Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and only gusto will suffice,
We cha-cha or calypso to inject a dose of spice.
We hustle off to work each morning, foxtrot through the day
And hope that time’s electric slide just melts the hours away.
At clock-out time we say goodbye and jitterbug on out;
We hokey-pokey home because that’s what it’s all about.
Some easy days we waltz on by; we’re caught up in the swing
And lindy-hop or tap our way through all that life can bring.
We may go round in circles or, to deal with our despair,
Find someone we can partner with and do-so-do with flair.
For life is like a dance and we are held within its sway;
We dip and twirl and fake the steps, from polka to ballet.
The music of the atmosphere imbues us with its beat
And if we choose to hear it, we just follow with our feet.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012
Waltzing, I’m waltzing around and around
with a one-two-three, one-two-three, to the sweet sound
of the orchestra playing. I’m one lucky girl,
for I’m with someone special who knows how to twirl
me so masterfully, and the ladies so fair
wearing gowns and with ribbons tied up in their hair
move among us like swans, each a belle of this ball.
Now we glide past the lights that adorn a long wall,
and I hold up my skirt from the smooth shiny floor
as I smile up with joy at the face I adore.
For this gent, my pure love I am waiting to give.
In this elegant world, it’s romance that we live!
With a one-two-three, one-two-three, always I’ll be
in the arms of this beautiful man leading me.
For Ballroom Delights Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight
We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight
We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.
We danced in the shadows of fear and doubt
And we danced when we questioned what life’s about
We danced amongst the evergreens
That posed for painters winter scenes.
We danced in the winters bitter chill
And when we danced our world stood still.
For that’s what love was meant to be
To find the dance when we cannot see.
To write a new song when the music stops
With lyrics that caress every tear that drops.
For when the rhythm changes and tempo slowed
We’re called to dance with the seeds we sowed.
For life is hard, there is no doubt
But Dancing through it, is what life’s about.
Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012
In a magical forest among the purple ice plants
the queen fairy floats by inside a bubble and chants
"Come to me all fairy lights and play softly among your flutes"
hundreds of fairies fly to her in a great multitude they swoop
Soft music from the fairies make the flowers start to sway
bending low and high reaching for the sky they splay
The flowers bouncing each bubble with a fairy inside
giving each a beautiful and peaceful joy ride.
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Do I choose to join, this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul, to take this chance
I am left to wonder, who will care
If my life is charmed, or full of despair
I release my emotions, to the page
The good the sad, the parts with rage
The pen gets started, revealing each part
A stitched together, healed broken heart
Like many a writer, I am a bleeder
Revealing my secrets, to you the reader
My only hope, is that you have time
To see yourself, in the words I rhyme
Because without you, there is no dance
You are the reason, I take this chance
A dance with a stranger, one two three
Perhaps at the end, you will know me
I'm glad I chose to join you in Poetic dance
Thank you for giving my clumsy a chance
No longer will I wonder if you truly care
You share your beauty and masterful flare
Together we do our Rumba on a spotless page
For the textured surface is inspiration's stage
As we move in unison I feel your wonderous heart
Thanks for being at one with me within our art
We move together lost in rhyme and meter
Not wanting to leave anything from our reader
If they explore long enough perhaps within time
We will all be joined in this dance so sublime
Yes it can be scary taking a chance
Yet what would life be without the dance
No longer stranger, ink drips one two three
By knowing you, I have come to know me!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
Trying to hide in conspicuous places
a night on the town in their false, plastic faces.
Sweetly they sweep through magnificent halls,
top-dollar galas and masquerade balls --
where always the wine is more bitter than sweet,
each girl wishing for love in her ruby-clad feet.
Perhaps scarecrows are thoughtful, and lions are brave,
and the tin-men know passion, such a boisterous parade
of hopeful young suitors, each waiting his chance
to find a young lady and win her last dance.
All tied up as prisoners with satin-silk chains
they listlessly dance as the hope from them drains.
A piano-man plinks only on the black keys:
pentatonic winds on a pentatonic breeze,
still not enough blowing to carry balloons
or to start raining houses from cyclic typhoons.
The evening draws on -- long beyond the moon’s rising,
a faint glinting of green from the city’s disguising
the envious looks in the eyes of the witches
and harsh threatening gales of the wind as it switches.
