Let us share our night in blood dreams
where secrets of the moon prowl victims
Blood red are the visions that we see howling
preys on innocent love bleeds
Bodies join within a primal passion
source of the last breath escaping clouds
A night dance we share in harmony
underneath the cloak of darkness
Let the velvet night enter your whispered silence
born from the womb of creation
Enfold us in the breath of a sigh
falling into spiral caught within one bite
Love is the dance of angels in the heart of night
holding on to the shadows of yesterdays
We are ever the Demons in the night
kissed under a blanket of stars held hostage
They call me the queen of velvet dark
creeping bats enslave a caged beast
A Vampire heart does hold me to the night
seduced by the midnight music
Shadows dancing on a wall
living mosaic moving
empty matter comes alive
rising from out of ashes
Flickering by candles flame
sharing the warm tenderness held
within a wisp of smoke a moment in eternity
where silver gates open one treasured chest
Blood hearts soaring in a night dance
drunken beams moonshine smiles on the damned
Drowning sorrows die
upon a crimson tide of a lover's heartbeat
A Collaboration By
Liam Mcdaid &
Michael P Clarke.
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Riding on her daddy’s shoulder
In her little yellow gingham dress,
The little doll with honey hair,
Wiggled and wiggled and danced.
Daddy couldn’t hold her still,
He let her down by his side,
Her rhythmic motions continued,
As the parade went marching by.
One band after another
Stirred this happy chortling child,
Clapping spectators gathered,
As she entertained with smiles.
Finally, the last bugle softened,
And Gingham’s little legs were tired,
The marchers wondered why that crowd
Danced for a honey-haired child.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.
Attired in red and blue of simple elegance
Glorious style augments swirling excellence
Left arm risen high points gracious eminence
Finger tips lift vivid attire in quiet eloquence.
Golden bangles adorn wrists flirting in stare
A lone yellow flower crowns her silky hair
Folded right arm obstructs in a defiant dare
Index finger hides grief, eyes closed in prayer.
Head turned right, arched with sculpted flair
Tense neck muscles manifest muted despair
Open fingers gesture a stealth grievous flare
Air of intellectual grandeur opulently glares.
Ponder why the painter didn't show her eyes
Discover invisible pain vibrant colors disguise
Beneath the splendor lies a hidden surprise
Cultural dance-music echoes her silent cries.
First place win
September 22, 2017
Poems that paint a picture
Painter: Anna Razumovskaya
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2017
This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously
We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet
in each other’s arms again
We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high
An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay
Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control
written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
Looking at the peaceful setting,
I look up and quickly realize.
That an image is taking shape,
Forming in a rather large size.
It is the shape of a grass dancer,
Grass dancing on the clouds.
Dancing to the beat of the thunder,
I hear his dance steps aloud.
As the lightening strikes,
The thunder rumbles, and sounds.
His feet tap four times then he strides,
Spinning and pacing around.
Full of strength, his dance is endless,
Yet disappears in the blink of an eye.
I was treated to a dance of cloud stepping,
By the Indian in the sky.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008
I had received lots of love in years past
I have felt all joys and pitfalls of it
No pain seems to enter my simple life
Love entertains me, that wonderful hit
I know my life floats above tender hearts
That which brings love, but sometimes avoids me
I move quickly this way and that in air
I have “dance of the butterflies” simply
My life moves in all respects here and there
Highs and lows of dance are of gratitude
Love escapes my lips to my gracious love
My eyes have passion that brings attitude
Contest: Dance of the Butterflies
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
I know it's a Quatrain...a Rhyming Poem (I hope it's acceptable)
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
"Come dance with me", she said and smiled
And he fell off his chair.
He blushed and rose and all the while
He couldn't help but stare.
Prettiest thing he'd ever saw
Was askin' him to dance.
If he could only work his jaw,
He'd dern shore take a chance.
He led her 'round the floor with ease,
And fell in love right there.
She still recalls a gentle breeze,
But not a breath of air.
He gave up drinkin', runnin' 'round,
She filled up her hope chest.
He wouldn't lose what he had found,
She felt that she was blessed.
They bought a place just west of town
And filled it full of cows.
That ranch has never let them down,
They never broke their vows.
Now fifty years have come and passed,
They raised a crop of boys.
The grandkids all are girls at last,
They make a lot less noise.
He rocks upon the porch awhile,
Her voice comes from within.
He knows she says it with a smile,
"Come dance with me again."
