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Details | Free verse |


Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Details | Monoku |

The Playground

We are all in the devil's playground, 
now watch as I breach over and hold on to God's hand real tight. 

#1. The underground is never lonely, to many hot dates. 

#2. The host and the guest never seem to rest.

#3. The light will always shine upon my soul, no matter the shadow.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

he is leaving home

                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~

           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 13

Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 13
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’

Peacocks began to show their colors,
In their lascivious dance of passion,
And Cuckoo’s song began to resound,
Creating disturbance in Shiva’s penance. 

Rati his wife of unique beauty,  too,
Began her wonderful dance and song,
In tune,  with the spring in full bloom,
Disturbing Shanker* in deep meditation.

Under the grab of such flowing charms,
Cupid began to hypnotize the Yogi*,
The cover was of the  bewitching charms,
To Break his penance in command.

Kanpur India 4th May 2012

To continue…
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.

Rati* - Madan or Cupid’s wife as per Indian mythology.
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Shiva
Yogi*- used for Shiva or Shanker.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

Cliff Dance

The cliffs were the only place she could go to find the edge of love
the only boundry between up and down, of faith and fate,
a frontier where tears scratch slate with bursts of pearl pain
and blood speaks to the sky for signs of passion's flood,
sea below, blue as sapphire lonely glow
churns the tide of romantic violence
salting silence into a sizzle of desire's uproar,
prehistoric granite a partner in the thunder
of her wet tides and his solid lift of sheer ridges
where vertical and horizontal make love in sharp contrast,
horizon rich in ransom of freedom's sweet space hovers
split by a sad pulse within her tired and pretty body,
night moves into day like a prophecy
born in the indigo of her cool inferno
auguring only one thing, high speeds
of love from comet's entrails,
on the precipice of self diagnosis
a vigil begins, ceremony of naked consciousness,
gathering the raw material of her soul
she lights a fire that burns like liquid crystal
waving into the shy truth
of shadows that no longer stand still,
the cliff dance starts, influx of instinct
imparts an innocent intuition
foretelling with ferocious accuracy
the survival or burial of they're love,
pouring vinegar and wine on each breast
she howls to the heights of His affection
and crawls towards the flames
to feel the sweat of lust in her veins,
the animal in her rises to hunt
through the heat, into passion complete,
life and death move her feet,
the pull of gravity gripping torso
closer to the drop of dreams,
a star breeze lashes and lifts 
her hair and limbs calling for ascendance,
in a moment of reckless roundabout
she hears His husky whisper
of love with no doubt
nibbling on inner ear,
her heart won't lay still
when His eyes see her as mystical,
there is only one law of love 
that she lives by, kiss or die,
only she knows the next step...


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?



Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

Alligator and the Bayou Boogie Band

  Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare
  The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe 
  A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by.
  Though much more then the Entertainer inside ~

  This Man a poet , a man of wisdom and power 
  Playing his cordless accordion or Guitar on the tiny Bar
  Powerful stares , people dancing crazy underneath a moonlit sky
  His trance , a spell on others , not to be denied 

  A Force stronger then you will know , be dared to reckon with 
  His name was given at birth for a reason , A Scorpio
  Legacy throughout Europe and deep woods in the Bayou 
  Alligator loved by many , playing Jimmy Hendrix to Zydeco 

  Alligator , the man on fire , women can not help but desire 
  In Monterey Bay, California, he plays , magical surprise 
  be warned if you go with date to see him  "Alligator " 
  At the end of your dancing to Zydeco and blues 
  your date will be in Trance , one glare into his eyes 
  she will be wanting He at the end of the night , your demise.

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Ghost Dance, Part I


                                    Red Mesa Dreamscapes

The sun spreads its red light on the mesas, 
Those ancient sentinels, those fractured bones of the Earth
Scattered outposts that rise as lonely islands
Through the vast dry sea
That fills the heart of this continent;
Its heart beats in notes slow, deep and sonorous
Buried somewhere deep in its weathered flesh
Of canyon, mountains, desert -
All cast adrift upon this sea of hollow, howling spaces.
The mesas thrust themselves up, pointing at the sky
Like great bony fingers cut short at their last joints,
Reaching into the merciless deepblue immensity
Falling down on all sides, enfolding the distant horizons,
Where the light of the nearby yellow star
Goes shifting to red as this side of the Earth turns its face slowly away,
Burning in soft rose light
Caressing the cooling arms of the night in the brown flesh of the land,
So like the flesh of its people.

