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Pretty Little Ladybug

See the pretty little Ladybug
In summer she'll sit on your mug             
Pose in her polka dots                 
Delighting tiny tots
Play a tune and she may cut a rug


~*~     

Note: Nor for a contest...just fun : )


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011


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Recollections of a Reckless Youth

Warning: Mature themes, though at the time.             

             Recollections of a Reckless Youth
                     
                        Walking On Air.


I was young, I was fair, I was walking on air
For tonight was the night of the dance
To the girls I would chat about this about that
In the hope of a one night romance

As I walked through the door  I surveyed all before
And saw, what words can’t express
She was there, she was fair, she was walking on air
As I ogled her little black dress

Then to my surprise, she fluttered her eyes
And I took this to be a good sign
If I played my cards right and she did not take flight
Maybe in an hour she’d be mine

We were getting on fine as I spun out my line
Thought, with drink or two I would ply
She went on about maths and explained all the graphs
As I mumbled dumb yeahs bye and bye

But I soon found the path to making her laugh
And she had, the sweetest of giggles
Which I did not mind cause my eyes they did find
She had the most wonderful jiggles

Took her hand with a tug, on the floor cut a rug
How her hips, she swayed so in time
As we rocked Mony Mony she proved was no phoney
Her moves, I thought were divine

How I longed to hold her, to kiss her pale shoulder
To have her if just for one night
To my will reduce her, to be her seducer 
And love her till cold mornings light

Could it be right it was love at first sight
That drew me to this little Miss
Cause I could not part from the strains in my heart
That were giving my senses such bliss

Then out of the dark, he came like a shark
His blonde hair, fluffy and bright
He moved with such grace, had a pretty face
His teeth, all gleaming and white

Was her that he blamed as the woman he claimed
And was clear, she was going to sack me
Was it me dancing, me Fred Astaire prancing ?
P--lease, don’t say it’s me acne

I stood on his shoe and the air it turned blue
With words here I cannot repeat
The bouncers he knew and out me they threw
With a bumperty bump down the street

Kicked out on my ass, I was walking on glass
And the road home was lonely and cold
There’d be no sweet nuffins or hedgerow stuffing’s
And no warm bosom to hold

So I’d walked half a mile, still found no smile
Realising I had lost my cred
I lit ‘nother smoke, swore at some bloke
When thoughts, they entered my head

Could justice be sweeter, if one day I meet her
Discover, to he who waits
That she had slumped him, finally dumped him
As he told her he was Master Bates

Be something she’s fond, something like James Bond
And I doubt I would see her to thank her
Come to think of it, he’s also a twit
That Bond, he’s just ’nother w****r 

Now hang on a tick and stop being a p***k
Don’t wallow in your own despair
You know she’s not thick and you’ll need a new trick
If this woman your going to snare

Now the cogs they did whirl how to capture this girl
For she was all over my mind
Of this sweet conundrum, the answer would come
Of that, I was sure I would find

As my key hit door I was happy once more
With words, I cannot express
I’d made a good start, into her heart
Now to get her, out of that dress

I was young, I was fair, I was walking on air
For next week was the night of the dance
To the girls I would chat about this about that
And who knows, might have ’nother chance.

As I walked through the door, it was her that I saw
And our eyes, they met with a knowing
Though she was unaware and I could not declare
The plan I was carefully sowing

Just as I’d contrived the bozo arrived
And he started to push me around
With a thump and a whack and an almighty crack
I found myself flat on the ground

Kicked out on my ass, I was sitting in glass
When a figure was stood by my side
It was my piece of skirt and she asked was I hurt
Oh, the joy, I hardly could hide

I swiped off the mud while she wiped off the blood
And decided to home I’d escort her
My plan had worked out and I now had no doubt
That I, had finally caught her

We cut through the park but there would be no lark
Not with, my new lady fair
And all the folk swore we defied Newton’s law
As sailed along, walking on air. 
                  
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY



Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013


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Scarecrow




I stand my ground, both day and night,
Within this field of grain.
My job, to scare the birds away;
With little thanks and zero pay;
In sunshine and in rain.

Most people pass and pay no mind;
A few will cast a glance.
And fewer still may point and smile,
Amused by my sartorial style
Or by my stolid stance.

Yet, I can have great fun sometimes,
For I can dance, you know.
The breeze will come and take my hand;
I'll cut a rug right where I stand,
And put on quite a show.

