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Never Stop Dancing

I am the diamond
     that breathes 
     in your hands;
The fine lace to sway in
     breezes through windows
     as I crumble dedans la pirouette;
The cyclone, the earthquake,
     implosion of power
     in your arms.

          Spin me a room,
          Weave me a rainbow,
          Pull me to you and
          push me away.
          Burn me, absorb me.

I tumble, trip, fall, 
     to be lifted by you,
     elevated, levitated;
Finest rags, softest fringe,
     ripple around 
     last evening light;
Raise me slowly
     on tiptoes;
Rescue me, scream my name

          Spin me your laughter,
          Catch me, don't drop me,
          Pull me to you,
          never push me away.
          Dance, don't stop.

Never stop.


May 10, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Dragonflies Dancing

Sunlight sparkles on the shimmering pond Its mirror like surface smooth as silk Dragonflies dance across the water Performing aerial acrobatics like a circus in the air Water dipping on a fairground ferris wheel Then plunging dramatically like a helicopter in free-fall Rising and falling skimming the water so gracefully Transparent gossamer wings flapping in flight Shimmering like a sapphire in the early morning sun Dazzling me with your infinite beauty Some summer days I wish I had wings Seeing dragonflies’ dancing makes my heart sing This is one of my early poems and it is a particular favourite as I tried very hard with the imagery Contest: A poem that you enjoyed Sponsored by Lewis Raynes 15th May 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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In Purple Fields We Dance

Stay a little longer come closer to my heart Breathe dew breeze on my neck's nape do not yet depart Play for me bagpipe music Blindfold all my starving fears Let the dulcet tones of your voice give us back those harvest years Make of the citrus moon a ballroom Hold me firmly from both hands Lift me high to touch the star-sky Show me how young peasants dance Let my soothing fingers trail across your caloused sun -soaked skin In purple fields Come chase me in that place our souls have been Take me away with you where this world is out of sight Where unspoken thoughts and heartbeats are enough to blaze the night.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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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

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Buttercups and laughter

She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.

A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the infinite,
with delicate hands.

A moth, 
Dances within her luminosity.
Flying on yesterday's wings,
carrying smiles that are meant for tommorow.
Witness her as she waits to exhale.

A daisy chain,
tied around her wrist.
A future promise to be kept.
For within her spirit,
exists a burning passion! 
She waits for one who is worthy,
of her consuming flame

Although she is unaware,
hers is a temporary sadness.
Happiness flirts at the edge of her dreaming,
waiting for an open window.
His shadow hidden behind frosted glass.

Shades of green,
turn brilliant yellow!
Buttercups dance around her feet.
Her laughter floats across the meadow,
as happiness runs to her open arms.

Together they skip, towards her apple tree.
For hers is a faith that trancends the temple.
Her spirit sought and found salvation.
He had been with her all along,
I can see it in her smile.
The rain has passed and sunshine now resides in her eyes!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Avi, oh Avi

Oh Avi, Avi
  Sometimes, with my eyes closed
    I see you dance
      A dervish, whirling, like me
        And I wished
          Oh how I wished you would
            pirouette into my arms
              You would hold me
                How I would hold you

                  But my arms and yours
                caught girls, alluring and delicate
              Oh Avi, Avi
            When you laughed
                                          My stomach turned
                             And multi-coloured butterflies
             And small flying kites
danced into the air

     Occasionally you glanced at me
       the way I did at you
       I think you did
Oh Avi, Avi
        We were so young
                Just boys, small boys
Thinking about you still
  makes my day smile

             I wheel my chair
        With light rhythmic movements
   Dreaming about a time
  Where I still had dreams
     And you were in them
          With our tights and muscular
               Frames and our spunk
             Avi, oh Avi.


March 7, 2017
© Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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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


Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

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cherry blossoms

atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch  mittens vanish.

blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened  long sleep.

sky gleams dreamy hues
turquoise shyly taunting
button noses cold   rub
lips plump  part  wanting.

kiss  two hearts waltz  
more kisses  sweetest tune
cherry blossoms dance
sprinkle magic  love blooms.