Dawnings and sunsets, ages and ages, the red light washes the mesas
Turns of the world beyond counting as the people gazed mute in wonder
Standing in the purity of the red light
Bathed in its clean magnificence, purified by its brutal beauty,
As alive in their way, these bones of a planet
Alive as the strong brown flesh of the people 
Who gazed on them in sanctified silence
The ancient people who took this land for their home
Long ago, when Man was new and still fearfully reverent;
These ancient ones were meant to live and die
Beneath this endless paradise of blue,
And to love this land at times in ways too deep
For any civilized mind to comprehend.

     The brown ones loved this land,
     And the land accepted their love in bountiful return to them
     In the fullness of the life and glory they once knew here,
     Singing to them in the eagle's screams that cut the still air
     Drumming in the brown waves of bison herds
     Speaking to their souls in Winter winds and coyote howls, 
     Rumbling in the dark voice of Summer thunderings
     Carrying down to the ears of men the mystic troubles of their gods.l

     They passed together a long, still time
     The people and the land.
     The balance smooth between them,
     Until the coming of the Others.

From across the Great Waters the Others came,
Beings white in both appearance and deed.
They walked and talked like other men.
But their ways were new and strange.

They came and they came,
More with every shift of the seasons
Filling the land 
Like the snow fills the forests in Winter.

They came, taming all that they touched,
The world to them a thing to be conquered and changed,
For this was their way; this their lives' purpose,
And the spirits of the land allowed it -
Neglecting their invasions, accepting the smallness of their thoughts,
Aloof and above in distant toleration.

Without the Spirits' help the people lost their fight for the land,
Falling ever back against the Others' strange magics.
More clever than strong they were,
But in the end, it's cleverness that wins.
They drew their strength from the magic words
Gifted to them by their god,
With which they would call on him for the powers of conquest,
And they were: Manifest Destiny.

Manifest Destiny granted them terrible powers,
The powers to build a new thing,
A thing which propelled itself in a way that none could stop,
And this thing's name was Progress.

Progress, right hand of Manifest Destiny,
Made everything change,
And change above all, as an end in itself,
Is what the Others loved the best.

The brown ones could not comprehend it,
And so they lost all before they fully new it was happening.

How to fight those armed with an oath from their god?
Through his will they held their power,
Never doubting the right of it.

For their love their god returned them power,
The magic of the metal tubes that boomed a hard burning death,
Weapons no magic could stop,
And more than this, numbers,
Numbers to drown the land.
Against all resistance they claimed the land for their own.

     The survivors they sent away
     To wait out their time in being forgotten,
     Casualties of Fate.

So now, the red light spreads across the mesas
Changed parts of a changed land that goes by another name
Part of a new nation vast of size and strength
And terrible in sleeping might,
Kindhearted giant, great and noble in its way,
Though forgetful of its native sons.

     Where now hangs the eagle's scream?
     - Lost, blown apart upon the wind.
     Where do the great gods of Old hide their faces?
     - They sleep, infusing the Earth with their dreams.

     Where walks the demon named Progress?
     Only look, his marks is everywhere.

Now we live in the long forgetting-time,
When the wrinkled elders sit in their ramshackle homes
The driftwood of some primeval sea's recession,
And dream.

They dream, in a fog blurred with the alcohol poison,
Of the stories of fathers and grandfathers,
Tasting memories again and again,
The salt lick of remembered moments aging like strange wine.

They dream of the ending-time,
Of the last stand made
In the face of the endless advance
When Progress buried the world in its relentless avalanche,
The dream of the wearied few,
Worn and shaken in disaster's wake,
Gathered one last time on the heartless plains.

