Best Disco Poems
I suffer in poverty for lack of baroque emotions;
glimmers to decorate my eyes would be an anomaly
as deja vu smiles blend the grays of going through the motions~
I am poor but for the rich ennui now my life’s homily.
Once, I had danced with rhythmic elan embellished with passion
in dilettante days of hedonistic ways for amusement,
carte blanche in disco nights of sexuality in fashion,
cacophony jaded my being to lack of attunement.
Youth was lost, soul sold in lustful lifestyle with wild avant-garde,
bankrupting bona fide animation - sabotaged and scarred.
Susan Ashley
January 21, 2017
~ Honorable Mention ~
Contest: Your Choice 5, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ First Place ~
Contest: Ten Words Ten Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
*required words: anomaly, avant-garde, baroque,
bona fide, cacophony, carte blanche, deja vu, dilettante,
elan, ennui*
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 23, 2018
Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall.
Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball!
When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses,
Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses.
No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool.
You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool,
Youeven wore pricey perfume, just to reel in a mate,
Some tall dude, with agility to dance, was to be your fate.
It was kismet, the moment you stared in a dance partner’s eyes.
You both as if floating, on air, in amorous,cloud like disguise
The lit, multi-colored dance floor, The Bee Gees music filled the room.
You looked up, and there your shiny prince stood~love musically! in bloom!
3/29/2024
Heat in the poet’s haiku night
Sexyku is the new alright
Baby baby is a new disco inferno
Burn baby burn
Love needs the heat
Music makes it all so sweet
Taste the bourbon
Taste the life
You should all be dancing
Life is so alright
Forget the strife, forget what’s not right
Seekers run amok
Fake news is the new preacher’s lot
You should all be dancing
Life is about love
Sharing and caring
Disco inferno with Travoltas’ flair
Let’s get down, let’s boogie, its only fair!
Clear the air
Burn the preachers
It’s a disco inferno
Burn the judges, burn the prophets
Take a dollar out of Jehovahs’ wallet
Buy the drunk a drink
The good lord will know who is who
Who it is who stinks like an old smelly shoe
It’s a disco inferno
Feel the heat
The sheep is in disco disguise
Trust me on Grimms’ verse
Fairy-tales speak in whispers and ring often true
Is the Wolfe who is the nurse
The sheep so white the devils curse
Humanity looks to the sky
As evil doers wonder why
To the judges our masters and our keepers
We shout
We are free
Of Trumps mockery
I first learned to dance when I was four
But my kids won't let me do it no more
They say I look like a perv
The way I wiggle a swerve
They say I even embarrass the floor
Himmelsscheibe von Nebra
Von Raubgräbern beschädigt
Relikt aus der Bronzezeit
Abbild von Mond und Plejaden
Bronze, Goldblech und Malachit
Ein einmaliges Artefakt
Jetzt im Museum von Halle
The Sky Disc of Nebra
Damaged by swag diggers
A fine relict from Bronze Age
An image of moon and Pleiades
Bronze, golden metal and malachite
What an unique artifact
Now in the museum of Halle
El Disco de Cielo de Nebra
Dañado por excavadoras de robo
Un vestigio fino de Edad de Bronce
Una imagen de luna y Pleiades
Bronce, metal de oro y malaquita
Artefacto tan único
Ahora en el museo de Halle
Note. The Sky Disc of Nebra (Saxony-Anhalt, Germany) is a bronze disk with applications of
gold and apparently show astronomical phenomenons and symbols of religious application
areas. It is presumed to be the worldwide oldest concrete image of the sky and one of the
most important archaeological finds from the Bronze Age. The disk was found by swag
diggers in July 1999 in a stone chamber on the Mittelberg near the town of Nebra. It is
now part of the "Landesmuseum für Vorgeschichte Sachsen-Anhalt Halle" (State Museum of
Prehistory Halle). The circular disk is approx. 12.6 in in diameter and about 0.18 in
thick in the centre and 0.07 in at the rims. Based on associated finds (a bronze sword,
two axes, a chisel and fragments of spiralled bangles), the disk was probably buried in
1600 B.C. and made between 2100 and 1700 B.C.
Details and pictures can be seen on http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himmelsscheibe_von_Nebra
Disco Ball
Frenetic feet tap;
Across the room
Shy boys gather,
First dance jitters crawl.
Under the disco ball,
a sensual gyration-
She knows he's watching.
The disco, the night, the stance and the pose,
The dance in the rainbow of lights.
And the bad boys that stand just watching bad girls,
Bad girls who’re wearing black tights.
No talking inside, nothing said or expressed,
Primal ears thumped out to a beat.
People connect, advertising their motives,
Motives consumed by people on heat.
And there’s others that zone, in their own little world,
Their bubble designed on a tune.
These people dance and sway their own inner self,
Sailing their own little boat on the moon.
With the drugs and the shots, the whisky and rum,
And the juice, hooch, vino, and sauced Mary Jane.