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2017

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Daydream Dancing

Clair de Lune filters 
with wings
through graceful waves of air
in every raindrop ping
creating our symphony

      spin me a room
      weave me a rainbow
      be my shining diamond
      always holding me near
      play me, persuade me

Emerge in the window to my heart
holding strong same beliefs
pulling pirouetted dreams
a duet of two 
roses blooming

      spin me a picture
      paint me a vivid view
      raise me from rags to riches
      never throw me away
      lift me, kiss me

Come dance with me

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

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Love's Dance

Dance the tortuous path of love with me,
explore nuances of the different roads,
some snake upwards towards lofty thrills
others zigzagging downwards in despair.
Together though we can construe
a life exhilarating and true
as we wander together in wondrous ways 
enjoy the beauty of a laudable life,
build a base to face the storms of love,
and like a sparkling mountain stream
face all the currents that cross our life.
Let us find comfort in each other's arms,
when grief crosses our meandering paths,
for the stream winds and turns
and a new page of life pleasantly begins
Let us laugh together at our mistakes
for in laughter we find strength
and ostracize despair from our love.

(just a poem, not for a contest)

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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Magic Words The Libertine Called Passion

The libertine flails his torches
Burning staffs in his hands aglow
Golden sparks from the kindle beseech you
To dance on flames that he throws
For he is a man they call Passion
No soul has escaped what he's sowed

Good bye to innocence
Only embers are left where he's roamed
Good bye to innocence 
We all dance on the coals he calls love.

He is the thief we call Ardor
He spins plumes of turquoise and gold
Challengers fall, all are smitten
By warm sultry nights and moon glow
Behind his mask love is yearning
To break free of seductions steel glove

Good bye to innocence
His restraints bind us coarsely entombed
Good bye to innocence
We will dance on the ruins he calls love .

Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2011

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On Watching Chinese Dances

Colorful ribbons follow the woman’s movements. I can almost see floating rainbows. Pale beauties unfurl ivory hued fans. I imagine swan wings fluttering. I chose both the ribbon dance and the fan dance for the Chinese New Year & Celebrations - Poetry Contest of Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Hidden Key

We dream with eyes open
Manipulators of time and space

Masters of imaginary universes

Nothing is beyond our reach
Pen in hand
Heart allowed to flow free
Words the oxygen we breath

Philosophers of our day
Pointing the way
Wishing to be heard
Will others see beyond the words
To where the wisdom lay
We all have our roles to play

So yes we dream
With our open eyes
Hoping others realize
We don't wish to disguise 
Yet sometimes hearts lie

If you look underneath
The metophor
You will find a key to the hidden door
In the end
Thats all we are asking for

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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As We Dance

In the sky less stars tonight But who needs shards of light when the sparkle in your heart ignites fire in the alley of my mind. I close my eyes, just to feel me swinging in your arms I trust to fall knowing you will hug me tightly as we dance Under a sky void of light, my sweet Psyche, my soul I keep your world upright. The darkness now bright, truth streaming from deep behind those wonton eyes. My heart has been ignited by the comfort of your mind as we dance

Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2014

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Eternity In His Mind

He reached his fingers to the stars
 willed his legs to move
  forced his head so far back
   that in his body's arc
    his dance's bridge
     allowed sunlight particles
      (elated faeries)
       to traverse

      He saw his lean lithe body
     pirouette and position,
    ran screaming from one side to the next
   in a perpetual wish to catch
  that last step, that last grand
 pointe, to capture small smiles
for infinity in his psyche

 He said adieu to his last dance;
  farewell to the music
   only his ears could capture,
    goodbye to a world of ballet
     his choreography no longer
      visible, but still resonating
       in time and space where
        once he moved.


April 6, 2017
Copyright ©Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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          He sits
      Head     low
      Hands  raise       
        to his eyes

Aimed at unseen
                             rawly lived      
                             how to              

Music in his mind
  He rises
    stands allongé
      jumps and lands
        petite allegro,
   and pirouettes

in search of that          window
                  or that          door

                          wails, screams
                     silent sentences to
                            invisible people

Drops to his knees

                The unnoticed tornado
                        whirlwind raging
                              without any
                          to a
  little ball
 until inner



May 24, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Christmas Dance

Someone saw me dance
in the town's square
covered with white snow
around the decorated pine.
The lights blinked brightly,
pseudo parcels hang here and there,
music murmured muted carols
as midnight slowly neared.
On top of the pine, a star
was shining strong and silvery,
all around the branches green
tinsel sparkled joyously.
Beneath the tree, a manger stood
reminding me of days gone by,
when a poor couple arrived
at a small but crowded town.
There was no place for them.
The child was born in poverty,
in the town named after bread.
Is there a place for Him now?
Someone saw me, but went on
alone towards his dreams.
I danced unaided around the tree.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015