They take a long straight look into the land of the Dead,
The shadowland out of sight beside our own,
Where the gone-before walk and watch in silence
The steady procession of the living,
Existing as memories until the time of reunion.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

My Bitter Sweet Dance With A Stranger

She rotates under the balance of my hands sweet memories we derive unfamiliar dance steps, mistakes already reaching five but with the reception of her smile, I thrive. The stream of her tender archive into it I completely dive even when our minds sometimes disagree with the jive mysteriously to our pleasure, both hearts connive. Gradually clicking and stepping the motion is set, we drive our bodies, dependent on each other like the bee and its hive envious cohesion, sweet emotions and heated passions we unconsciously contrive our heartbeat, impulses and gazes taking over despite the melody of the music so alive. The licks of our skins and my loan of her waist are taking this dance to a level we won’t survive a lot in both minds which all stimulate and also deprive. Our thoughts so secretive yet having one loud voice as we strive the gossip of my body rhythm says it all “I am so ready to swive” The bell of caution rings my senses and morality revive as the sign of a “no trespass” is conspicuous on her delightful finger.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tail-rhyme |

The witches winds are blowing

 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.

 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                            Shanity Rain 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 4

Ref. Tandava Nritya* please see my Blog posted on 17th Feb Tandava Nritya or the Dance of ...

Prelude  of this story is given in part 1 of the epic.

When the Earth was in danger 4 of  

When her beautiful feet’s, touched the ground with a thrilling rhythm, 
To perform the best of their skills and the magic of her body and mind, 
She started her best the most eloquent steps, no one could follow that day,
As Urvashi was performing an art, which no one has ever performed.  14

A unique dance to match the rhythms of Shiva’s Tandava Nritya*, which
No one was capable to watch, such was the speed & elegance of her dance,
Even Gods and Goddesses too, could not understand what was happening,
Such was the beauty of her moving hands, thrilling body, her legs, feet’s and
The grace and beauty of Urvashi’s unprecedented magical dance.       15

To enchant Lord Shiva*, the Nature’s beauty and its wine splashed so high, 
That it touched the sky, wetting everything in its mood and flavor,
To fill the atmosphere more intoxicating, than the Sura* of heaven,
Everyone was only standing astonished, stunned with eyes wide opened. 16

When Urvashi’s feet’s touched the ground, no one could understand and 
When the drumbeats started to match her fleeing steps, again no one could follow,
The season had changed by then, by the presence of Basant* and
The Earth too began to play, a lofty musical notes on the ground and air,
To spread the intoxicating music and fragrance all around in the air.    17

By then the spectators of that divine dance, had lost their senses,
 By the flowing intoxication everywhere in the air, 
This unique happening on Earth, no one could ever understand completely,
As Spring had swept away the mind and their hearts, and 
The senses of everyone were  under the complete influence of 
Lord Shiva’s favorites, Nature, the Earth and the season of Spring.     18

Kanpur India 20th Feb 3011                            to continue in 5 /  

Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Urvashi* was one of the most beautiful Apsara* of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer.  

Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens.
Dispenser of rain.

Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring. 

Sura*  a Sanskrit Hindi word means Nectar like wine of heaven.
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

Details | ABC |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Dance for Dionysus

Tanka/ Haiku

Drunken Roman Bacchante (1)  footnotes 
God of the Maenads'  (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants

Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture

Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-                  
Succubus eat them alive
Gynarchy apothesized

Bacchanalians' (4)
Hold wild dances- Worship
Drunken honored god
Children and men torn apart
In a sensuous moment

Oh! Oh how we sing!
Dionysus flows his wine
How we rhyme and chime-
Frenzied ****ing in circle
Prove to Him our Miracle

"Your desires speak-
My beloved enchantress
Sweat, dance, Love for Me
Use My phallice, drink My wine-
Worship Me till end of Time"

Merry speak, Father
As life sprouts forth within spring-
   Priapic flower.

Mythical Treasure
Is the lie of unbelief
Common man’s relief
Under torch in deepest wood
Ladies did dance unrestrained
In religious ecstasy.

1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus

2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman.

