Wild Mango Fandango
Tongues of my temptress fire lick, arousing your ardent artistic desire,
If you dare, imagine me – the intensity - capture me, take your chance;
I’ll love you, leave you, please you, tease you, traipse you, take you heavenly higher,
I am your diva, drama queen, prima donna, your fierce flamenco dance!
Scarlet swirls sweeping and dervish whirls weeping, we are a fluorescent fandango.
In my virtual veins flows your ink ; I am your lust, your lament, your confession.
Wrapped in rippling rhyme, your stargazing skin I wear, I am your tastebuds, your wild mango,
Infuse my lyrical lilt your angst, beauty, magic… I’m your rhapsodic obsession.
I am your bird-of-passionate-paradise, plumage preened with geranium esprit,
In rapt rhythm, twirl me in provocative pirouettes, flare the sensual skirts of your mind.
With your humming heartbeat I pulsate; you love me, hate me, need me.., you can’t live without me,
I embody the designs, dancing across your page, of our pillow talk poetically lined.
Forge my nature in the flaming fervor of your mesmerizing muse, I am your ingénue;
Soulful seduction strumming my spirit to liveliness with an effleurage of emotion...
I’m the creation of your inspiration, a dazzling display of ravish red and citrine hue,
In prose I pose arabesque, till verse vivacious sets me free; I am your poetry in motion.
~ 1st Place ~
Contest: Poems That Paint a Picture 3
Sponsor: Silent One
(Based on a painting provided by Silent One on contest page)
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017
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.
Copyright © Ncumisa Siko | Year Posted 2014
Winter put on his white coat
Whispered softly to the wind
Come and dance with me
We will whirl and twirl in delight
As we dance across this country wide
Wind gave a sigh in sweet refrain
She took the arm of his coat
Together they found a rhythm
And danced the night away.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Sandhya Srinivasan | Year Posted 2015
the zones above gracefully open
clouds heavy and light, moisture laden
dark and bright
it pours down
a calming thunder
raindrops, splish splash
flying from the skies
and kissing the grounds
tapping tunes fill the air
waltzing in descending stairs
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2012
“Obstacle In Our Path”
Side to side
Side to side
Rhythmically rocking my enormous body and head
Side to side
Side to side
Like a pendulum my trunk swings side to side
I'm only doing this because I'm bored
My family and I walk for miles and miles
Swimming and socializing
We encounter an obstacle in our path
Humans have built a fence and block our path
Evidently they forgot that we never forget the path we always take?
I tense my enormous frame
Flare my ears and with a
Trump of rage
I gather my herd and together we work and push the fence down
To clear our path
Side to side
Side to side
We walk across and melt into the bush
©By: Eve Roper 8/28/2015
Contest Name: Giant animals
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
Winter put on his coat of white
Whispered to the wind
Come and dance a dance with me
We will whirl and twirl
All across this country floor
Wind sighs in sweet refrain
Wraps her coat tight
Answered winter in delight
Come we curtsy and we bow
Now we dance merrily on new found snow.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016
I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.
I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to shoot for the pot,
Which really hit the spot,
As I could do that without seeing a single sun spot.
My Possum is really quite delicious,
Even if slightly malicious.
I have a habit of making a stew out of rabbit.
Visitors are big on anything made from pig.
It would be a mistake to miss my venison steak,
Or duck out without some roast duck.
My ham and eggs are never green, though quite lean.
Mushroom soup with homemade bread will keep you fed
Til the rest of the food is prepared
You can grub for hu hu grubs for me to roast on sticks.
My roast parsnip contains no arsenic.
I don't have to tout for my trout.
Or make a deal for a pie made of eel.
You can make a toast while I tend to the roast.
Or if you prefer give the gravy a stir.
I won't get cross if you give the salad a toss.
Or set the table if you are able.
We can talk while you find me a fork.
Afterwards I will let you judge my fudge.
If you can still budge.
And I will find some liquor that is still pure.
My apple pie with cream piled high is really worth a try.
Pears with homemade wine are quite divine.
I have an art for the apricot tart.
And you won't get over my Pavlova.
I bake my cakes with fresh eggs which seems to please the hens.
Our honey is worth the money
And our jams are in favour for their flavour.
I produce a cheese that aims to please.
My biscuits soon stray from the tray.
If you want any thing more fancy we can look in the pantry.
With skin cancer on the rise, I think I am wise
In getting up early to watch my bread rise.
Though I am still game to go outside with my gun by my side.
But when the sun starts to hurt the eye,
My oven goes back on high for when you come by.