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My Dancing Queen

My old bones sway to the old tune
bringing back memories long forgotten.
My spirit rejoices in exultation
of a ne'er forgotten loving excitation .
For you are my Dancing Queen.....
Oh how lovely the Abba sang....
How wondrously sensual the melody flowed.....
There you stood like a wallflower,
indifferent, lukewarm, nonchalant;
seemingly thinking on other things.
You drove me mad, my dancing queen,
you taunted me perilously, wretchedly.
How could I ever bear the teasing looks
you guardedly gave me, my lovely nymph.
I was dancing with some insipid teen,
definitely not having the time of my life;
my loving eyes piercing your sensuous curves
like Eros arrows hitting at random and at will.
Yet you looked on as if I was not there.
The music grew to a raw crescendo....
For you were my dancing queen
and suddenly I was madly in love with you.
I twirled, spun and tripped over you.
The music stopped, dancers gazed at me
a heartfelt pang as I lay sprawled at your feet.
A racking malaise stabbed my whole being
until I felt your strong hands help me up
steadying me, and leading me to a chair.
And you were only nineteen!!!
The music begun again, the old familiar strains
How nimble you could dance,
Oh how I yearn for that sweet moment
For you were my dancing queen......
You danced away while I stayed put
as my foot swelled with excruciating pain.
The euphoric dance came to a halt. 
The lights went low.
You helped me to your waiting car.
I leant back, tired and abject
Until I felt your lips on mine;
the heavenly music began again...
yes, yes you are my dancing queen,
you will always be my dancing queen. 

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017

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Last Dance and May I Have This Dance

Last Dance by Darren White Oh be my heart for me when it stops beating, My lungs to breathe thin air still far too chill, My feet to dance the world while I’m still living As they still want but now no longer will. Be my two arms and tug me in our tango— Flamenco palo, wrap your wings around My lithe frame, chant me our concluding canto With all the strength in us you somehow found. Oh sit with me and reminisce those dances… Pure, perfect passion, smile and lift your head, Observe illuminated skies above you… We meet again, we’ll waltz soon in Atlantis. With you here, there is nothing that I dread, Do not be sad, this is not an adieu.
May I Have This Dance? My heart beats a steady rhythm Gale winds won't take my breath Your feet on top of mine can dance all ebullient And if your arms get tired, mine will hold your weight No wings here-I am mortal Let our spirits of freedom sate And soar across the heavens, through the Milky Way You are a bright lit candle-the flame will not go out For I am keeper of the lighthouse Scribing every nuance Your words shine so, mi Estrella Living words that sing and sway Sometimes rhyming, artful placing Every syllable is etched to stay So, light the path of your life’s passions Each word a heartfelt view Dance for everyone to follow-learn the beauty that is you.

Copyright © Sara Ella | Year Posted 2017

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Sky Dancing

Looked out my window,
and saw a wondrous sight
Two cardinals in flight,
aerial dancing
Perfect mid-air pirouettes,
spiraling higher and higher
Two winged bodies in motion as one
They reminded me of you and I,
my love,
when we danced on the clouds,
among the stars that night
We fell in love that night,
sky dancing with you was sheer delight
We felt light as a feather,
floating above the trees
Our eyes gazing into each other eyes,
falling in love, rising higher
on a summer breeze through the skies
We danced so close together
until the morning sunrise
Night turning into day,
as we danced the night away
I never wanted to come down that night,
wishing with all my might
we could dance in the air again
Today, I looked out my window,
and saw a beautiful sight ...
two love birds sky dancing 
in the sunlight

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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Black Swan

Dance for me now ...

Eyes of polished onyx pierce me like the keen edge
Of a scalpel, deftly wielded ... the black blood of my

Heart flowing in and around you, warm and welcomed
To your wings, and the aspiration of our spirits ... air

Between us as still as ruin, while the world spins outward,
Ever ... calm coalescence in a realm of chaos ... airborne

And harmonious, sublime, if only ephemeral - if only
Once ... I am your vessel, awaiting, I am your barre,

To stretch and strain upon, I am the adoration in your
Hush, and the dark feathers of your plume, rapt in awe

By such immaculate and lithe form ... destroyed wholly
By the grace of your movements, and the exquisite finish

Of your line and flow 'en fouette', it is the anger and
Complete abandon in your expression that at once

Terrifies me and slays my spirit ... that brings all that
Is demoness to your passion, and all that is angelic to

Your ire ... spellbound by the dance, I fall into your
Shadow, and let your dark wings surround my delirium ...