3   Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
 it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to 
 excess, impatience.  He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular 
 piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes

4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus

Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

Lost ones

All these people
so deeply lost in their minds
In the universe,
could you ever find
Something so destructive,
yet so deeply and truly divine

We are in this transcendental place outside
Its where we all hide
We are all trying to find a place where we will forever reside
We are just playing
No need to get a fright
We are all really, 
just very high...
Chasing the night
Flying through never ending time
Searching in the darkness,
for a trace of light
The heavenly skies...

No need to cry
They just want you to die
So that they can forever,
and never, say goodbye

Aim high
The heavens behold 
An unremarkable sight

There is a battle, a never ending fight
in our minds
Kiss the sky
Where the angel birds fly

Hermes takes over the night
To give our children a fright
He calls upon the darkness in our eyes
He sucks out our spirits love supply
Hermes, why?
Do we either love or hate inside?
Are we just tempting fate?
We don't know where to hide...

Bring back the light of day
While darkness slowly fades away
to the rhythm of love
we sway today.

Copyright © Dani Elle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Romany Gypsy

With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl

Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes flashing enticing messages 
as the men flock to her a mocking laugh

Siren of the senses as well she knows
she taunts and teases as she grabs hold
only to push her admirer head over heels
leaving him stunned and dazed in the dirt

In a puff of smoke she vanishes from view
long rolls of drums call to her to come back
the men look in vain for her return
a soft voice enticingly calls from the shadows

Singing of long journeys to far away exotic places
of caravan wheels swishing and of horses gavotting
of smokey camp fires bristling with full cauldrons
no clue to what lies within just enticing smells

She tells of lovers she has known in distant past
entreating the men, who try their luck to no avail
she sits brushing her long raven black hair of curls
and the sparks fly giving her an ethereal appearance

The fires die low and still she has not yet chosen
it seems she is waiting for someone not now here
flashes of lightening fork across the sullen skies
and the skies open in deluges of rain and thunder

As her admirers scatter seeking shelter she laughs
spinning round and round hair flying out scattering
droplets that glisten and sparkle in pale light
at last she crumbles done to the sodden ground 

A mighty flash of lightening rends the sky in half
highlighting a jet black horse rearing up high
she runs forward laughing he is here, he has come
her gypsy king, he swings her up before him and turns

As the summer storm fades the last fork shows
the two lovers high-lit on the rolling hill
then gone, gone to their secret place of tryst
she leaves lingering memories in men's minds of what might have been

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 1of 8


This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction……………..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 

When the Universe was in danger   1 of 4 

The cascading spring of poetry or anger, start flowing,
When pain got absorbed, in one’s mind and heart,
And the agonies of   heart, show their somber face,
When they dance on the lips, while words take shapes.01

The utterance becomes a melody or a loud voice of thunder,
Depending upon the depths, of pain and piercing thorns,
When tears start rolling from eyes, without stopping for a while,
Like the streams which keep flowing,   without ever stopping.  

When the waves of pains, strike high touching the air and,
The separation from love splashes against the sky,
It takes shape as a pain of heart, and goes-up like high waves or, 
It burst like heated lava, coming from a Volcano’s chest.    03

Suppressed pain strikes the rocks, when they comes on its way,
The sea of turmoil creates a fearful noise,   while hitting the rocks,
The anger then burst, like the sea surf covering the mighty rocks,
To engulf everything coming, before the raging mind and heart. 04

Considering the end to save the lives, the earth started shouting loudly,
As if the Tandava Nritya*, had started to engulf the earth,
O Please Stop, You are the God of creation & destruction too,
Have mercy, O Shiva*, O Please stop, your Tandava Nitrya,*
Or else the whole earth would forever come to a halt.   05


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Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus, who is also the source of all creations and
distractions. Shiva’s Tandava is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the
destroyer of the universe.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |

God's Power

         I'm sitting here and gazing upon the
      rhymic dance of these trees and their leaves.
I'm amzaed of their timing to move and come to a
complete motionless state ofexistence.

          The conductor of orchestrate sounds of the evening,
the wind. He commands this precise ritual dance as though life
moves constant.