And no one is happy, none are finding their prize --
no one knows what they want, nor removes their disguise.
So the dancing is pointless, bravado is hollow
no wizardly magic can fix what will follow.
Shallow connections that lead nowhere, and quickly
the ballroom grows quiet, the witches grow prickly
the lions go fleeing, the scarecrows are clueless,
the tin-men don’t care, and that makes them the cruelest
For out in the public, among all the noise
some girls have gone missing -- and so have some boys
and in the dark shadows, all knew what occurred
but they whisper and gossip, and spread what they heard:
that it must have been mutual, it must be alright
they’re both grown adults, let’s not be so uptight.
And thus they all hide, in conspicuous places
enabling the culprits with false, plastic faces.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016
A dance competition went horribly wrong.
During an Irish gig and a Highland fling song.
The gigger flung his foot out in front.
The flinger went flying, taking the brunt.
When the two crash landed in a heap.
The spectators gasped in their seats.
The flinger's kilt was around his head.
"I apologise for nay underwear" he said.
The gigger of course had breeches on.
His modesty preserved but his chances all gone.
For tripping the flinger he was the dismissed one.
So the Highland Fling flinger that was flung won.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
As I slow dance with memories ,
haunting dreams of you gently glide through the grand halls of my mind.
Where you held me close in loving arms, their warmth I did find.
Fingertips play my heartstrings as you told me I belong.
As I slow dance with memories to a never ending song.
Two hearts that beat as one to the rhythm of love soft and low.
Memories of the night pirouette 'neath a lovers moon that glow.
You held me oh so close as our eyes did meet.
Tender kisses shared from lips so warm and sweet.
Fingertips play my heartstrings as you told me I belong.
As I slow dance with memories to a never ending song.
Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017
I once had a rabbit. His name was Sam
While others ate clover, he relished ham
He went to the bar every Saturday night
His collar was loose, but his pants were tight
He wiggled his nose when he wanted a drink
And bowed his head when he paused to think
When he started to dance, he just couldn't stop
He always liked jazz, but preferred hip hop
He bided his time, and studied the field
Flaunted his junk, which he loved to wield
But the vice squad soon caught wind of his act
Took him away, as justice was stacked
Against the hare that bared more than soul
In the primordial quest to fill one more hole
Copyright © Richard Olson | Year Posted 2016
Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade
Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced
Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow
Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009
Music, like poetry, gets under my skin.
Talks to something deep within.
My body can't help but express.
The rhythm it is feeling I guess.
It jumps up out of it's chair.
Dancing and prancing, I don't care
who is watching. It keeps the beat.
C'mon get up, out of your seat.
Dance with me. Isn't it fun?
I'm loose...now it's your turn.
Close your eyes, stamp your feet.
Then let our two bodies meet.
Jiving, it's all about counter balance.
You push, I pull, what's the challenge?
Raise your arm, under I go.
Isn't it a delicious flow?
How about a nice slow dance?
That's it, into my body you advance.
You move forward, I will follow.
Two as one, there's the fellow.
OK, I'm tired now, we'll take a break.
But not for long, make no mistake.
Song name LET'S DANCE.
Contest THE POET'S EAR
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
Standing in the corner, watching all the love and romance
Watching the twirling couples with envy as they dance
The fast ones and the slow ones, they dance the night away
But I remembered what you told me, just the other day.
Yes you can dance if you long to, dance your night away
Dance until the dawn arrives, and the start of a new day.
But no matter how long you dance or which partner you dance with
Remember they just want to dance, they don’t have love to give.
The dance that is important is the last dance of the night
The last dance that you dance, will be with the one who loves you right.
When we are on the dance floor, and the rest of the dancers are gone
The dance will be for us my love, a dance of love that goes on and on.
On the dance floor of desire which is the dance floor of such love
We’ll dance the last dance together, as close as hand in glove.
The last dance will be a slow one, and will last our whole lives through
So save that last dance for me my love, the one that loves you true.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
Dancing With The Devil
Black postered silence as the shadows lights dance
A dark and sadistic waltz with evils romance
Unscented dead roses, bouquet of dried thorn
Grave ravens site the night sounds of drifting mourn
Underground dark chamber the evil buried listens in
A world obeys in silent decay as death craves new skin
Seen without vision for not all blind read by brail
Run for the door, jump in the elevator, next stop...