An aphotic interplay of souls, a forbidden allurement of
Figures, a carnal and concupiscent 'Pas de deux' of fury ...

Dance for me ... now ...

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** SECOND PLACE in the "Obsession" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

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Pas de Deux

My smile is just for you
although you are so far away
your feet tiptoe around
     a shadow
          a phantom
               your fragrance

Once was a day where we were
                               warm and soft
               in morning breeze
I pirouette to you

This                                     corner
two sides           protect my back
         but i'm so vulnerable
            in how i miss you
      how my nights are poor
         my days are lacking
           my aching frame

Every day one small step
     makes a waltz
               a day where it
                    doesn't matter
                         that legs are ethereal


July 12, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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From My Diary: Nature

I celebrate the nimbus clouds
     stealthy gathering in a silent sky.
No great claps of thunder to shock
     my senses, no lightning bursts,
As the rain begins like tender tears
     then cascades in stormy sheets.

Let the rain seep deep into my cells, 
     into my serene soul.
Let my passion grow until petrichor
     is all that I breathe.
Radiance of the sun soon filters 
     through colored cotton clouds

Creating a rainbow in cool mist as,
     diamond drops dazzle
my adoring eyes, mirrors my joys,
     stills my hopeful heart.
My senses are glorified in the 
     aftermath of the sudden storm.

Rivulets from tiny pools run free, 
     sharing their sweet abandonment...
imbued and autumn hued.
     Winds morph into balmy breezes
and all is at equanimous ease
     except my heart yearning for more.

© Connie Marcum Wong

*Note: We seldom have any thunder or lightning in our tropical storms which makes them pleasant encounters. Some of us dance in the rain because it isn't cold.

TITLE: Hawaiian Storm
From My Diary: Nature - 5th Place

Enter A Poem Called, From My Diary - Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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Spanish Musings - Refelections

Rumbling in my mind
The song of Los Lobo:
Ay arriba, y arriba
Por ti sere, por ti sere, 
Trying to get into a Spanish mood
As I gaze at the flamingo dancer,
Dressed in red flaming wide dress.

Hear her castanet’s, clicking in rhythm
To the background of classical guitars
And the occasional shouts of Ole`.

Yes I can see her, steel soled shoes 
Tapping on sturdy wood. She twirls, 
Her dress inflated in a sensual dance,
Until she enters in a tocatta festiva.
Silently she taps as she lifts her dress,
Slowly revealing her beautiful legs,
And down again to recommence her twirl.

The audience go mad in applause.
She merely bows and retires to her room.
I’m there waiting for her.

Not for the contest.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017

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Picture Perfect

(Gentle Summer Rain)

Listen to:
light pouring silver gray
enriched thoughts fall from the sky
complete path towards-
Blissful, Delighting Peace
small ceremonial rain dance.

Gentle therapeutic rain
on a warm summer day.
falls of heaven on my skin 
lovely healing memory
smiling tears 
embracing promise land
means of escaping
utopia in a cloud
light mist paints the Earth

"Drizzling summer rays."
Swimming in sunshine, rain.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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The Ceiling Fan

Like fallen warriors, 
we collapse side by side, 
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.  

Limbs still entangled, 
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan 
slowly circling above.

A lone, 
satisfying sigh 
escapes in between your deep, 
cleansing breathes.

Your smile 
reflects in the brass, ball base 
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze 
from the fan 
cooling off our steaming bodies.

your right hand moves; 
fingers entangle with those on my left.  
I still taste you on my lips.

I silently laugh to myself 
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade.  

The remainder of our clothes 
strewn around the room 
as if the hamper had exploded.  
Your brassiere 
ruined when I removed it 
with my teeth.

Beads of sweat roll down my thigh 
where our legs remain interlocked – 
I love the smooth contrast of your skin 
against my sun dried legs.  

The ever so slight breeze 
created by the fan 
is starting to dry our exposed skin 
as we slowly regain strength.

