Best Danced Poems
I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love
both, of which
I could have been coaxed out of
You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine
Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.
As we whirled to the emotions
of words' sounds; hand in hand,
we went round and round
and round
No one else in the room
most of all, not you
as my ink turned
from red to blue
We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight
We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight
We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.
We danced in the shadows of fear and doubt
And we danced when we questioned what life’s about
We danced amongst the evergreens
That posed for painters winter scenes.
We danced in the winters bitter chill
And when we danced our world stood still.
For that’s what love was meant to be
To find the dance when we cannot see.
To write a new song when the music stops
With lyrics that caress every tear that drops.
For when the rhythm changes and tempo slowed
We’re called to dance with the seeds we sowed.
For life is hard, there is no doubt
But Dancing through it, is what life’s about.
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
"If-you-don't-know-me-by-now"
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
Angels Danced
Precious child you were born blue with an apgar score of
only two, not breathing. Your mommy struggled long to
give you life with great difficulty in a brow birth which
led to a C section. After two days of torturous labor, you
took your first breath. You were rushed to intensive care
where you would remain there for nine fearful days.
Healing hands were laid upon your little body all those
days until at last you were strong enough to leave the
sterile walls and crib of your hospital confinement. With
great joy you were brought home and your captured smile
in a photograph says it all. That day the angels danced.
a prayerful vigil
beside your hospital bed--
angels watched o're you
9-5-19
THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT
The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.
He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde gave tongue.
He vowed to steal each mortal soul,
every single one.
But first a plan was needed
to carry out the deed,
some way to blind humanity
so no danger was perceived.
"Our appearance must be winsome,
our ways seem as a lark,
we mustn't ever let them know
our agenda is so dark."
"Let's make for them a holiday,
the best they've ever seen,
we'll give it to their children
and we'll call it Halloween."
"They'll dress as little goblins,
as pirates and as ghouls,
they'll have parties in their churches
and one at every school."
"They'll beg adults for candy
while they roam from street to street,
dressed as little monsters
as they shout out trick or treat."
"How can there be real devils
if it's just a game they play,
no one will believe in us,
that's how we'll win the day."
"We'll confuse these hapless mortals,
in God they'll have their doubts,
they'll all be dead and buried
ere they know what we're about."
"And if they die in mortal sin
well then my friends we've won,
they'll spend eternity with us,
every single one."
On the twentieth day of May 1930, an angelic soul was born, and the angels danced in Heaven, rejoicing her birth. She possessed a splendorous heart, and her aura shone with loving light. She had many hardships to endure in her youth, but she did so with grace, humility, and dignity, never abandoning her faith. She married a soldier whose heart was full of anger and rage, yet her love was enough for both of them, and she bore him thirteen children, of which I was the third eldest. I grew up with her love and his anger, and it molded me into the man I am today. Some years ago, my mother lay dying in her hospital bed; I gently held her hand and wiped away the tears trickling down my cheeks. Mum was my inspiration, my muse, my friend, my everything. She was kind, generous, patient, and loving, with boundless empathy, compassion, and faith. I couldn't have hoped for a better role model and I loved her dearly. I felt her hand squeeze mine, and then it went limp, and I knew her soul had left her body to join her maker. The angels danced in Heaven that day, welcoming a kindred soul back to God's loving embrace. And though my heart was crushed, I gave her one last kiss and bid her farewell, believing that one day we would meet again, and the angels would dance once more, leading me through Heaven's gate, where she and God would welcome my soul home.
death is no stranger
it needs no invitation...
souls welcome its knock
I had a dream that I was dancing on the waves in the ocean.
I was wearing a gilded dress from Neptune's treasure chest.
I danced, I twirled, so graceful, I was poetry in motion
I was ever so light as I barely touched down on each crest.
Whales swimming miles away, came closer to see,
what all of the hoopla and frivolity was about.
They arrived, singing their lovely song, just to accompany me.
Their song, the music, my dancing, a hit that night, no doubt.
A pod of Dolphins, swimming in their usual straight line,
Heard the music, saw the dancing, and decided to stay
For who else to be my dancing partners, they dance divine.
Amid the dancing, the dolphins and whales began to play.
As I tripped the light fantastic, I suddenly woke in mid leap.
I found myself on the floor the sheets tangled around me.