If you stay the night you can dance under moonlight
And wish upon a star from afar outside of a car.
Wouldn't that be more fun than going out in the mid-day sun.
With your true face scared to be exposed.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © joseph Asamoah-Asare | Year Posted 2007
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
Copyright © Eric Davies | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007
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.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
Be seated upon sun - a golden chariot drove by dawn
across the roseate sky, she reaches the awaiting ball dance.
Stepping down the shining steps of gilded rays like a trance,
she drizzles her pizzazz to wash off the gloom of winter's yawn.
With sparkles of her smile she greets the great gathering
as she glides to the center, escorted by the gentle breeze.
Sweet warbling of larks and cuckoos echoes from the trees
synchronized with the sublime hymn of robin welcoming Spring.
She sways, twirls and leaps gracefully dancing with flair
and revives the spirit of nature with joy of celebration.
With her tender touch trees gain lush rejuvenation
and buds blossom by her dewy kisses into flowers so fair.
Glimmering hues sprinkled by her could be seen everywhere
on feathers and wings of birds, butterflies, bees and beetles.
Her stirring scent sprayed on grass, leaves and petals
imbues all hearts with rip-roaring romance like the March hare.
Miracles of life sprout from the imprints of her dancing feet
as she taps her toes and clicks her fingers, unleashing renewal.
She bestows her blessings to all without being partial
until time approaches her to return and end this festive treat.
Then one evening she bids adieu as showers of wet emotions
pour out, her trail lingers in a momentary rainbow vow to revisit.
Golden memories left behind to be a comforting requisite
in unbearable days of her long absence causing commotion.
Copyright © AFZAL NUSKER | Year Posted 2017
From morning till dusk,
I see your golden face (not directly)
You come so early,
Would I ever win that race?
In the dawn you look like red apple,
You are the god’s fruit,
Oh! Dear brightest star,
You are so beautiful & cute
Are you the crown of the king?
Or you yourself are one of the kings?
Nobody can stay with you forever,
Even the creature with the strongest wings
But you’ll say that you’re just our friend,
And a part of the nature,
You don’t want to take a high position,
You just want to give light to the creatures
In the dusk, there is a golden ocean,
Of the clouds big and small,
And birds are the fishes and all,
And this is because of your light
True, we can’t stay with you,
But you’ll remain in our hearts forever,
And we can never forget you,
Really dear sun, never
Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2017
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
© 2011.…..~free cee!~
Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011
I’m the one in which,
The most colourful life stays,
I’m a precious gift of god,
An’ I do my work in my own ways.
I’m the one, who’s,
Present in the whole Earth,
An’ in me the first little child,
Has taken birth.
I’m a trees an’ flowers’ chain,
An’ in me they smile,
An’ that beautiful flowering chain,
Is made by the glittering rain.
In me, millions of creatures smile,
Listing from the animals,
Rabbits, insects an’ deer,
Lions, tigers an’ bear.
An’ in my sky so blue,
The birds fly high,
From the open, appalling frigate birds,
To the small ones who’re shy.
An’ in the world of ocean,
There’s amazing marine life,
There’re whales, sharks an’ insects,
Also mollusks an’ crustaceans.
There’s only one pinnacle of ours,
That’s love or endearment,
An’ we’re always ready to give it to you,
Even after your bad treatment.
An old man’s hair turns white,
I’m also growing old,
And this is because of your behaviour,
That is cruel, hard and tight.
When you ask about my mystery,
With a smile, I hide,
Left to only those ones,
Who fathom my world of space an’ tides.
I’m the only one,
To whom you’re menacing,
I don’t know why,
You don’t love to see my world dancing.
I wish in my beautiful world,
You don’t harm a single creature,
Save your threatened friend,
That’s the god’s Nature.
Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2017
CAUGHT IN A TANGO AT CAPE HORN
whistles while he works ~
pavement is free of debris
on America’s south side
her slender feet slide
across legend’s windswept deck
~ tremulous tango
he boldly takes her ~
sure-footed and sensuous
her décolletage dips
a tortuous storm ~
a breathless virgin lighthouse
her knees nearly faint
firmly upholds her
in frenetic funnel dance
~ she dares to glance up
downdraft makes her swoon
~ spinning ballerina toes
caught in full embrace
with weak pulse she smiles
and balances as she walks
her cheeks wide-hip pink
he attempts to grab her shawl
~ she slides the glass door
asks her for another dance
his pulse beating fresh
she smooths down her dress
as sea salt whispers romance
~ she repins her hair
Blowing in the wind contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017