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016
I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll refuse to die
Plant my body in the ground
My spirit’s going to fly
Please come fly away with me
Once this journey is complete
Universe can be our home
Our own magical retreat
Two celestial bodies
Darling lets take to the sky
Forget the why, when or how
This dream is for you and I
Gliding upon golden wings
We can dance from star to star
I would travel anyplace
So I could be where you are
Angel’s dance like fireflies
Through trails of glittering dust
In heaven magical things
Exist for people like us
It seems we have come so far
Seems the limit is the sky
When I think of who you are
Tears of joy I need to cry
Everything is what you are
You are everything to me
Long as eternity last
My soul shall be one with thee
So let’s live on forever
We will each refuse to die
Plant our bodies in the ground
As our spirits take to the sky
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010
I've been waiting for this magical night
This year at last I'm old enough to go
The lights of the palace are oh, so bright
A sight that sets my anxious heart aglow
The gowns, lovely hues, skirts gently sway
Whirling, twirling with the bowing, bending
The steps that delight and demand attention
Seems a kaleidoscope of color never ending
Just a small sip of wine between dances
A warm embrace and a quick stolen kiss
Silken words from my handsome admirer
My unforgettable night of youthful bliss
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
Last night I dreamt
That the world was all at rest
From vice exempt
Filled with songs of mortals blessed
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose
Last night I dreamt
That I danced the night away
In some attempt
To hold back the morning's gray
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose
Last night I dreamt
Of an arbour filled with light
And then I wept
When it vanished from my sight
And I've naught but a memory dear
Of the dresses of silk and brocade
Of the moon and the stars shining clear
And the fond wish that I could have stayed
For the contest "Last Night I Dreamt..."
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
Chinese Ribbon Dance
Ribbons fly in wide circles
Flung by hands of maidens fair,
As they dance with turns and twists,
Satin ribbons fill the air.
Loops of wonder, colors soft
Like a rainbow, mesmerize…
Music, synchronized, combine
Gifts of art through ears and eyes.
Ribbon circles rise and fall
Twisting, turning high and low...
Follow movements of skilled hands,
Twirl in endless color flow.
Round and round and round they go,
Ribbons foster mystic trance
Through the art of maidens fair…
Dancers of the Ribbon Dance.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Chinese New Year & Celebrations
Theme: Ribbon Dance
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
She reels and dances in the hall
of her apartment home.
Imaginary leaps and whirls
on clouds of magic foam.
Exquisite movements to a song
expressed through one pure heart.
The music in the background adds
much feeling to her art.
She seems ecstatic, unaware
of those who view her show.
Bright eyes and smile reveal her soul,
a child of light, aglow.
That solitary dancer who
flies free within herself,
now occupies a cherished niche
on our own heart's top shelf!
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
Oh to have tools to hold back Time!
To make the hours just stay,
And let the years stop in their prime,
Age held back in delay!
To have the chance to dance again,
Laugh more and worry less,
Relish the music we had then-
All that sixty's goodness!
The jukebox songs and ice cream days
Bobby socks and barn dance,
Tears at high school graduation day,
Slum books and teen romance.
Although we cannot hold back Time
He simply runs too fast!
I hold him in my words and rhyme-
And write the things of the past!
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016
I'm standing here in limbo as
I see him wander in.
That no townsman has warned him
is truly a mortal sin.
He slides up to the bar and
takes a curious look around.
He orders a shot of whiskey.
No one else has made a sound.
The barman just ignores him
as he has the others here,
and keeps on mopping up the bar
as I try to wipe a tear.
I still have strong emotions
with no way to express them.
I don't know about the others.
They all look like wooden chess men.
When that dying gunman hexed us
with that evil, malevolent curse,
he didn't doom us all to death's call
but with something even worse.
He said we'd stay almost forever,
exactly as we were right then,
until some day, some one would free us.
But he didn't tell us when.
I'm a dance hall girl who hasn't danced
for lo these many years.
I just stay as frightened as I was then
as I try to wipe my tears.
I see the stranger stiffen
as he searches for some cash.
He'll reach for it forever.
The spell has hit him in a flash.
So I know he's not the one
who can break the wicked spell.
We'll keep doing what we're doing,
but I guess its just as well.
For the only one who'll walk out
of this doomed saloon alive,
is the hombre who can break the spell
that keeps us in this dive.
When the spell has been broken
we will all be turned to dust,
and be blown to Earth's corners
with the wind's first heavy gust.
For town of Rotgut contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
God makes me dance;
Stand up and raise my hands!
Jump around His perfect lands;
God makes me dance!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor
In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather
Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch
My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh
If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength
And let my soul win reprieve
For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013
She blinks like citrine glazed along hillsides,
Dahlia of midnight flaunts without guilt
As palette of amber strokes lustrous glides ;
To waltz evening with her bohemian lift.
