below:

Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest 
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Ancient Dance

In twilight, old songs you're softly humming.
Silken smiles enliven your lovely face,
beguiling my presence still, becoming
in all your ways, sweet gift of heaven's grace.

Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
of mystic mien, dismissing every voice.
Caresses known in sadness and in illness,
a bounty cherished, if you make the choice.

Alluringly, you draw the bedroom curtain
and sing in softest voice of violins.
Of languid looks and outcome certain,
as old as Eve, the ancient dance begins.

Sway, your heated honey scent of passion
and poise, anticipating kiss conceived,
shall return my longing, in your fashion
and make my life ten times a joy perceived.

My love grows great to see your form advance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance.

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014

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A Rainbow Sings

A Rainbow Sings

Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
 with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
 picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
 a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late

Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
 monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
 majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
 mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces

A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
 miracle that sends opalescence to impart
 this sky mingling multitude of colors now 
 as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow

Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Moonlight Dance

(Kyrielle Sonnet)

I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,

and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.

I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;

thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .

I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;

winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.

Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire

Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!


At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!

We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!

Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!

At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!

Robert J. Lindley, mid-70's

Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an 
optimistic time in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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She Dances To Her Music


She dances to her music gracefully,
her choreography, at whim, profound.
With graceful twirls and spins, so dreamily
her rhythm flows to music without sound.

She dances to the music only she
can hear...although I feel its lovely flow
and cadence shape her form; exquisitely
she dips and rises in artistic show.

No music here, but just a silent song
created by the currents that she feels;
with turns and twists, she aptly glides along,
directed by whichever one appeals.

She dances to her music wondrously;
my muse...the soul mate of my poetry.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Sonnet 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 09/23/2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged: 06/15/2016

~1st Place~
Contest: So I Thought Of This Line
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Judged: 11/22/2015

Note:  Once again, 'How Many Syllables' makes a mistake.  It counts the word 'rhythm' (in my first stanza) as one syllable when in fact it is two syllables.


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Moving on

The din of cheers will die to dusk, in life
the dance will end; we  take the bow
from this tall tale - goodbye to strife
at end of day- our story’s done now
we say, we had our chance, we had our dance.
Shall I now say you had me in a twirl-
locked in your embrace I felt my once
shy moves – slow waltz in time; but now that girl
you knew, to your final tune will dance no more,
will dance no more – for life is calling- the sequel
must begin; who knows where it will lead, what store
of dreams will unfold the applause we crave, or quell
the tide of hope that’s bubbling, in spring awaiting
that season of reaping to glorious sunshine, minds mating.

Copyright © Sherese Gooden | Year Posted 2012

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My Muse, I So Abuse

My Muse, I So Abuse

My muse crying loudly, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She storms off in a most indignant huff
I shouting at her, damn isn't that tough?

No fear, she always runs as she returns 
she my heart so loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!

Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and a cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was a folly from last year!

My muse and I play wicked cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014

note: My muse is a vindictive little tramp
she makes me kneel humbly before she lights the lamp!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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The Fire Dance

Two naked bodies lying face to face
Conversing silently locked eye to eye
He gently pulls away from her embrace
In touching her exudes an ardent sigh
The rhythm of the moment had begun
Entangling arms and legs the stillness breaks
Like dancers moving gracefully as one
They share hot burning fires of give and take
As rapture comes she shudders in his arms
His perspiration falls like summer rain
Encore performance rings a new alarm
With tender kisses he assures no shame

The glowing coals are banked for warmth at night
Slow burning flame will rise with morning light




                 for contest: June 20 2016

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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The Fire Dance, for his eyes only

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The Fire Dance

Two naked bodies lying face to face
Conversing silently, locked eye to eye
He gently pulls away from her embrace,
in touching she exudes an ardent sigh;

The rhythm of the moment has begun
entangled arms and legs the stillness breaks
Like dancers moving gracefully as one,
they share hot burning fires, give and take;

As rapture comes, she shudders in his arms,
and perspiration falls like summer rain
Encore performance rings a new alarm,
with tender kisses he assures, no shame;

The glowing coals are banked for warmth at night,
slow burning flame will rise, with morning light.

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

The Fire Dance (Response)

Two naked bodies bedding interlaced, 
the whisper of sweet nothings, face to face
She gently draws him in around her waist,  
then gently rocks in motion keeping pace;

Entangled in his charms she's out of words,
as breast to breast they press no will of test 
She gently spreads her wings this freedom bird,
he finds the nesting place for he knows best 

As rapture comes to clothe with easing heat 
she gives him sweet elation and love's gage  
With core performance they are keeping beat 
as one on one the lovers rave, un-cage.