It’s all on display every night at the disco,
A night where people go to be that insane.
See myself now in a crowd of darkness,
People are dancing this insolent nonsense.
Sweats are running all around.
Crazy lights are making loud sounds.
Stolen kisses are anywhere…
Obscenity is like everywhere.
Feels like I want to go out of this cage,
I don’t want to live in lights of wrong age.
Screaming out loud but no one hears me,
Lights are rolling but I can’t even see.
Chug this drink till I lose my mind.
Lost my entity and I’m trying it to find.
Wake up alone with all trashes on the floor,
Trying to recall while walking through the door.
I guess this is the end of a one short display
Disco lights is unbelievably sick, I must say
who knew who knew?
The story ends
hands clean and messy
someone stupid like you?
indecently in the mirror i see
bullets blue dont you know
flies know what you are
authorities alive thought i might die
eyes take a good look
smiling gunshot wound hasn't in soo long
don't go telling everybody of the reflections of women to be
dolls try to believe in it all right
plastic cant change anything
killing you love is strange to me
brains twist it out but try to listen
do you or don't you want this?
what am i supposed to do?
worthy un shy terror rearranged and insane
get back to where you belong
flattered fascination
remember where you came from
hot blooded shepherd im amazed
get down and pray
greatly intriguing object to crave
that's what they all talk about
mistakes that don't belong to anyone
mistakes that ask
who do i belong to
not allowed exciting slide
reach out and rejoice
you pricked me up with your wishing wells
of so hells to sell
remember what you are heaven and blessings
sun is weak and its free
you look so good when done up properly
say something anything to me
uninvited exciting squirm
unfortunate un shy terror
love has brought me to higher place
get back to where you belong
slight doubts in thew pissing well
take your heart away
get down and pray
repent and do what they tell you
How am i supposed to live?
as someone new?
feed the fake
someone else?
shed the skin
streets to know victom
get away get away
windows forgotten better off empty
mental name killer
i got some company is houldnt have
give it away give it away
im there tragedy
where would i be?
go ahead go ahead
bitter angel of moons
whose the monkey with the misspelled name?>
always there to blame
go away go away
shadows mortal exist
cold and dull
cut the head off
Im a born again
where would i be?
feel old as the world around you
disco to take my heart away
everything reborn
mistakes in the past
everyday secret cant get away again
yesterday illusion i don't want the job
everything I believe
the light in my day
the hydra star scar
I cant get away again
someone else new and stupid like disco
ill be all right with reason and new direction
that pricks my finger of wings eclipsing suns
it was a night
of blinking lights
some white some blue
it was fun
we party like a sonforgun
stump bump and prance
THIS
DISCO PARTY DANCE
Disco squirrel now will reach for the stars
I watch and he takes off; being all ours.
The onlookers are amazed as he goes into a spin.
It’s amazing the fantastic shape he is in!
It’s all that chasing he does during the day.
He has a girlfriend, and boy, do they play!
They have worn a path around my oak tree.
I smile at the warm happy memory.
How did he get his name? A newcomer asks. And why?
Watch him for a few seconds, I eagerly reply.
Oh, wow! He does have the moves! She says now.
He can twist and groove and he packs lots of pow!
she speaks.
breaks.
waits in silence,
for an ending,
or new beginning.
the wait,
and time,
eludes the mind
forever
like the sierpinski
triangle.
she knows she doesn't.
memory is at full capacity.
empty.
reboot.
love awaits
in idealism
measured by hearts
and minds.
two sparks fly,
but does it matter?
A three ton python in a pair of roller skates can go very quickly around a room. But scores of pelican dashes on a music sheet can dive, dip and dunk in many a styrofoam cup so all must be ordered appropriately for the wide mouths and beaks. Stationary silver backed whales can stay afloat for over ten minutes in a boat. But oats boarding a plane can only be in the air for nine minutes and twenty one seconds. For the hungry pig cloud chases the plane of oats and wishes to consume them all in giant munching sessions. Doors that are left ajar and creak should never be mistaken for speaking really. For speaking is neither specialised spillage nor satirised salted spray. So all mind the puddles of pudding when traipsing around the kitchen in a pair of high heels. Better to be barefoot then bare said a bear who was coming for some cereal. Great. How marvellous a sunset sail on a crusty bun then? Hahah a mirror standing with a diabolical diamondback digital dog. Hahahahaha sealed over moon display in a current of prawn spittle. Chatting. Xxxxx zoologists z z z z z at half an hour to the approximate time of the talon tank. Z z z z z
the music was pretty flat ~ but her sun shone in stereo that day
mono was never enough for me ~ double vision leads me astray
anyway i couldn't stop staring ~ inner man gave the game away
a pretty awkward moment ~ goddammit what am i trying to say
my first slow dance with a girl ~ physics biochemistry on display
serotonin shakes up hormones ~ love and lust obviously not gay
By
David Kavanagh
#We are what we are, this is not homophobic#