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Details | Free verse |

We Danced in the Kitchen

Hearts mangled by grief
Lost in separate mazes
Cooking a half-hearted meal
A turn of the head, a quick glance
Trembling hands reach out
Right hand in left, a gentle waltz
to sweet soul sounds on the radio
We danced in the kitchen

Then hold your baby tight
Hold your baby so tight crying song
Swaying to Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes
Tear soaked necks and shoulders
Melting into each other
Melting and blending into one
We danced in the kitchen

Oh how we danced
How we danced to the moon
How we danced to the dawn
How we danced in the kitchen

Sweet Jesus let it be so
Let it be so again
Let the music play on
Let us dance one last song
Let us waltz one last waltz
Let us dance in the kitchen

N/A on 6/23/2017
Contest: The Creative Collective Anthology Series 

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

I've Scribbled This Song For You

I've Scribbled This Song For You...

I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...

now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,

la laa laa la laa laa laa...

(repeat to fade)


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

He Held His Heart For His Chest Was Breaking

He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of  disbelief 
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve 

He held her tight, 
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With iron grip

(He held his heart
For his chest was breaking)
She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching
What pains our troubled souls
In darkness
To the point of  disbelief 

She held him tight, to dance with him
A waltz of loss
He kissed her hair
For his heart was breaking
She held tight for she was aching
A dance of losing love

          He held his heart
          For his chest was breaking
          She held her head 
          Cause her skull was aching
          What pains our troubled souls
          To the point of  disbelief 
          Over the edge of killing grief
          In an abyss of cold reprieve 

"Let go
Let go, oh, my lovely
For it is time to grant me my freedom
to choose my life in my own selfish way"

          He held his heart
          For his chest was breaking
          She held her head 
          Cause her skull was aching
          What pains our troubled souls
          To the point of  disbelief 
          Over the edge of killing grief
          In an abyss of cold reprieve 

"I love you, I do
But life is a cruel fiend
Please be my friend
Though I cannot be here
But love someone else 
I will hold you so dear
I love a man, you love me
How cruel
Please find someone to give
What you need most

My wife, my companion, 
For life
So they said...
They say so much
I hurt everything in you
I love you so"

He held her tight, 
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With iron grip

He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
(She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching)
What pains our troubled souls
In darkness
To the point of  disbelief 

She held him tight, to dance with him
A waltz of loss
He kissed her hair
For his heart was breaking
She held tight for she was aching
A dance of losing love

          He held his heart
          For his chest was breaking
          She held her head 
          Cause her skull was aching
          What pains our troubled souls
          To the point of  disbelief 
          Over the edge of killing grief
          In an abyss of cold reprieve 


February 17, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Raptor Dance

The sky screams, 
air is thick. 
Seconds like days, 
years 'tween each tick. 

Tit for tat the raptors dance. 
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow. 
Foundations shaken by spat of foes. 

Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still 
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill. 

Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today. 

The scars still remain, 
Unbeknownst to they that tread. 
Earth still feels the pain, 
Still feels gelid winter's dread.

Copyright © Jonathan J. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |




Why is he talking to her, with that look on his face, what’s he saying
He’s been sitting there staring into her eyes all night long
Now he’s taking her hand, leading her out on the dance floor
Why is he dancing with her, while they’re playing our song?


Why is he dancing with her while they’re playing,
a song we call our own?
Can’t he hear my heart its breaking,
I’ve never felt so alone?
Why does he have to be so happy, 
when I feel that I don’t belong?
Why is he dancing with her 
while they’re playing our song?


What is he saying to her as they’re moving to the music?
Reminding me of a love we held for so long
What does he feel when he holds her there on the dance floor?
Why is he dancing with her, while they’re playing our song?

Repeat Chorus:


It hard to keep it together
When you’re falling apart
It hurts to hear the music
When he’s breaking my heart

Repeat Chorus:

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


I mean you no harm I just want to soothe the pain like a balm And cause you to be calm Here, take my hand Let’s sit here and listen to the band Let’s watch them play our favorite song Oh…it’s been soooo long! They play music so good It feeds my soul like food Here we are at night Listening to good Christmas tunes under the moonlight I know how sad you are You gaze at me but you seem so far Don’t let a broken heart cause you to forget… …to forget the sweet melody of life Cast away the knife Don’t bruise your heart some more Let the tears pour But don’t let them pour forever Don’t let them win…never! Look…you are worth more that diamonds I can write this on the wall with crayons “You are beautiful! You are loved! You are strong! You are blessed! You will be fine! This too shall pass!” So, cheer up Chin up Don’t give up You will be fine Just give it time In the meantime… …let’s sway to this beautiful Christmas melody Oh! Such sweet sweet melody! You will be fine, my darling! You will be fine! By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Instagram: @sylviachikawrites BBM Channel: C002F2845 Twitter:@sylviaoz © 2016 Sylvia Chika