The glowing coals are stoked by heat of night 
slow burning candles flame, till' morning light.

Written by: Mystic Rose 
In response, to Daniel's sonnet (thank you Daniel)
June 20, 2016


 

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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Will You Dance?

Will you dance, if I gently hold your hand?
Lean on me, for I will not let you fall
It's not hard, it's like learning how to stand
Don't be shy, close your eyes and give your all

Will you smile, if I whisper in your ear?
I will tell you the secrets in my heart
It's okay, there's nothing for you to fear
I'm the painter, and you my work of art

Will you love me until the day I die?
I will love you forever and a day
We cannot let this feeling pass us by
It's just funny that love should start this way

Don't be shy, close your eyes my darling wife
Will you dance if I promise you're my life?

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010

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Our Dance, Must End

The lead you own; your charge I accept
Your feet lithe, my eyes mesmerized 
My joy suppressed, hope found
Your hand in mine, my dream alive. 
Points important, the moment more 
As you glide, my wonder is nourished
A spectator, a partner; my roles, both
Your delicate motions, I relish. 
Each step an accomplishment known
The first twirl, my fear shown
The second, aggravation grown
The beginning forgotten, but procrastination key
As the dip is done, my body is numbed
The end of an assessment; the loss of your grasp.

Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016

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The Peacock's Dance

   
It’s raining, it’s raining  
Come see the peacock dance  
How beautiful it looks   
With its  wings that look like small, feathery fans  

When it starts to rain   
It’s beautiful to see the peacocks dance  
We love to gaze at the beautiful sight  
And do not want to miss the chance  
   
It’s such a wonder  
To see them dance so gracefully  
That we should accept to surrender  
Our pride when we see them dance  
   
We should not cut tress  
So that we can see them dance in peace  

Benedict(8 years)

Copyright © BENEDICT JOHN | Year Posted 2012

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Dressage Rider

Dressage Rider

O for the skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs.
Exact perfection without noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.

One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.

Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?

Each discipline involved must scarce be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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Save A Dance

Spring hastens with praise to gift me blessings
of sunlit stories and passion in beams. 
Cold winter winds rise on raven’s bruised wings
circling high above lush valleys of dreams.

The morning skies birth sights of indigo; 
then afternoon shines bright in cobalt blue     
till late sun dips low tied in sapphire bows.
Lost childhood mirth stills with ebony hues.
 
Spring days please save me golden strands of light
to reminisce when I am older still.
One more hour of precious rays 'fore night
to drive away the clinging winter chill.

I’ll wish for sky's daystar to save a dance,
then hold me close in warmth of springtime’s trance. 


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Water Dance

In the watery bed I float along
Soothing thoughts swirl aimlessly in my head
Blue green melting into a lovely song 
Whispering trickles of words to be said

Dancing so beautifully on the toe
Ballerinas drown on their timely own
Spinning in circles big little and low
Wonderful and flowing let it be known

Small asters and rose petals float about
The aquatic surface so pure and smooth
Ripples and waves forcing me in and out
The differences in motion break and move

Watery eyes gazing into the sun
My journey of wet life has just begun

Copyright © Dana Christou | Year Posted 2015

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BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES


While sunrise bathes the early morning air Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness, Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse. Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm, In brightest russets , in the mildest blues Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm While showers of mist embellish all hues. And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops, That my own soft feet twirl in revelry When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop, On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea. Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo. ................ Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016 Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com Originally Posted 3/30/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Ballroom Delights

The orchestra was loud when I walked in,
Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss.
I picked a group of friends and settled-in,
And perused the fineries of the house.
The chandeliers were unevenly spaced,
Creating random spaces of shadows
Where intimate strangers chastely embraced,
And not-so-innocent virgins caroused.
A friendly acquaintance introduced me
To his available little sister.
Turned out she was charming and quite lovely,
So I gave up trying to resist her.
“I would be most honored, beyond measure;
If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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The Campfire

With a kiss you said goodbye
And I know a kiss shouldn’t lie,
But yet, I see you by the fire
listening a boy playing his lyre.
 
The wind blows a bamboo’s flute,
You dance their song barefoot
Around a abandoned rustic bow,
Whirling an iron-tipped arrow,
 
I see why you didn’t want to go,
So return to kiss me a hello,
I will remove my shoes too
 
And join the hunting dance,
But if I give you a chance
Pierce me with a gold glance. 