            Suddently, the conductor commands
        complete silence and the wind cease its order
    for the dance.  Still I am held in awe and a wonderous
           solace of this majestic affair reveals God's

Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 6

When the Earth was in danger     6 

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger,  which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled  it  can also
be converted into  creative energy. The incident is from the 
mythology of Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the 
supreme God of Hindus started one day his Tandava Nritya * or the
Dance of destruction and how it was controlled …  ..
What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  

Part 6 
Spring Goddess was stunned and speechless for a while, 
When the Earth noticed something new in Urvashi* 
Even the enchanting magic of spring too, 
was wondering with eyes wide open,

The fall of Urvashi* may lead to an end,
of everyone’s hopes and dreams,
The only thought hovering on their mind was that 
the end of Earth was inevitable.

Because the last of their hopes to save the Earth 
had fainted with the fall of Urvashi,*

Everyone had started in their mind, 
the beginning of the reverse counting.

They feared because of the fall of Urvashi,* 
which had stopped the Tandava* dance of Lord Shiva,

The cosmic destruction of the Earth and the Universe would start,
Any moment from the third* eye of Lord Shiva.   23

By then, Urvashi* and the goddess of spring 
had created an unprecedented intoxication in the air,

The entire earth was under the effect of that wonderful wine of Nature,

The enchantment had started mildly effecting Shiva,* and 
it had even started cooling down,
the fire of anger burning with in Lord Shiva.

The dance effects created by the magically dancing Urvashi * and
the season of spring were in their full bloom, 
while unknowingly touching the mind and steps of  Lord Shiva, 

The dancing steps of Urvashi* and the floating aroma of the 
Goddess of spring had started creating by then, 
a chain on the steps of Lord Shiva.

The lava of anger in Shiva’s third eye Trinetra,* 
had started cooling down by then slowly. 24

Kanpur India 09th March 2011					to continue in 7

Urvashi* was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer & singer.  
Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.
Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Third eye or Trinetra*  means- The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center
of our forehead.
Lord Indira* - is the gods & Lord of Heaven in Hindu mythology. He is also the God of

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Dance of the Damselfly

Across the moor
To Wicken Fen
Where brume swallows all
Into mire, of the life,
                                      At river‘s end

But, begins 
The serenades of dawn, unto sipid dew
And they gather into warmth 
Upon and onto rising shines,
                                     Of morning plume

She mist 
Of the brittle heath 
You may slip away
But, what does awaken, nymphs of lore
                                     Poised to face this day

And in trust 
Beauty charms the wind 
Upon what was last 
                                     Of once a virgin wing

Over forenoon lust, a blush 
Swoon those marsh lily eyes
And perch upon fragrance of Lady’s slipper
Thus, the dance romantic
                                     Of the Fenland Damselfly

Round twiddle round and through
As Adler to the willow
A maiden’s flight in sapphire circles
Alluring danseur fly a ready
                                      Hasten, beset to follow

Bestride, thus straddle oft 
Atop the grain shallow reed
Softer cross the moss of peat to settle
To end nature's pretense
                                       Sow and plant its seed

Here aloft the glisten, venery ends
Vixen drinks in insect life
Of instinct passions by danseur prey
A finale at river’s fen, resets the stage
                                          Once again to the "Dance of the Damselfly"

Copyright © Michael Smith | 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 | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 3

When the Earth was in danger     3/8
Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 2)

Then the most beautiful Urvashi* was called, from the heavenly court of Indira*,
To perform a unique dance, before Lord Shiva* who was lost in his Tandava Nritya*,
To calm the heat of his temper, which was burning like lava with in his chest  and
Which was trying to come out, through his dance of destruction to engulf the Earth. 10

Apsara Urvashi* started that day, 
Her unrestrained performance of a beautiful matchless dance, 
So that the inhabitants of this Earth, 
Could be saved from the lava like fire of Tandava* at any cost,
Even the Goddess of the seasons, 
Had spreads its intoxicating wine that day, to make Urvashi’s dance more enchanting.