Oh! Damn it to Hell!!!!!
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
She is young and free, and most of her love lies in front of her
As the dawning twilight holds one breathless air under misted whispers
A sight she often looks beyond the vast land that always ends in the ocean
Upon the rocks driven by a sea breeze salted fragrance lingers
Waves and natural forces full of power draws upon sound and rhythm
Mixed echoes crying gulls rise and fall as they crash ringing home
To walk along the beach barefoot, she has time to be young
Reflecting back on each step forward petals of a sunbeam enters
Feeling divine happiness every second heartbeat without a special reason
Time begins to challenge the labours of the trodden path
Live it is to dare, nobody has gone in her step before
Standing upon the apex captivated by thought spiralling
Form a sculpture of wet sand, without being critical
Leaving an imprint under the shell where holds precious pearls
A way to expose oneself to something unfamiliar and unsafe
Petals of a flower dancing to a winds melody rings midnight bells
She dreams of love, with expectations and hope to be a queen
Under the starlight where a moon's cradle swoons her with a smile
A hand to hold, the first kiss ... a puzzling thought
Where memories are born a fire always burns regally sealed
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
oh dear what a wonderful sight
a dancing skeleton in full flight .
umbrella open like Fred Astaire
he danced and pranced across the square.
people cheered at his grace,
who was the man behind that face.
he grasped my hand and led me forth
amazed and embarrassed tried to talk
who are you, I asked as I twirled
what cheek you have just to grab a girl
his face looked sad as to his knees he sunk
looked up at me this beautiful hunk.... whispered
"will you marry me". producing a dazzling ring
the very one we had looked at, in the spring
I smiled gave a jig because I knew....
whispering yes.... said "May I dance through life with you"..
contest:. May I dance with you, .
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
Another year to say goodbye.
Another dance for us to try.
Another step--another tune,
Another waltz--another moon.
Another chance to get it right,
Another kiss--another night.
So let the music softly play.
I've nothing planned until the day.
Another year--at midnight new--
But ah, the dance, is never through!
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2015
The dead and all they own lie in their box alone
Covered by sod under the grass beneath their cold gray stones.
As they lie in the endless dark rotten of meat and bone,
Free of pain and hate and greed their spirit forever gone.
I ask if the dead are lonely? Do their ghostly spirits roam?
Do some dance in glory before the Master's throne?
Why do we rail our graveyards? Dead can neither walk or run.
While the living find no reason to never again see the sun.
There seem so many among us rotten of spirit and soul
I pray for them to find their way before their spirits go.
For when the box lid slams there is naught left to chance.
The sharpness of one's faith will punch a ticket for the dance.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
There have been times that I have laughed until I cried. Such laughs felt like medicine that numbs the pain.
Other times, I have laughed to keep from crying. Perhaps that may be a form of mixed emotions.
Sometimes, I feel like flying; however, I know I cannot. No, I don't have wings; but in my brains, I fly anyway.
Sometimes, I feel like crying; and then, I don't. Sometimes, I feel like crying; and I do, but hide my tears.
Sometimes, I feel like singing; but I'm no good at it. So, I sing silently, so that no one can hear me.
Sometimes, I feel like saying things no one wants to hear. At times, I say those things anyway; but most times, I don't.
There are times I feel like dancing; but I don't know how. That's right; I never learned to dance; but sometimes,
on a cheery day, and most things are going my way, when no one but God is watching, I dance anyway.
03222017 PS, JP Contest 5: Feelings, Jamie Pan
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017
Love Kept Alive, His Answer
From on high, nights down below to prowl
seeking love with fever, on the prowl
Jungle deliciously deep and ranging wide
male cat prancing forth with sexual pride
Dancing on into wild human domains
facing lustful fires and oft its burning pains
Finding a tigress sleek and dressed to kill
gaining all, risking all, what a fine thrill
Watching her sexy hips in rhythm sway
swooping in with no fearful delay
Hugging in tight, to touch her body there
kissing her neck, playing with her pretty hair!