I was pondering the dream, no chance for more sleep.
I will not easily forget the night that I danced upon the sea.
My Blue Angels, illuminaries of incandescent light for they frolic between non-existence and temporal time. As they prance amidst the spatiotemporal stars I can see through them for they are magnificent creatures. Like cherubic cannon balls accelerating the alluring ardent air they swing and sway amongst the twilight realms, upon symphonies of strings sighing. This was the day I was born. Now as I gaze at their glittering glare my lachrymal luminaries in a symphonic staccato stance. This was the day they returned me home.
like the brilliant sun
irradiating beauties
my own blue angels
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Angels Danced Poetry
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I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.
Such insight. Such depth.
Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.
I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.
Such clarity. Such wisdom.
Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.
A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.
Such simplicity. Such compassion.
Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.
I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.
Such diversity. Such nothingness.
Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.
I used to be an impenetrable fort,
A castle with walls so high
That no one could enter them.
Sometimes I sat at the windows
Looking down over people,
Strange and far away.
That day you shook the gate,
Looking for a golden key,
But I didn't give.
You brought your spear,
Your Unicorn of love,
Your golden hair and singing voice...
And in that instant the outside of me
crumbled as if I were Jericho,
my walls simply fell away.
You looked deep inside me
with clarity and innocence,
as my hand danced in sundust,
and reached for you to save me
with a smile white and warm,
and bring me to the outside.
***
April 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? But, if it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned? I do miss thee, when we are parted from us, in our meadows; seasoned love.
Separation of a Seasoned Love
Our love is, but, just a separation,
For just a bit longer from one another.
For our souls still,
Danced in the moonlight of our season of love.
Oh, how I've missed our time
Spent physically with one another.
The anticipation of us again in the heavens,
Exciting the taste of our beauty we had the chance to live.
My love, until we are reunited;
I shall count the seconds till our harmony;
And, is together, and once again regained.
My love for Him is forever eternal,
Faithful, as the love that once lived here.
Rest my love,
May our Lord shine on our beauty,
And again, by mornings dew;
Shall we be together again?
The flowers danced within the breeze
The music box dancer danced with ease
She danced and danced within his heart
For he loved her from the very start
All she wanted to do was dance,
Whirl and twirl and swish around,
Sing and love and live and laugh,
Dancing with the sound,
She danced in the rain as her colour dripped,
She danced the sheen on the road,
She danced when the sun shone hot in summer,
And she danced whenever it snowed,
Her dancing made our hearts happy,
Made people decipher the song,
Her dancing made colour from the white,
She was the one who was strong,
She was his one single paint brush,
His brush that made them exist,
His brush that made both loving dancers,
Forever embrace and kiss.
In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows
I wrote you, yet only to find silence
cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed
Was hiding so far away your defense
from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed
Where moonlight once graced our united stars
now empty sky holds its long, darkened veils
Polishing my hope, I ignore these scars
sending me through nights, red-hot burning hells
Stay alive, if need be wait in shadows
my heart endures, that Fate may give relief
In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows
WE AGAIN LOVE AND DEAR LIFE HOLDS NO GRIEF!
Writing you, to rekindle love's fire
upon ashes of its funeral pyre
R. J. Lindley
Feb. 23rd, 1975
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For My Brother with Endless Human Love and Infinite Spirit Love. I will see you soon, Billy.
Angel’s wings radiant with joy, plucked harp-toned beauty
from heaven’s air while gathering to celebrate your birth into
another human incarnation. With sphere-spurred choreography,
the angels danced for they were rejoicing about the power of
heavenly recall they felt you had acquired in past incarnations.
The cherub angels used wing play to gratitude-sway about the
gloriously jeweled, spiritual truths your earth lives had apparently,
radiantly soul expanded into the spiritual “I am” you would need to
resolve all your remaining karma. So divine had your light grown
that all of heaven felt your next incarnation and death transition
would be your final spirit evolution.
Once reborn, heaven watched you and your angels stayed near,
but you never sought them while human fears limited you, depleted
your healthy self-respect and steered you towards drug dependency
which eventually brought you back into the wings of your angels
whose tears rained perfect love on your dehydrated but still perfect
soul.
born spirit aware
earth tuned pain often steals truth ~
loving angels wait