Flow, flow while petals spread their vibrant blooms
On April's mural , those lips dare to tease...
Her contours trailing with velour costumes
Wildly ablaze, to ride on spring’s trapeze.
This ambrosial drift which shines ,which glows
From heaven’s mold granting dahlia's trance
Enchanting a whirl, my shade of yellows...
Like me, she curls into a floral dance!
Rick Parise's Contest:
Each one of us has His
or Her own Flower of Attraction
~ A dahlia symbolizes spontaneity,
tender wildness, and adventure.
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
Rocking and swaying in the breeze
Tree branches are dancing with glee
Such playful action of the trees
So joyous, unfettered and free
Leaves are all rustling and sighing
With a sound like waves of the sea
Like a crescendo that rising
And then subsiding gradually
Leaves that fell to the grass below
Perform their dancing in the air
The breeze tosses them to and fro
Making the show a grand affair
The sun is shining in the sky
Bathing everything in its light
I'm feeling such a glorious high
Gazing at this beautiful sight
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014
Our Mother steps light through this life then another.
Her dances, weave orbits of grace, stars and moons.
She gives birth to new love in heaven's full bloom
and rains prayers of peace on her sisters and brothers.
Quatrain for Mystic Rose's Fantasy Contest
(enclosed rhyme scheme) 6/19/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
old post from last year.....
"Music Maestro," the conductor turns-
The curtain rises and the ballet begins,
People sit on the edge of their seats-
Tasting the sweetness of the violins-
Dancers make not a single sound,
As their slippers touch the stage,
The audience, still, gazing forward,
Quite intimately engaged-
The music pitch is soft, then loud,
Creating a somber mood,
With cabrioles, jetes, arabesques, plies,
An ambiance of mystery, the dancers all exude.
Painting a captivating canvas,
Gracefully moving, white sylph-like silhouettes,
The "Prima Ballerina Assoluta" twirls,
Executing perfect en-point pirouettes-
This ballet tells the story,
Of how a peasant girl, from a broken heart, dies,
Her last dance - a spectacular performance,
Brings tears to the audience's eyes.
Nearing its dramatic ending,
Dancers complete their last entrechats,
Spellbinding, flawlessly done,
A standing ovation for them all-
The music stops - the Maestro takes a bow,
The curtain lifts, then falls,
The applause of the audience demands,
A number of curtain calls-
Ballerinas retreat backstage to celebrate,
Their "Prima's" last dance was today,
Inside, the dancers weep softly,
Outside, people praise the ballet-
Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens | Year Posted 2015
The most rewarding thing I've done
Difficult to do, but loads of fun
In my old age, I've learned to dance
Come and join me, take the chance
One Step Forward, two steps back
No one gets anywhere like that
But it sure is fun out on the floor
Once you're hooked, you'll want more
Slappin' Leather, Watermelon Crawl
As you turn, please don't fall
Waltz Across Texas if you dare
Name a date, I'll meet you there
Two Step, Ten Step, Cotton Eyed Joe
Sweetheart Stroll and away you go
Stationary Cha Cha, looks so fine
Bumping those hips, right in line
Improve your mind, reduce your size
You're better than you realize
Join Silver Games when you're old
Give it your all, go for the gold!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
A Paiute shaman named Wovoka
hailed all the tribes across the nation.
And announced himself the messiah
visions backed his bold proclamation.
Year eighteen ninety in Nevada
they came to sing and learn the Ghost Dance.
And hear of a new world prophecy
that come spring will replace bow and lance.
The earth will be covered with new soil
burying the devils with white skins.
And on that soil grows a sea of grass
where restoration of hope begins.
Herds of buffalo and wild horses
will be resplendent in their return.
And the ghosts of ancestors will come
to replace all those who would not learn.
Everyone who performs the Ghost Dance
will be lifted high into the air.
And they will stay there while earth's renewed
safely removed from the white man’s lair.
They'll be returned to the earth and
all the recent dead will revive then.
And women danced till they collapsed
pleading for the return of their men.
Every dancer wore a Ghost Dance shirt
painted with symbols of great magic.
And when told bullets couldn't pierce them
this desperate last straw turned tragic.
Written Aug.7, 2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
His seductive glow,
calls them without measure.
Covens of witches
must dance for his pleasure.
