Best Groove Poems

I went to a monster party,
At Castle Frankenstein;
With lots of food and spirit,
The fun kicked off at nine!

Ol' Frankie did the robot,
I stepped to a jitterbug;
The floor began to quake,
We really cut the rug!

I moved on to a sexy witch,
We slid across the room;
I broke down in a two-step,
While dancing with her broom!

I was jammin'...

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Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the...

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You ask for too much, tho
your categories make me so
frantic.

Teachers are like that, right?
('cept for the few, of course,)
who know how to deal with recourse

that has something to do with antic.

Could go on and on
but wouldn't want anyone to
panic.

as I whistle
and so on
And so on
And So On

.......

and the beat goes on...

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(Verse #1)
We can dance all night,
Lets make a promise,
Lets do this right,
All through the night, 

Anything you want,
Girl, you can have it,
Girl, you blow my mind,
with the things you do,
when you move,

(Chrous:)
(When you groove,)
The midnight groove,
(Girl, I love,)
The way you move,

(Verse #2)
The way you touch my heart,
Not like another, 
Girl, you're on my mind,
All of...

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a woman ask whats wrong with me
that some thing is not the same
she said she still see the fire 
but what happen to the flame

her words take me by surprise
because i didn't notice this before
so i start looking at my self
but cant find the kaz groove no more

lately i been under the weather
with some normal...

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She calls me God and damns me nightly
As we exchange deep sighs and moans
I'm the father of Orgasms and Creations
The moans of a beastly release
She's Mother of every Desire
Match of my fires 
explosion galore
From the steamy release
She knows just how to
Please and tease into
Full submission
Conquest and mission
 The last gasp of breathe
Only to inhale life
From...

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At some point I convinced myself
I could write poetry,
Considering poetry books on my shelf
Why would the world need more?
So, I tried my hand at short stories,
What could be easier?
Then the fountain ran dry!
The next step, naturally, writing novels
After seven with lots of rejections
I had no more heart to try.
Now, I have discovered it’s a compulsion
To...

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In a swirling groove of surrealism

What a week it has been!
A weak passage of time fraught with disappointments have I seen.
Few sprigs of gleaming import found me as I went about my way each day.
Moments arose when it appeared that success would be mine, yet there were but
 mere shadows and not true substance!
Following the...

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time now waits for sound
rhythm now follows numbers
bodies start to groove...

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pick up the pen
            or
pick up the can
they both
         both
                 lead to
the same same same
     ...

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In this white-washed room, time moves slow, 
 Monitors beepin’ soft and low, 
 I got tubes and dreams, but one thing’s clear— 
 The only medicine I need is your voice in my ear. 

 Nurses come and go like the wind through the door, 
 But I’m anchored in a hope I can’t...

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Embrace me     my lover,
Let eager fingers identify your physical boundary,

Innocently caressing every curve leaving a surmounting temptation like no other,

Satisfying even those hidden pages tucked away in your precious diary,

Lovingly kissing such divine lips,
Every hand stroke encountering a quivering body,
While lustful hands clasp onto swinging hips,

Fair warning    ...

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I just wrote another song--I’ve got the lyrics and the chords.
It’s not too short, nor too long, and the melody fits the words.
The majors and minors flow into a nice chord progression,
And there’s a sexy, slow, Latin beat to add a touch of passion.
 
I’ve not yet made a solo that will dazzle our rock...

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Feel a red hot red chakra like lead in your 
pelvis and shake it like Elvis.

Moving to Orange in the tummy,Hari Krisnas
are dancing and chanting.

Higher is a Yellow glowing sunflower,
in the solar plexus a canary is singing.

Green is the scene for the rainforest Queen,
tropical green sounds surround your being.

Blue is the chakra for the throat,you...

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On 
his
forearms-
the hobo
could show his metal....

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