The circling blades hypnotize.  
The subtle, 
rhythmic hum 
from the fan motor 
mixes with the recent memory 
of the rhythmic dance 
just concluded.  

Your hand, 
now lightly brushing against me, 
is re-energizing my engine.  

involuntary movements 
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.

I blink 
to interrupt my transfixed, 
mesmerized relationship 
with the ceiling fan, 
so I can once again 
concentrate on you.

Energy restored – 
as if pumped back into our souls 
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage 
in battle once again.  

A battle in which 
each warrior wins. 

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013

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The Butterfly Dance

Between the granite stones
Of the dead
Long ago last breaths do part
Memories seeping in dirt
Black birds and magpies
Lace and knots
Lingering thoughts
Swaying too and fro

On top of the dead
Lover is all but gone
Butterflies shown
That life flies on
As shadows rest
Upon ones breast

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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I don't know and what if

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Let it sink in
I don't know the answer
I don't know who you are
I don't know myself
I don't know how to get there
I don't know her
I don't know you that well
I don't know the next step

I don't know the answer
Or maybe I do
What if I am pretending
What if not knowing is my way of controlling you
Not having to take responsibility
What if I just want to see what you know
What if I am practicing to become a politician
Or maybe it's true 
I don't know

I don't know who you are
I would like to
Really I would
What if we spent more time together
I think that would help
What if you opened up a bit more
What if I listened more
That's not always easy
I'm still trying to figure out myself
That's right
I don't know myself

There are times I think I do
When I think I have figured me out
What if I'm deluding myself
What if I can't handle the truth
What if I need some time alone, to figure it out
What if I don't know, how to get there from here

I could ask for directions
Then what kind of man would I be
What if it would be okay, to question myself
To be able to say 
I don't know
I don't have the answers
What if like you, I'm just trying to figure it out
What if, I know myself better than I think
What if it's my way, of protecting myself

When I was young
A girl said "I don't know you that well"
Still she wanted to be with me
Not because she wanted to know me better
It was a hunger we both felt
I don't know her anymore
I didn't know her then
What if I had said no
Had not gone down that road to losing myself
What if I had waited
Waited, till I knew myself
Just a little better
I don't know
And yes sometimes I do
What if "I don't know" is the excuse I used
To do the things
I wanted to do
What if by saying, "I don't know the next step"
I wasn't responsible
I didn't have to take the blame
I could have waited
But I didn't want to

I don't know
I don't know
What if
I did
What if I do
I don't know
What if 
What if it's all nothing but a game
I don't know
Still round and round I go
What if
I stopped
I don't know
I just don't know!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Ninety Nine Shades of Blue Red Flames

Gliding hands dancing on your spine
Playing melodies in your hair
Soft kisses delights in making discoveries
I see your soul clearly

I seize your face gently reflections shine 
within the mind softly brushing 
deeply plays a tender loving tune 
fluttering beats touching shades of sunshine

All I need is my other senses to feel you
Sensitive sensations tantalizing inside
Blood pumping passion mysteries unraveling

rose of this soul softly whispers a jewel
in this deep nile let the stars be my guide 
sparkling brightly winking delight

Ripples in turquoise waters running deep
Transformation in the subaqueous light filtering through
Indulge in a colorful spectrum of joyous release

granting loves magic in a shower of confetti 
sparking magic granting wishes rising from the dust
lips the rose petals touching kisses softly 
warm enchanting dreams in your inner beauty

Come lay here by me
Gliding hands dancing on your chest
Playing melodies on your lips
Soft kisses delights in whispering echoes

true the wonders of this world 
whispering winds blowing sweetly calling your name 
ocean waves rising unfolds kisses paradise

You are a clear vision
All I need is heart and soul to understand you
Instinctive intensity penetrating inside
Firecrackers soaring passion tales unfolding

melting in the embers of your beauty 
sparks fly behind the mirror gems 
opening in the chambers a ball begins shimmering 
lighting up walls warmly in the four chambers
igniting sparks burning red flames join
silver dancing blue hotly holding beautiful
hands joined under magic spells loving like you do

Shimmers in moon rising and sun setting
Circulation in the bloodstream honey lemon love
Lingers in the aftertaste 
smoldering embers of blue red flames

Co written by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline lim 
based on the song love me like you do 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015