The season of spring Basant*  had made it more blooming  &  intoxicating,
In every new step, Urvashi was breathing,
All that was only to distract,  the attention of Lord Shiva from his Tandava.11

Urvashi* was freely performing that day,  
Her life’s best and the most elegant dance,
Being an incarnation of beauty she knew, 
It was the last chance to save the Earth, 
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or else 
The whole earth will get burnt  with the flow of heated lava, 
Which was generating within His third eye Trinetra*12

To make her dance more appealing and effective, the season of Spring* 
Had defused  the air and atmosphere, with a fragrance and beauty unparallel,
Even the Goddess of Nature the Earth too,  was flowing a unique melody in the air,
The effects of these powerful wines were more intoxicating than the Sura* of heaven,*13

They all including the Gods and Goddesses, at that time were only praying with a wish,
That the beauty of Urvashi and her enchanting dance, with the intoxicating effect of,
Nature’s fragrance and melody flowing in the air, might divert Shiva’s mind and heart,14 

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*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction
Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead
Apsara*   Apsaras are beautiful, supernatural women. They are youthful and elegant &
proficient in the art of dancing.
Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as per Hindu mythology  
Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens
Dispenser of rain
Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring.
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.
Sura*  The Nectar like wine of heaven

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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When the Earth was in danger 7


This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of Hindus, 
which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of destruction and 
how it was controlled …..What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  

When the Earth was in danger   07

By then the new foliage of spring had began to smile, 
on the branches of every tree,

All the buds of the flower plants had started blooming,
in that new swing of season,

Fragrance coming from the sandalwood forests,
was flowing in the air all around,
intoxicating everyone and everything,

All the insects, animals and birds, 
which were not conscious about this sudden change of season, 

Began to dance in sweet pleasure, 
after tasting the intoxication flowing in the air. 25

Even the Koyal* started its sweet spring singing, 
in her most melodious voice during that time, 
which she had never sang before.

The peacock also started its most colorful and 
fascinating dance.

The Rivers too began to flow with the most pleasing sound,
as if they were singing a song.

The sky had opened in those moments,  
its fabulous treasures of alluring colors, 
to charm the entire universe.

The Sun rays coming from behind the hovering colorful clouds 
were spreading on the earth, 
a magical scene which no one had ever witnessed on Earth.

Such was the grandeur and wind of attractions,
everywhere on the earth,
that even Gods too got completely lost,  
what to say of human beings. 26

Embodiment of Shiva* the Neelkantha*  
which use to  fly often  high and low in the air,
were today dancing like a Peacock, 
while spreading their blue wings in the air.

What had happened to the Earth, 
why everyone was lost in the realm of a different world.

All the inhabitants of Earth and even of the heaven, 
were keeping a silence only with folded hands.

As they were either praying to Shiva or 
were silently praying to their favorite Gods 
to save the earth.

Kanpur India 07 h April 2011				                    	to continue in 8

•	Koyal = a singing bird of India like nightingale.
•	Neelkanth* = Blue jay. A bird having blue throat. To see Neelkanth  please open

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

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When the Earth was in danger 2 of 8

Pl. See also Related BLOG of 17TH Feb


This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction…..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 

When the Earth was in danger

Anger then always come-up in the form of Tandava Nritya*
Sometimes by hearing, the cries, that often suffocates the mind,
Shiva’s heart melted like lava,   and came up in the form of anger,
To destroy everything, so that a new world can be formed and created. 06

This cycle of creation and destruction of the Universe,
Keep rolling and running like this, forever, we know it or not,
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars and ours the most beloved Earth,
They all are borne to play, sing and dance and to amuse each other and
Then to gradually depart or disappear,  with a silent smile one day, 
Without ever any regret before the God, for their gains or losses. 07

Even Lord Shiva* also keep the imperishable fire of time,
In the cosmic depths of his third eye, we call Trinetra,*  which reduces,
Everything to ashes, so that the cycle of creation may continue  for ever, 
On our Earth and everywhere in the  limitless space, we call Brahmanda* and 
The Universe may continue to work, as a shadow of Brahma*  or God . 08