As one, we feel the dance and fiery night
her touch, her glow, all seems just so right
She lays her head upon my heaving chest
tonight she will be mine, let love do the rest
Ever so gently tighten the well oiled noose
knowing her heart is mine, she will let loose
From the club floor to her home and her bed
All the lights were green, none were red!
Sweet words, talk her out of her bright blue dress
promise her love's secrets this night to confess
Swearing love forever and our lives to live
She begs it all, and all of it I gladly give!
Dawn's rays wake us in all its great glory
Yes, mystery, was there more to this love story!
Robert J. Lindley, 11/17-2017
(Dedicated to Brenda Chiri)
Note- Written as promised, delivering the guy's answer to Brenda Chiri's fine poem - Love Kept Alive.... The man's point of view of all the dancing, romancing and night of heated passion that found to united in still love at dawn's sweet morn's rays..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
When she was only one, standing beside the couch,
heard the music's beat and began to dance about.
At nine, in ballet, she impressed us with her grace,
tap danced as if born to it, jitterbugged at a furious pace.
At age 16, young and full of herself, full of life and joy,
she danced most every night with boyfriend Robert Roy.
Dancing on through the years with baby on her shoulder,
her feet tap-tapping, she hardly noticed growing older.
With hair gray and kids away, she joined the Country line;
performed in nursing homes, joyfully danced to double time.
She won contests at Silver Games; they hung a medal on'er.
She glowed, she beamed, as if she'd received a great honor.
Offspring gathered with sadness bearing down.
Her finger pointed upward, "Wipe those frowns."
From her bed she smiled and winked an eye.
"I'll dance on golden streets now," she sighed goodbye.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
My Cousin's Wedding
Weddings happen here by the dozen
All are fun, especially if a cousin
Get a new outfit, have to look good in the croud
Make the best of the time that is allowed
The bride and groom get set for the night
Alot of time and money go into making sure all goes right
The ceremony is over, the bride and groom set out
The pastor calls them back , marriage license not signed, he shouts (hehe)
The right combination of people, music make a good reception
Where is the beer, head in that direction
Written on the cozie "I'm here for the free beer"
Laughing so much, has us in tears
So many relatives, which kid is for who
Can't remember names, faces will do
The dance floor is open, get out there and shake your booty
Go ahead, get a little fruity
Uncle Johnny does the alligator on the dance floor
Down on the floor, joined by more
It doesn't stop there, the bride leads the pirogue
Like a train behind her, a long line unfolds
Family, friends, togetherness like no other
Before nights end, you will know many others
Contest by: Joann Grisetti
Poem written by: Debra Falgout
September 1, 2012
Copyright © DEBRA FALGOUT | Year Posted 2012
Back in time beneath gas light glow,
I watch where waltz music flows;
will you notice me all alone
too shy to make my presence known?
Awestruck by the sweeping beauty,
ceiling scenes painted heavenly
as though angels are peering through;
are they watching with me for you?
Pretty ladies in dresses fair
with feathered fans and coiffured hair;
color abounds in satin and lace,
echoed on each expressive face.
Handsome men bowing gallantly,
requesting hands respectfully;
enthralled am I seeing this world,
a gray oyster in shell of pearl.
Suddenly, you are in this room!
I shrink - fading wallflower bloom;
I doubt that you even know who
I am. How could I have dreamed you
would fall in love with one like me;
I turn to go, quietly flee.
Your hand touches my trembling arm,
your gentle smile dissipates alarm;
the room, quiet at your voice,
anticipates your happy choice.
Pumpkin coach, fairy godmother?
No glass slippers made to cover
my dancing feet; no prince charming
just you and a love, disarming.
Copyright, November 17, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
My garden window lets me know
That soon the autumn winds will blow.
Summer’s sweet dance will be replete
With wet days turning into sleet.
An abundant harvest. . . sublime,
With ripe fruits gathered just in time
Before light snow covers the ground
And hoar frost on the fence is found.
In shortening days, autumn’s breeze
Takes one’s breath in colorful trees.
Leaves, shivering, drift one by one
As they welcome the autumn sun.
Soon icy fingers cling to eaves
And the swirling dance of the leaves
Keeps time to earth’s harmonic song
As each season dances along.