Copyright © Sylvia Chika | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Trouble Tree

Years ago near New Orleans
There lived people who were not free
So every night they would gather
To leave their worries at the Trouble Tree

The Trouble Tree was a giant magnoila
With fragrant blossoms snowy white
As the sweet perfume filled the air
They would sing and dance in the pale moonlight

Every day they worked for the master
Picking cotton  or planting corn
Late at night they would gather
And sing and dance 'til early morn

The Trouble Tree grew deep in the bayou
Hidden away from you and me
The only ones who knew it's power
Were those people who were not free

Many years have come and gone
And all the people should be free
But I'm sure there are many of us
Who wish we had a Trouble Tree

Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Narrative |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
Which way are we 
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |


a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

an exotic dance

an exotic dance
performed for the gentlemen –
mother cries

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Carpe Diem |


Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


You saunter through the double doors
Head held high
Chest puffed out
Putting on airs
You think you’re so clever, so deceiving
Showing up baring the most ornate mask
But I see right through
The mask that you wear tonight
You think it will conceal
You think just tonight
In this hour
You can be somebody else
But you’re dancing with the Belle of the Ball
This is MY Masquerade
And this is the 147th event
You just don’t recognize me
Because I wear a different mask each time
Your mask is cheap material
Sequins missing, feathers askew 
Such feeble attempts
I smell your bravado
Putrid and reeking, stinking up the air
But I see right through
I’ve donned masks my whole life
That’s why I am the bearer of this sash
That you see around my neck 
“Strongest Person I Know”
But I allow no one to gaze under the mask
Sure I play the Belle oh so well
But if you all saw beneath
Saw WHY I’ve had to wear masks
You’d strip me of my title
You’d rip off my sash
Break the pearls from my neck
You’d run for the door tonight
Quicker than Cinderella at the stroke of midnight
That’s the beauty of a Masquerade
You can pretend to be something you’re not
When one guise becomes worn
When it loses its sparkle
It’s glamour and charm
That first catches your eye
Well it’s quite alright 
Because I have a treasure trove 
BURSTING with masks
Grab another and keep dancing
Twirling the night away
Never skipping a beat
But when the music finally comes to an end
When the door closes and the final guest departs
Empty wine glasses are seen scattered all around
The only sound is the echo of my heels
When the confetti lies lifeless on the floor
That’s when I remove my mask
Exhausted, worn and weary
When I gladly, almost desperately 
Take off my tattered sash 
And throw it beneath my feet
Because I’m not resilient and strong now
I feel weak, frail and reclusive in my realm
That’s when the tears start to brim
That’s when I wish someone else held the title
So stripped and naked
Alone to clean up the mess
Everyone else has left behind
But there’s no one to there to pick up the sash
Just me and the sound of my tears
Echoing as they hit the floor
Almost fearfully I pick up the sash
Dust off the confetti
Smooth out the wrinkles
Before placing it back around my neck
As I throw my shoulders back
Standing taller than ever
Wiping away tears that no one saw
I walk back to my trunk
My trunk of the most decorative
Ornate, obscuring masks
Finding another to wear
As I prepare for the next façade
The next Masquerade 

Copyright © A Rambling Righting Riley - Shauna Riley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Dance in the Rain

There you go again crying in the rain.
You pour your heart out and your tears
fall like raindrops from heaven.
You turn away from this world and
contented yourself with isolation.

The rain became your refuge,
your only friend.

If only you have looked back.

I was there crying with you in the rain,
the sole witness of the tears you have shed.
The one who's dying to reach you within
those walls you have built around you.

There I go again running in the rain.
For this heart constantly cries and goes to
the past that was us,
And memories became my only friend in isolation.

The rain hid my tears,
And I pretended to enjoy the droplets hitting my face.

If only you have reached for my hand.

I was just there patiently waiting,
For you to see, to feel
that I'm crying for us.

But then,
the rain may have been too loud,
for you to hear the sound of my tears
falling in the ground.

Copyright © Debbie Balonon | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme royal |

Words for a legend

Not about emotions , which I non ally  write ,
but I had to write something, on looseing a big part of my younger years ,
            less see if people get it , and like it ..