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2015

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Daylight Saved

Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.

Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite 
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.

Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound

calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.







 

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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A Dance

Now I watch close the shades of red and white
Falling on windows facing each other
mixing thoughts with a far older brother
one who for far longer danced in light
he rises, and rises, giving the sight
to world-weary eyes, long bereft of peace,
from what dark corner he has found release
that he should revel so in blinding light.

For now he will fade, recede, and return
rest his tired soul, his brothers have now thought
and danced enough at a steady burn,
as for his coming, going, we know naught,
only that his grace we will never earn
that light, and thought, and love is sweetly bought.

Copyright © Jacob Annis | Year Posted 2015

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Loving The Fight

Taming a warrior no end in sight
Enticing lockspiel enters the mind
Clashing wings the battle intertwined
Night music and rhymes did ignite
Flames are never consuming bright
Sparking forge winning losing combined
Climax never intends but is climbed
But this dance is all about the flight
Catching a falling star may be harder
For a conscript may bleed losing heart
The seasoned at home it is his right
To only capture midst all the ardor
Victory so sweet but losing so tart

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015

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The Lovers Dance

Across the table they stared and yet not a word was heard
They saw into the soul of each, some would say 'that’s absurd'
The fingers of the lovers sparked, as they walked in unison
Through the door the lovers dance, as they danced they danced as one

The dance floor called the sheets so white; they slipped beneath them with joy
The lovers dance this love so deep between this girl and new found boy.
Each step they danced, each move they made the dance just carried on 
Throughout the hours the thief stole time but no fear the magic would never be gone.

Between the sheets the lovers did dance and each step they both did feel
This rhythm in the lovers dance each undulation it now did heal 
The lovers tango as yet unfulfilled, it kept them dancing hard and long
To complete the dance they both desired, this lover’s dance will never be wrong

The dance of the lovers, twisting and turning, as one their bodies entwine
The dance the lovers did complete, unabashed, unashamed and just divine. 

© ~GG~ 03/03/2013

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013

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A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made

A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made


While walking in heaven's forest garden
a wanderer within this magic realm.
Sought mystical views to grant a pardon
resting, found her underneath a witch elm.

Deep in my enchantment I found her there
sweetest vision passing into my view.
She, mythical creature gracing the air
as if my longing mind brought her on cue!

Needing a partner for her pas de deux
she beseeching me to give her my aid.
Thus began my forest dancing debut
with a beautiful goddess my mind made.

Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu.
I wonder, was it a dream or love true?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	N/A
Total # Words:	100

Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Night Out

Sonnet - Night Out

Swanky event. Dinner, dessert, coffee.
Music playing softly by agile hand.
Anxious people sucking hardened toffee
await arrival of rock and roll band.
Trumpeter blows horn. Drummer plays a beat.
Trombonist skillfully plays brass trombone.
Keyboardist strikes keys beneath a neon heat.
Soft lips submit to lady saxophone.
Eager groupies surround a crowded stage.
Talented guitarist makes guitar sing.
Thousands of people of every age,
 sway to selections sung by Sting.
Attendants enjoyed the global event.
It was, they agree, the best money spent.



Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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In A Hotel Room

In A Hotel Room

In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.

As a friend I helplessly watch 
As her happiness turns to shame 
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.

There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.

Players play for keeps 
no conscience they can sleep.

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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My Friend, The Tree



In the park, there stands a very old tree
Which has been there before I came to be
I love sitting on the bench in its shade
Just being there, my concerns seem to fade

On its branches, I can hear birds singing
And I can feel a gentle breeze blowing
Then the leaves of the tree begin to dance
Watching their movement puts me in a trance

I can see sunlight peeping through the leaves
As they continue dancing in the breeze
Softly, I thank the tree for being there
And caress its furrowed bark with great care

That tree is now my very special friend
Our friendship will endure to the end







Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Lets Dance Again

LET’S DANCE AGAIN
(Cornish Sonnet)

Love, let’s dance again through the night,	
let’s rekindle those great moments.		
Waltz with me till the sun shines bright,		
on the soft sands by the river.			
Let me adore your lithe movements,		
until my whole body shivers.			

Whisper sweet nothings in my ears,		
like the sea shells on the surf beach.		
Fill my heart with eternal cheers,		
let the moon shine upon your face. 		
Complete this man, you I beseech,		
allow me back into your space.			

Love, let’s dance again through the night,	
Whisper sweet nothings in my ears.		

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014