But then, it was the question of the existence of all living beings,
There was only one hope, which could have saved the Earth,
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or the third eye,
The remedy was that someone extraordinary in beauty, dance and grace,
Should perform a flawless dance, to divert Shiva’s attention so that,
He may not generate the heat in his third eye, to destroy the Earth,
Only the removal of his grief from mind and heart,  resulted in his Tandava Nritya*
Could save the Earth and its inhabitants, from the fire of such anger blast. 09

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*Brahmanda = Brahmanda (Sanskrit) (from Brahma cosmic spirit + anda egg)
Egg of Brahma; the imbodiment of Brahma, particularly the solar system, physical,
psychological, and spiritual. Hindus "called Brahma . the kosmic atom. 

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

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When the Earth was in danger 5

When the Earth was in danger     5 /8

Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 1 )

Watching the changing season all around, to enchant the dance of Urvashi*, 
The Earth began to dance too, thinking that Urvashi’s* dance would save the earth,
What a splendid scene it was, which was spreading a magic everywhere on earth,
No one had ever witnessed this beauty and grandeur, 
Neither anywhere in the heaven,   nor anywhere even on earth.

Breathless and motionless they were watching only, 
Under the influence of intoxication, produced by the seasons Goddess Spring,
The last efforts of Urvashi,* to save the earth and all its beautiful creatures. 19

Suddenly a shocking incident took place, shattering the hopes of everyone,
While dancing with Lord Shiva, pride entered into the mind of Urvashi*,
She began to think that she was performing her dance, 
as good as that of Lord Shiva*, and
This thought began to disturb her mind, 
disturbing the coolness of her flawless dance. 20

Watching the seed of pride, sprouted in the mind of Urvashi*.
The Goddess Earth, ‘Dhara’* thought, “Now the destruction is inevitable,”
If not stopped immediately, the seed of pride rising high in Urvashi’s mind,
Could become the cause of Shiva’s rage and the destruction of our Earth and the Universe.

Not only she too would burnt alive in the cosmic heat of Shiva’s third eye*, but 
The whole of this beautiful Earth and the wonderful Universe too would be,
In flames of that cosmic heat and life from this most beautiful planet,
Would vanish forever and forever. 21

A sudden incident took place in that moment, which disturbed the balance of Urvashi,
Urvashi* fell on the ground, while she was at the peak of her divine dance,
Her dance came to a abrupt halt and with that even Shiva’s Tandava* stopped too,
Lord Shiva opened his eyes to see,
What had happened, which forced him to stop his dance suddenly.

Kanpur India 24th Feb. 2011					to continue in 6


Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer. 

Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction.

Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.

Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |


Drink at the table of men the wine
Tapped from the palm tree so divine
Release the ashimu inside of you
Let your body vibrate to the secret rhythm of Odu
Egu the gallant one in the land
Vibrating furiously yet lovely as the white sand
Move by the sea shore in gait
Hip twisting and acting like a hunters bait
The wind acknowledges his movement
For a pattern of life it represents at that moment

Let the owl blow his sacred trumpet
That shakens the heart and weakens the knee like a trinket
Let the forest come alive in the dead night
The animals’ eyes guiding them like a torchlight
Fire is come from beneath the earth
Illuminating the trees and casting shadows like death
The feeble in mind is left at home
For to go you must contain only bone

Hear the sound of the drums
The gay shouts of the flute in forms
The backing of the kacha-kacha
The wonderful melody of the skirt of rafter
Idu the greatest paces up and down
His muscle twitching upsetting his flowing gown
His toes digging the sands ready to pounce
Pounce he did but in a bounce 

The spirits are ascended from the bowels
The ryhtm have increased in tempo
The shaking of sweaty skins has created wells
Ground dug with foot but like a hoe
Omachile the great surpasses all
His steps gazelle like and his shoulder tall
The earth bows to his frame
And yes…. He lives with the fame

Copyright © Joey Success | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Angelic Dance

Her grand entrance awaits
peering in
vibrant curtains fluttering expectation
her body poised holding a dream...
chatter surrounds close distance
hands joined aloud
her entrance...
streaming light resolve
a pure flower through
her peaceful frantic dream screams
her soul touching each
a poet in her candid solitude
a triumphant dance allure
my breath away one moment
her flow life anew

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

The Ghost Dance Part V

                             The Ending at Wounded Knee

This is what happened:
Two worlds collided,
And the elder one died.