September 16, 2015
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
Pardon me for this intrusion
But after all it’s my illusion
So I guess it’s up to me
Who and what I shall be
So as I crack another grin
Over the situation I am in
Read these words of my truth
We are as old as our youth
Age is certainly no reason why
Grab a dream and kiss the sky
Winner is I have been told
He who holds all the Gold
Let me add one small detail
I think gold will melt in hell
I traded in my Midas touch
A pot of Gold for a crutch
That’s all ok I don’t even care
I earned the grey in my hair
I earned the wisdom in my truth
Making Poetry my fountain of youth
I reflect on what my life shall be
Grab a dream and dance with me
We will dance from star to star
Embracing who and what we are
Maybe we will stop by the moon
So our dance won’t end to soon
Kicking us up a little dust
Shaking off a little rust
Then back to earth for a while
I sure do love the way you smile
Eyes dancing with pure delight
As they meet with mine tonight
Take my breath and words away
Tell me my love what could I say
Give me love or give me death
Come closer let me taste your breath
Let me feel your every move
Soft, slow, tender and smooth
Come explode with me today
As through your soul I softly play
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
Shake it, shake it!
Feel the rhythm, don't quit ;
Enjoy a warm coconut breeze,
There is no way you can freeze;
Visualize the ocean waves
You can have what you crave;
Dance all day, dance all night
Keep your eyes shut tight;
No no it's not gonna snow,
We melt it with our inner glow
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2013
It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.
They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.
And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.
Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.
But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.
The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.
So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.
They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.
So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.
Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.
So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.
What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?
What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.
What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.
For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.
We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.
But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.
So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.
So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.
Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.
For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?
For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three
If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.
Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.
We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If not there for each other then where is the hope?
You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.
So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.
By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.
For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.
He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.
So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.
They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.
You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.
So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?
Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
< this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten
and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace
has your garments of thread gone out of time
has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme
have you been cast from your lovers heart
or are you just looking to start over with brand new start
has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams
time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
time stands still when lovers cant be sought
Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11
Entry For A Rambling Poet's
The Unwritten Contest
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011
I wanted to wear my best outfit to school
So I went in my closet and stood on a stool
Looking for my socks, I had a special pair
I kept looking, but couldn't find them anywhere
Bright ones and dark ones, three in a pack
But the ones I wanted , were purple and black
I found them, so I didn't wear polkadot or green
Wore them with short pants, so that they would be seen
Finally when ready I headed for the bus
Mom made me late with all of her fuss
I ran really fast in hopes I'd catch up
Unfortunately tripping, on my little brown pup
Down I went with force on both knees
It seems I have a kinda clumsy disease
I got up and wiped, the dust off my pants
and suddenly was doing my gotta tinkle dance
So I ran to my neighbor "Please, I gotta go pee!"
Mrs. Smith said "sure, down the hall at door three."
Past her I ran, by her picture of Flipper
Into the bathroom but couldn't open my zipper
The rest was embarrassing I hung my head low
As the wetness on my pants, started to grow
Around me I wrapped, a towel of great size
Leaving the bathroom, I couldn't look in her eyes
She hugged me and said, "it's an okay thing."
"I have the perfect pair, of cool pants to bring."
She said they were magic, with a button fly
And could only fit a fun little guy!
After she let me wash up, I put on the pants
She said with them, I wouldn't do the tinkle dance
Purple and black with perfect matching socks
Boy Mrs. Smith that woman really rocks
With my new pants, I made it to the school
But before I went, I thanked her for being cool
Kindness is special it made things A okay
I thought of her, when I went to play
A bit of kindness turned my day bright
A friend is an angel who makes things allright
So in art class I made her a special card
Me in my special pants and us both laughing hard!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
A shared romance in haunting dance vision.
Two souls dance inside dream-worlds prism.
Outside the dream that grows the heart.
A tale of deep sorrow keeps them apart.
Rainbow sparkles on dream-prism’s glass
True loves token inside dreams do last
Outside the dream the dance is for one
Stumbling feet finding no place for fun
Joyful laughter is heard with toes tapping
Gone are the tethers of grief overlapping
Outside the dream in bitter-sweet steeping
Remembering the dance in realities keeping
Inside the dream reality doesn’t score
Outside the dream dreamers wish for more
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013