But then, when harvest time is here,
I know I face the sack!
The farmer will toss me aside,
Or maybe take me on that ride
From which there's no way back!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Author note: I was inspired to write this 
after visiting the annual Scarecrow Festival
in the picturesque Yorkshire village of
Kettlewell, a few years ago.





Copyright © Robert Haigh | Year Posted 2017


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Don't Get Around Much Anymore

Ma and Pa don't get around a great deal much anymore.
If they pine to cut a rug, they claim their health is mighty poor!
Used to be that they were the swingingest pair around;
Now with all their maladies, to their hearth they're bound!

Ma likes Mexican fare at the neighborhood Cafe De Luxe.
Pa says, "No way, Ma, not with my acid reflux!"
"We could go dancing, of that there is no doubt!"
"Can't, Ma, I'm suffering a terrible case of gout!"

"There's a picture show that I'd sure love to see."
"But, Pa, you know I can't enjoy it with my gimpy knee!"
"We could play a round of golf, course you've got arthritis!"
"Dear, you can't swing a club due to your bursitis!"

Pa ached to go to the pub for pool and a wee libation,
But his high blood pressure aborted that sort of recreation!
Their doctor warned them both about high cholesterol,
So forget the all-you-can-eat buffet at the shopping mall!

They'd like to stroll thro' the park, but with so many allergies,
The weeds and such would cause them to snort and sneeze!
Alas, they sit by the fire and compare each others' pain and ache,
Watching reruns on the television, trying to stay awake!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010


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Sinful Saturday

Today is the day you really go out and play on sinful Saturday. Well I don't want to bring everybody in, It's about eight out of ten and I'm not trying to put you down so don't jump the gun and frown.

I know some are going to cut a rug and some are going to drink and drug, some will just go to fuss and fight because they don't appreciate anything nice. It's as if they were raised in a zoo, so stay away from that crew.

Now for those who go to dance and romance, if it's til broad daylight then that's alright, 'cause you worked all week and some pleasure you do seek. So forget about it all, have yourself a ball. Then come back at your peek, ready for another week. And how do I know the format, been there, done that.

This is why I'm not trying to cut to the quick, if you want to go to the click or have a lovely picnic, I pray you don't loose your way on this sinful Saturday.

HAVE A GREAT DAY.


Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2016


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Wyeth smoke all the drug

Wyeth Wyeth
He cut a rug
Wyeth Wyeth
He smoke all drug
Wyeth Wyeth
Need a hug
Wyeth Wyeth
Stoke the nug
Wyeth Wyeth
He is so cool
Wyeth Wyeth
Never cruel
Wyeth Wyeth
He go in pool
Wyeth Wyeth
McDaniels rules


Copyright © Water Balloon | Year Posted 2017


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Ghostwriter madly in love

Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand 
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all


Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012


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Git YO PRAIZE ONZ

holler say what
yo yo yo
all the saint over there rise on up
git on up
everybody else where
git on up hold them arms, hand and eyes up toward the heavens
things gonna git better 
(when you)
Pray
(when you)
Praise so. . .
git yo praize onz git yo praize onz
praise up git em them feet in them shoes
hold you head up stop feelN blue
and let's dance holiness comin up on me
and I fee like rising my hands and movin my feet
to the natural beat of the spiritual son
holy rhythm got me praising God
time for us to bust a gut
and let us git up, git up and git out of this rut
singN shouting everybody rejoiceN singing and shouting
Git yo praize on
Git yo praize on
the minister and the choir all shoutN
Git yo praize on
Git yo praize on
and the children sing tra la la la la 
and the choir sing halleluiah
and the congregation sing tra la la la la
and momN them sing halleluiah
and when ya don prazing sit down and say AMEN
But maybe the sprirt won't let you rest you might want ta git up and do it again
Git yo praize onz
cut a rug stomp yo feet
dance fo the Lord move like yaw mean it
stomps kick the devil in the face
he's already defeated and it feels so great
and its good to praise the Lord
and it's Okay to sing and shout
and it's Okay to dance before God
so let's cut a rug, slide the linoleum, slip and slid on the wooden tile;
rejoice and shout dance and prance this praise thing could last a while
                                Praise RAP
YO, LET ME HOLLER @ YA CUZ WE CAN HAVE THE SAME PRAISE ONZ
I'M UP YOUR DOWN ITS TIME ITS TIME TO GO UP DOWN
GIT YA PRAISE ON, UP DOWN ALL ROUND MOONBEAMS PRESSING GALAXIES STARLIT WONDERINGS OF HEAVENLY HOSTS ANGELS ARE PRAISING WINGING THEIR WAY ON HIGH WHILE THE CARIROTS RACE BY
WITH A BET AT LEAST LET ME FOLLOW
AND NO AM NOT A DOG DON'T NEED NO COLLAR
I'M SAVED AND SANCTIFIED REBORN AND FILLED
DON'T NEED TO APOLOGY JESUS DIE FOR ME ON CALVARY HILL
AND WITH THAT ON MY PLATE
AIN'T GOT TIME TO HATE NOR RETALIATE
CIRCUMCISING, MEMERIZING, DONKEY KNOG, HONKEY TONKS
USE TA GIT HIGH AND DREUNK NOW I RAISE MY HANDS UP
(TO JESUS YA, TO THE FATHER OF ALL GOD YA)
LIFT THEM UP, PRAISE THEM UP
THROUGH FIT AND FAME LIVIN SHAME
NOW REBIRTH NEW CREATURE IN JESUS NAME, THIS IS THE FACTS DON'T WANT THAT OLD NATURE BACK
LET'S GIVE IT UP, GIVE IT UP TO THE KING JESUS
PRAISE UP, GIT EM THEM FEET IN THEM SHOES
HOLD YOUR HEAD ALL YOUS
RISE AND SHINE JUMP AND PRANCE
LEARN TO DO THE HOLY DANCE
git ya praize on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come on git on git on and come on come on
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on come on come 
git yo praize on 


Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
June 03 2008

from anthology "St. Luke 5:Two 6 "  2008(c)





Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017


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a yearling heart

effortlessly we cut a rug in the beautiful moonlight
it was one of those perfect nights you never forget
among the starlight scattered and spinning on the dance floor
the sweet remains of our lovely night dancing
we wandered the soft side of night
in eachother's arms
it was like having a yearling heart all over again
it was like being in love for the first time all over again
with my head nestled on her bare shoulder
like discovering what it was
like being with a woman the first time
a long beautiful moment that lasted forever in my yearling heart
that wrote a lifetimes love affair just in
those precious moments in her arms
such is the intoxicating beauty that is my lover
such is the occult magic of womanhood
that i thirst so much for
that i adore so deeply
that is the root of all love poems
the beauty of a woman's heart
we wandered the soft side of night
in eachother's arms
dancing embraced  in eachother's love
forever more

© 2016 mark john junor all rights reserved


Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2016


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Cut a Rug With Daddy

~ Cut a Rug ~ Come On ~ Dance with Daddy ~ (The "As A WRITER I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO INSPIRE, PUBLISH A BOOK YET TO BE WRITTEN... ." ~ Song sung by good old Bob Dylan - it's called - Things Have Changed ~ ~ "Copy and paste in your browser lets dance... ~" "TURN IT UP!" ~ I wasn't being non reverent I believe... talking about us all dancing with JESUS shaking His gracious booty... . Haven't you ever wanted to see one of your parents cut loose... Why do you think He refers to it in the Bible by calling it "Loosing"... ? Yes I wanna see my Daddy dance... . he's gatta just be the best... ! Yes? Boy you are so precious, so so precious... . Cut a rug and chat with me some more won't you... . I needed help man He gave it to me I cursed Him out vigorously and HE still loved me... . Dear-heart can't you see, sure He's THE BIGGEST BADEST ENTITY IN THE ENTIER LIFE EXISTENCE but I and you and all of us are His Babies, He's gonna dance and teach us all to dance with Him... . Bet He'll shake that booty well, real good too, and offer all of us the same... . His kingdom of freedom with Him... . Yes no disrespect I know people THINK that it is, entirely, disrespectful for Him, but friend David danced for the Lord, people said the same thing you are hun... . But goodness, and Grace and mercy, forgiveness compassion, at-it's-very root, love-He came to save them, share it with us all, yes as He is trying to do with all of us... . Shake the booty hun, Put on a good song and cut a rug with Daddy... . He's pure love... . He'll come and you'll feel Him and be whole having fun with Him, it's all he wants... . Because like with me, and you and everyone, you can't do enough to stop it, the only thing you can is to deny Him of this pleasure He wants to share with you... ? I love you dear-heart! Cut a rug with your Daddy... . It's fun... ! Talk with me any time... . ~ Love ~ James ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyoL


Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010


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Dancin' Sue

There was a lady named Susan
Always worryin’, frettin’ and stewin’
Talkin’ woe is me’ to old man Lance
Who coaxed and cajoled her to dance

Lo and behold! They could cut a rug
Doin' the cha-cha and jitterbug
Soon the talk of the town
They danced every dance around

Smilin’ Sue found it all so confusin’
That grinnin’ Lance thought it all so amusin'


Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2018


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New Brother Gone

Hello my Bro, it seems long ago
We didn’t know but it started way back when
And now, I sure wish I could see you again
After all those years when our lives were apart
We finally met and were just going to start
A life together with all those ideas
I sure wish I could see you again

Life is strange and it’s hard to figure.
Who pulls the chains or squeezes the trigger
We’ll never know who makes the decisions
When it’s our time to leave or further our visions.

It all started a long time ago
At the end of the war in small town club
Where lovers met and cut a rug
They danced to the big bands and drank their beers
Their hearts were free again and they lost their fears
They had survived and life went on 
But their feelings were deep for the ones that were gone.

Life is strange and it’s hard to figure.
Who pulls the chains or squeezes the trigger
We’ll never know who makes the decisions
When it’s our time to leave or further our visions.

We were born but we never met
We lived our lives not knowing each other
Until many years later I found my Brother
Someone determined our time had arrived
The moon and the stars were aligned, and we began to merge our lives
It was a different time, but a good time as we explored our past
We talked, shared thoughts and friends and assumed it would last

Life is strange and it’s hard to figure.
Who pulls the chains or squeezes the trigger
We’ll never know who makes the decisions
When it’s our time to leave or further our visions.

We began to have fun and shared our minds
Over those few years we explored mankind,
Went campin’ and drinkin’ and scouted old places
But the good times were short and turned to embraces.
It’s like a dream where you wake and say
I can’t remember the ending in the light of day
But, I sure wish I could see you again

Life is strange and it’s hard to figure.
Who pulls the chains or squeezes the trigger
We’ll never know who makes the decisions
When it’s our time to leave or further our visions.

So I’m left here without you and ponder all that we missed
Growing older and trying to understand the reasons to persist
How special it was that short time we had but it was taken away
A life thief named “C” whose purpose still causes dismay
I think about you always and will forever remember your grin
But, I sure wish I could see you again.

Life is strange and it’s hard to figure.
Who pulls the chains or squeezes the trigger
We’ll never know who makes the decisions
When it’s our time to leave or further our visions.

Copyright ©2017


Copyright © J.L Carpenter | Year Posted 2017


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Seahorses

We humans like all creatures to have a purpose, an aim,
From one-celled amoebas to fungi-spore glebas,
They need a good reason to compete in life's game.
Consider cats: They school us in hygiene
Licking their paws and their fur shiny clean.
And how 'bout tiny ants, who teach us industry,
Or lions and their bravery--and foxes with their knavery?

But what reason have seahorses to be in the sea?
What can they teach us?  How can they enlighten you or me?
Can they sing or dance?  Can they 'cut a rug' in the water?
And if they can't, do you really think they should ought to?

Well, please know that things aren't quite what they seem.
Seahorses are special, unique, and highly esteemed;
In the eye of the sea, they're jewels, all sparkle and gleam.
   See the distinctive manner wherewith these fish swim:
   Upright! propelling themselves ever higher via dorsal fins.
   Then there's the spectacle of seahorse sex and mating--
   No other males on the planet hold the eggs while waiting
      To release them of a sudden by the thousands at a time,
      And then go back at it with their 'exes' on the turn of a dime.

All this leads up to how traditional Chinese physicians
Prescribe 'seahorses' for whatever their patients get sick in:
Everything from wheezing and pain to inducing labor,
With TCM's** practitioners, these fish are ever in favor.

It's clear, my fellow humans, 
From Peking to Paris and on to Toulouse,
Seahorses can certainly be put to very good use...

                                  *****
                ...Prompting this little 'caboose:'
Let US ask this question: Is human activity equally productive?
---Or do WE choose to engage in things far more destructive?


                               April 19, 2018


               **TCM = Traditional Chinese Medicine



Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018