Pony soldiers and Indian police,
Triggerhappy and jumping at shadows,
Killed Sitting Bull at Pine Ridge;
     His horse pawed the muddy ground and danced
     To the thunder of the shots as they rolled over the plain and back,
     Shuddering through the grey empty space
     To toll the birth of another memory.

When change rolls through, things happen fast.
Reason gives way to confusion,
In the manner of beginnings and endings.
This is how the dancing ended
And the Spirits evaporated into silence.

Leaderless, his people wandered
In the cold of The Moon When The Deer Shed Their Horns,
They set out for the Badlands
To join their brethren in the New Faith.

Searching for Bigfoot's camp on Cherry Creek,
Unaware that he was to be arrested, as a "formentor of disturbances."

He and his were en route to Pine Ridge
To seek protection under Red Cloud.
Chief Bigfoot traveled a dying man, chest rattling with the wood of his wagon.

He ran up the white flag,
Parlayed with the pony soldiers who stopped them.
Major Whiteside said to go to the cavalry camp at Wounded Knee Creek.
Chief Bigfoot nodded,
Red drops raining from his nose
To make red flower stains on the snow.

They arrived in the twilight,
With pony soldiers all 'round in the frozen glow,
Ice crystals flashing in the air like Winter fireflies.

     Somewhere nearby, the Dancers all knew,
     The heart of Crazy Horse lay buried in a secret place
     Somewhere his Spirit walked, in converse with the winds.

Major Whiteside posted his men about the camp,
Placed cannon on a rise,
Sent his surgeon to see to the Chief.

     In the deep, bitter darkness
     The new 7th Cavalry arrived,
     Set up 2 more guns
     Spent the night drinking whiskey.

Came dawn, the prisoners were assembled and told to disarm.
Unsatisfied, the soldier chiefs had the teepees searched,
Then, finally, the warriors' blankets as well.

Their Shaman, Yellow Bird, had had enough.
Strong in his faith, he stamped the Ghost Dance steps into the snow,
Singing a Sacred Song.
"The bullets will not go towards you;
The Bullets will lose their way."

What followed might yet have been avoided,
But at last the soldiers found a gun.

Black Coyote, who was deaf, resisted,
And somehow, it went off.

     With that, the killing ensued.

In the chaos that followed
Carbine fire made death;
White smoke rolled like fog over the fallen.
The guns on the hills roared like Heaven and Earth
Being torn asunder;
Shreds of teepees, women and children
Blew like scattering leaves
And blood fell to frost like hot rain.

     And what of the magic Ghost Shirts?
     - Back to buffalo hides; the Great God had changed sides again.

The Shades of the Ancestors stood by in silence
Robbed of Faith's power
As the dying stared into the slate sky
That heralded a coming blizzard on its descending breath.
It was the End, All knew it was so.

In madness' aftermath
Pony soldiers collected the wounded,
Piled them on open carts like cordwood,
And rode on back to Pine Ridge.

Their caravan arrived in the velvet darkness.

Their dead lay where they fell,
Contorting into strange frozen shapes
Beneath the snow that fell all night to bury them,
Holding a great Counsel with the Ancestors
Full of such questions and answers as only the Gone-Before conceive.

The Pine Ridge barracks were full,
So the wounded were left out in the bite of the wind
While other accommodation was sought.
At last the Episcopal Mission was opened,
And the broken and bleeding brought in and lain on hay.

     'Twas 4 days past Christmas,
     Year of the Christ, 1890.
     Festive greenery yet hung about,
     And by candlelight those mothers who could read,
     As they lay groaning in this rough Nativity
     Could scan the words writ large
     On a banner above the pulpit:

"Why, oh Why," they must have thought,
"Fathers, were we yet forsaken again?
Was it too little Faith, or too much?

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016