....  "words For A Legend." ....

"Major Tom "is flying high,
For there's a "star man "in the sky,

Will we be "dancing in the streets"
For his music will never loose it's beat 

We all have our "golden Years ",
And now your gone there will be tears,

Your memory will live "Because Your Young ",
And "Scary Monsters "wont dull any song ,

"Heroes"you will always  be in that list ,
And for millions of people you will be sadly missed ,

So " China Girl" ," Let's Dance " ,
And sway to the music like we in a trance , 

Like " All the Young Dudes " music will never  die ,
No matter what "changes", and I,ll tell you why, 

For there will always be " Something in the Air ",
Our feelings, music, this is why we care , 

So DAVID BOWIE, you were always the best , 
Now Sleep and get eternal rest .....


Copyright © Jim Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pantoum |

Dance Steps

As I sing a long forgotten song warm memories flood my soul my walk becomes dance steps you are my partner once again warm memories flood my soul twirling faster I search for you you are my partner once again a first dance for the rest of our lives warm memories flood my soul my walk becomes dance steps twirling faster I search for you as I sing a long forgotten song By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Third Place in Brian Strand's Twelve max Any Form/Any Theme

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

Go Go Girl

Pretty girl dancing on stage with an edge.
Hiding softness with cold eyes that look dead.

Costumes and glitter a mans fantasy.
Not the person she thought one day she'd be.

Daddy's little girl that was yesterday.
Today she's Lost in the rolls that she plays.

She looks in the eyes of the men as they stare.
Dancing and giarating swinging her hair.

Feeling the beat as she moves to the song.
Trying to believe she's doing nothing wrong.

Hoots and hollers they say take it all off.
Dirty old man at the front with a cough.

Dancing for money she has bigger dreams.
At home all alone her tears fall in streams.

A few more months maybe another year
Yet look at these girls that are still dancing here

Lies so convincing one day they will stop
Pouring out dreams never reaching the top


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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, both brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, reflecting 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?

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

The same sad song

She was bent on torment,
spinning around in her heels,
leaving marks on the dance floor
as he spit his faith into a beer can.
She wept for the morning,
in her own way. 
Her comfort cradled
in the weathered arms
of a transient artist.
 A 6 string that he’ll never play here again;
But she always finds those same
strings that tie her to this town.
The notes that keep her going,
                                                            writhing under every moon
                                                                                with men like him.
Hoping the sounds they make together,
will sate the burn of dawn’s solace. 
Praying for a song that will make it til’ morning.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


An eddy of dry leaves,
Dancing in the wind 
The dance of death,
Moves to mulch. 
I've seen this falling,
Mr. Eliot, and would say
September is the cruelest month,
Making supper for Spring
Out of lives that must give way
To future appetites.

Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |




Copyright © joseph Asamoah-Asare | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

Sweet Remembrance of You

Caught between the sun and pavement, 
Hand in hand and yet apart, 
Each one’s friend, but each other’s case,
To the end from the start;

There was no other door, 
There was no other way, 
For us to live;
We triumphed in the night, 
Succeeded in the light, 
Each time;

We knew only right and wrong, 
Would forever keep us strong, 
Never quizzing the road ahead, 
We resolved to proceed; 

Finding friends and finding knowledge, 
We would feel like man and wife, 
Resting on each others’ minds,  
We declared truth in life;

No matter where we were, 
No matter how we did, 
We knew we were tall, 
Whoever would inquire, 
Whoever would aspire, 
We loved;

Sometimes hand in hand together, 
We’d assert transparency. 

Lyrics for Sweet Remembrance of You contest
Lyrics start when violin begins

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


She sits in silence upon the bed
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Her gossamer chords, silvery and fair
float gently through the winter's evening air.

Slowly his music fills her hollow form
as she waits for him to strum her gossamer chords.
A dancing silhouette, bending to his will
spiraling, swirling, or capriciously still.

His fingers dance across those gossamer chords
as she silently floats across the floor.
Tirelessly she performs the night through
never once missing her cue.

As his haunting music begins to fade
and he slowly turns away.
She slumps back against the bed
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Rain Dance

Upon the wind
a soothing voice
echoes prolonged memories

could it be

the angel who sits upon my shoulder
that mythical fallacy of "always with me"
or hath death played a cruel joke
with me bearing the punch line
struggling to hear
unable to touch
searching the horizon
blinded by hope

where art thou

desperately I seek thee
upon petals of flowers
though graveyards of smiles
within the eyes of innocence
who play hide and seek
never to be found
oblivious to discovery

my soul aches

for the comfort of your touch
those imperfect crippled hands
blessed with a dove's softness
cascading light upon a dark soul
the power to heal contained in a voice
that fluttered from a pure heart
never to be heard again
lest there be a storm
and prayers for rain are granted.....

