His tie knotted tight at the collar
pinches the neck, he’d love to holler
Her corset pulled tighter than a drum
she’d like to scream, but can only hum
No sacrifice too great, who worships fashion
midnight hour aches and pains ~ faces ashen
.
I think it wuz the warmth
uv her hamstring
or maybe
her tilt back
and mine nervous
latch
at hern arch
i
i don't
I remember though
the kiss
and it
Look around the ballroom,
it's laughs and gossips from all walks of life.
Where one confesses their love,
While others meet "the one" for the first time.
Brighter than the lights that aglow,
There's a romance in the mood,
More soft and beautiful than a rose,
The love for life is in full bloom.
The younger ones chatter,
Their eyes talk with subtle hints of glee,
The older ones dance and smile
The hopes of new beginning floating in the breeze.
Maybe it's the way candlelight dances
Or maybe it's the warm breeze,
The happiness which is overflowing today,
Is surely a beautiful miracle indeed.
backgrounds
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7-13-2021
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem.
For this contest all 3 words must start with the same letter.
. 3 words only
. All 3 words must start with the same letter
Here on the dance floor ready to begin.
My turquoise sequined gown
just meets my shin.
I love the feathered boa that
encircles my neck.
I look as stunning and bright as
moonlight on a ships deck.
And you, yes, you my Prince of Dance,
so divine.
With lifted, chin, suave hair,long tailed
tuxedo and on your back, number nine.
We will do each step, swirl with touching,
utmost, regal elegance.
And after we win the trophy, we happily
shall indulge in divine decadence.
February 4, 2020
3pm PST
Picturesque
Acrylics
Iridescently
Noveau --
Tinting
Impressions…
Nature’s
Gallery
~
Bodies
Align
Like
Lovers,
Reeling
Over
Opaque
Roombeams :
Delightful
Airlifts,
Nubile
Choreography—
Electrifying!
1/28/2019
Wordplay Contest of Bobby May
~ I love to do these 2, including Yoga~
Ballroom dancing
Big bands, Hollywood glam
Chiffon decorated dance floor
Men were gentlemen, women were ladies
Decent formality
And etiquette
Stardust
the ballroom dancers
pirouette like tornado
divinely waltzing
Date written and posted: 07/19/2018
My dear, have no fear,
For we shall all cheer.
Your perambulations and oscillations
Shall rouse the nations.
Their national anthems played.
The judges' scores displayed.
Remember it is only a dance,
So give it a chance!
Her red dress
Pressed
To that beautiful black skin,
She looks like a forest fire
Racing up a mountain top
Burning up
She cannot stop
Her wild curves
Engulfed in flames.
She smolders
In a corner
Of the ballroom,
My eyes,
Like two emptied water glasses
On a tray,
Gliding by
On the shoulder
Of a much younger waiter.
A shroud of dark and eerie gloom
Hangs over the static ballroom
In the air, the scent of too-strong perfume
On the floor, glass swept by a little old broom
An end has come to every game
The paint paper man is trapped in his frame
Behind the glass, his head hangs in shame
Cards fallen off tables, the forks all aflame
With feminine fingers unfurled, there she lies
All signs of life drained from the blue of her eyes
Lips are just parted, holding back "why?"s
But it was too late; she had met her demise
A gunshot to the head
Was it something she'd said?
Guests fled as she bled
Found doors locked, seas of red
And the dancers all screamed
As the man bled them out
The musicians' eyes gleamed
With tears full of doubt
But yesterday's over
And we're left with the mess
Of events that wove her
Black funeral dress
When I feel alone
a gypsy soul without a home
When nobody 's there
with warmth to share
When rattling rains are all I hear
I close my eyes and take a ride
On sugar-coated clouds
I travel far to where you are.
Far from a frosty afternoon
One step closer to the moon.
I fly up high to a blue -black sky
Removing Her with all my might.
I push away the lady in today
To seek and find a happy child
A happy girl that's trapped in me
Still wanting to break free.
A girl who lives inside
Still struggling to survive.
I close my eyes and take a ride
One step closer to the music
that's playing on my mind.
Closer to late- fireworks
burning in the night.
An orchestra in concerto
and a piano by my side.
I fly up high to a blue black sky
I dance above with the prince of love
With wide-spread wings just like a dove.
These waiting cheeks
These open arms
Young Ballerina waltzing
On a Ballroom of spumed stars.
Just a fantasy song inspired by the movie Lalaland.
Inside an empty and abandoned ballroom of a massive sunken ship,
Ghosts waltz within the memories made before the ship had tipped.
Swirling in pairs of males and females with arms locked in languid rhythm,
'Neath hanging chandeliers of Waterford crystals refracting rainbow prisms.
Coruscating candles in flickering sconces simmer in shadows upon the wall,
Illuminating penumbral pieces in that which the dark creeps with its crooked crawl.
The wealthy phantoms spin in apathetic jubilant jives and graceful glee,
Unaware of the locks of shackles and chains in the lack of life that's ceased to be.
Before death we dance in spinning circles suspended in thin air,
But after, we dance in spinning circles suspended without a care.
For we're but the shells of ghosts in a ballroom,
Dancing in the darkened light,
Spun around an end that forever looms,
Within a day that's dreamt at night.
Gliding, waltzing 'round the floor
with your true love is not a chore,
brings back those memories of yore.
You know the score! You know the score!
A dip, a swirl or fancy step,
it all enhances dancing rep.
Practice! Practice! so no misstep.
You just must prep, you just must prep.
Now you can take your rock-and-roll
and drop it in a great big hole.
Ballroom dancing, that is my goal.
Good for the soul. Good for the soul.
9/2/16
An altering life
a differing hell
Where the dancefloor is burning
Where the guests are unwell
Where the dancer's eyes burn
seared to the core
But not a single sound echoes
From on the dancefloor
Far from our world
another does burn
The slow scorching dance
The ballroom nocturne
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