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
A Waltz with Thomas Jefferson
He is waiting the moment I open my eyes
So erect he stands with an air of elegance
I’m quick to notice his handsome face and tall size
The Declaration’s author seems poised for romance
A foot taller than I, he intimidates me
Curiously, he brandishes a violin
The polished instrument is but one of his three
He eyes me, pulls the violin’s scroll from his chin
He lays the violin down and extends his hand
Tom’s smile reveals his lady’s man reputation
He winks coyly, quite pleased to retire from the band
I'm thrilled to waltz with a founder of our nation
We step gaily about the colonial hall
As Benjamin Franklin and John Adams look on
Tom’s gentle hands lead me at the first Congress ball
Envious are the expressions of Ben and John
Tom sniffs the sweet yellow rose I placed in my hair
Sadly, I release him when the band’s music ends
You say I was dreaming, but I swear I was there
Our thrilling, romantic waltz all logic transcends
February 3, 2017
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2017
I dream beyond these battlements
Of islands in the west
Beyond the strings and sacraments
That occupy the rest
My gentle sister, soft and pure
Admires her silken sleeves
A subtle breeze begins to stir
The eucalyptus leaves
And like the leaves that tremble so
My mind will dance toward
A distant archipelago
Or ships that I may board
And though the only ship I meet
Is drawn upon a page,
In books or verses I repeat
These thoughts I can't assuage
I dance in sprays of golden flowers
That sprout along a stream
I walk along the shore for hours
Til night begins to gleam
For I'm too young to marry now
But houses will decree
I ask the wind to try, somehow,
to take me to the sea
-For Isaiah Zerbst's 'Edmund Blair Leighton' contest and inspired by his painting with the same title
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013
music's turning little dance sing the sonettos cabriole a turning stance ballerina's toe ~ tops cheval bureau a glance songs of little strophe on look the spiraling chance day dreams étoile's soul
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2012
Summer was not much fun in the teenage years
In fact there was very little of it but lots of anxious tears
Then the summer disco started in the village hall
We couldn’t believe our luck we were gonna have a ball.
But who would come to a village disco not on a bus route
There were only about fifteen teenagers, and they were all related to boot.
Oh what joy, the army camp, sent in the boy cadets
We were all allowed to mix with them and this we did you can bet.
But there I was wallflower self- conscious feeling dull
Not asked to dance by any boy no one to give a thrill
Until the tallest most handsome boy, his smile lit up the room
Came and sat with me you should have watched me bloom.
He was the catch they all wanted, but none could catch his eye
Just me sat in the corner, and he never passed me by
At the end of each dance night, we walked home hand in hand
His kisses they were magical, I was in some promised land.
We only met once a week through the summer of seventy-two
What a summer it was full of fun and happiness and never blue
I often wonder about that boy who kissed so well at age thirteen
What a catch for some woman, and of his kisses I now just dream
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
The ambiance was charged with excitement
As captivating music impregnated the air
The urge to boogie beyond their control
Grooving to the beat, dancing truly unaware
Lost to the music, all inhibitions departed
Harmony pulsating through their veins
Singing along with the entertainers
When the band belted out refrains
Meeting of eyes in mutual appreciation
A ballad crooned with remarkable grace
Skin flushed and kissed with perspiration
Magnetically pulled into a sweet embrace
Arms wrapped pleasantly around each other
Melody inspired, moving in dreamlike states
Comfortable like they been dancing for years
Except for matching accelerated heart rates
Existing within a moment totally in tune
Blaring music only enhancing their elation
A memory made worthy of storing in the banks
Mutual passions on which to build a foundation
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2015
Iridescent gossamer Dragonfly
Sparkles vividly in a haze of sunlight
Reflecting lucent pools and streams
Dining on frog spider and termite
Colorful transformations glittering
Decisively emerging in lakes or marshes
Zealously protecting her territory
Equilibrium balancing harshness
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2011
Enveloped in sheets woven of the very fabric of eternity
I turn my waking gaze upon the serenity of your countenance.
Never has a sunrise known such striking resplendence,
nor such fragility, for all, I fear would vanish should I exhale too deeply.
In envy, the sun looms achingly opposite the window drapery,
casting golden morning hues of a deep intrinsic beauty.
Yet the rays in comparison, a mere lux, delicate and unearthly
by thy visage, spectral and sallow things in the dim periphery.
Thus, lay I suspended, basking in a twilight void of space and time
falling ever inward to be imprisoned by my heart’s affections.
There, nothing knows consequence save tender reflections
of devotion and yearning expressed in ancient passions divine.
I’m hanging on the precipice of madness, just shy of transcendence,
helplessly entangled in an ever-enduring moment of ecstasy.
In earnest, I catch my breath and, through the looming haze I find thee
eyeing me with a crumpled brow and a yawning stretch, we resume the dance.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015