For Tupac Shakur (1971-1996)

"a lover, whose love was often deliberately 
misunderstood; but who will live in the sun 
and the rains and whose name will echo 
through all the winds, whose spirit will flower 
and who like Emmitt Hill and Malcolm X will be 
remembered by his people for the great MAN 
HE COULD HAVE BEEN and most especially 
for the BEAUTIFUL BOY HE WAS" - Nikki Geovanni

Copyright © Bob shank | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Dancing by myself

Dancing by myself

I remember,
the first time,
you put your hand in mine,

the same as you did,
ten thousand times later

I remember,
that first dance 
at our wedding...
oh so many years ago,

with our friends and loved one's
watching and smiling 
and crying tears of joy for us

I remember,
my arm around your waist,
and we were swaying to the music
underneath the stars, 
in the moonlight

I remember,
seeing love's reflection...
as we gazed into each others eyes,

I remember,
feeling the solace, 
comfort and the love in the dance

I remember,
each dress that you wore,
with each dance, 
how perfectly it fit,
and how,
we too,
fit perfectly together

I remember,
the fragrance you wore,
with each dance,
oh... how I remember, 
your touch,
your taste, 
your yearning, 
your passion
with each tango, 
with each waltz

I remember,
your smile,
as you looked at me,
with that look of love,
that look...
that smile
is forever etched
in my mind and in my heart's memory

You are unforgettable to me...
even, as you fade away from me, 

I am not even a memory...to you
I am the invisible man, 
standing right in front of you,

and you have disappeared, vanished,
from view...
hiding in your own mind's reality

So now, 
with tears 
streaming down my face,

I put on the music, 
it soothes and comforts me,
as I dance by myself...


John Derek Hamilton
September 10,2017

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Drifting Clouds

She always loved to dance 
In the gentle showers and breeze 
Along the flowers and leaves. 

She longed to reach for the clouds, 
Dance and sing with the birds 
To please the shining stars.

As wished, she flew high 
With the wings of dance, leaving behind 
Her kith and kin, below on ground. 

She reached the clouds, 
Earned money, name and fame.
Also hired many to serve and care.

As the clouds dried and drifted, 
She lost her hold and fell on ground.
With pain and tears she looked all around,
But to love and care, none she found.

Copyright © Suresh Babu Palani | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

The Dance Of Poverty

The Dance Of PovertyThe dance of poverty woe,
(Oh the cold);
the dance that sorrow knows
and throws
...at each and every one us.

We starve, we pain, we weep
we reify the woes we keep.

Within our chest, which beats-
lies a forgotten heart that bleeds,
to the rhythm of the broken drum
of abandonment.

Beat the drum, kick it, tell it "it is worthless"
and forget it. 
The drum will lie there in the streets regardless;
abandoned for the world to see.

It is the tragic tale of system abuse 
and abandonment.

It is a dance eternal;

It is a forbidden ritual;

It is a tale of life and death;

It is poverty...

now forget it.

Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Narrative |


.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. 
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of 
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the 
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. 
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak 
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding 
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream 
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic 
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are 
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes 
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies 
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we 
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle 
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. 
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging 
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, 
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never 
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. 
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and 
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but 
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while 
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We 


Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

Our sad regrets

                        Our sad regrets

          We travel on through new days light
          And dance to the music true,
          Until a breeze blows a sweeter song
          To you with sad regret

          Yet night forever becomes a day
          When winter turns to spring,
          And our sun shall shine its softest birth
          Before a sad regret

          Come feel the breadth of morning sweet
          In this place where a sunshine breaks,
          And let our jest make worth of morn
          Then lead to sad regrets

          Consider the sign of an honorable thought
          Then dance to the music true,
          When you hear the sound of a sweeter song
          Here in sad regret

                                    By m.n. 

Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2011

Details | ABC |


Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012

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Dance Upon Your Grave

The day that you die I will dance upon your grave
And shed myself from the shackles of your shame
I would put you there myself, if only I were brave
Knowing now that your monster can’t be tamed
For your demons, I no longer could be blamed

Your death would turn me loose
Set me free from your abuse
And I would dance like I was a little girl
From around my neck I’d cut the noose -
If only they’d remove you from my world

by, Joe Flach for nette onclaud's "Let's Dance" contest

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012