Best Jitterbugging Poems
Flirting flappers
Whipper snappers
Prohibitions
Big restrictions
Legs are showing
pearls are Swirling
Charleston’s harking
Lovers sparking
Dancing Lindy
With Miss Mindy
Jitterbugging
Afterwards hugging
Raccoon coats
Rowing boats
Bathtub gin
Fun never ends.
Categories:
jitterbugging, dance, fashion, fun, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Your mama said my mama
was blacker than burnt white toast
My daddy said your daddy
was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole
Your brother said my brother
was a jive, jitterbugging jigaboo
My sister said your sister
was a nappy head, big lip snaggletooth
Your best friend said my best friend
was an empty can of dummy orange juice
My best friend said your best friend
was a cuckoo for Coco Puffs fruit loop
I heard you said that I
was a lazy, waging the tail barf boy
You heard that I said you
was a bowlegged, cross-eyed Barbie toy
As children
we were taught that stick and stones
may break our bones
But words could never hurt
Good advice though that may be,
we know better ...
Words do hurt people feelings deeply
Categories:
jitterbugging, feelings, truth, wisdom, words,
Form:
Light Verse
The Spirit of the Lord is not mentioned often in the Holy Scriptures
But if you read the book of Acts you will get the full gospel picture
Of the power of the Holy Spirit and what It can do
Of the power that God has and how it can delight in you
When you dance with the Spirit your priorities will be rearranged
When you dance with the Spirit your whole outlook on life will change
Understand that God desires to be in relationship with us totally
God wants to be a part of our triumphs and our tragedies
God wants us to dance with HIm in true harmony
Cheek to cheek hand in hand is how God wants it to be
Now when the Spirit comes its more than an emotional two step move
When the Spirit comes it comes in a full transformal groove
To touch our souls, to open our hearts and to strengthen our minds
The Spirit wants to dance with us in a manner most kind
The Spirit wants to move us out of our brokenness and our mess
The Spirit wants to call us out on those things we need to address
To not be so concerned about what society has to say
To not be overwhelmed by life's circumstances as we journey on our way
Now dancing with life, full of joy and spiritually purified
Cleansed of those things that God sees as being horrified
Baptized by water and forged by the fire of spiritual transformation
A new creation in Christ now housed on a new foundation
Dancing with the Spirit jitterbugging with the Lord Christ
Doing the spiritual salsa, the holy hustle and the tango for the rest of my life
No longer will I define myself by my worst experience thus far
I'm now dancing with the Spirit no longer bitter nor faint of heart
Stepping out of the boat with courage and holiness abound
A new adjective before my name as the spirit in me has been found
No longer crackhead Sue but now Life Coach Susan
No longer drunken Joe but now Detective Joseph the man
Now dancing with the Spirit delivered from the adversary
Full of godly power to fight against my enemies
I'm dancing the merengue, the cha cha and the samba with the Holy Spirit
I'm dancing the swing, the bolero and the mambo as I'm now with it
Dancing with the Spirit I'm doing the jive
Dancing with the Spirit and I'm feeling so alive
Doing the gospel waltz, the holy hip-hop and the heavenly electric slide
I'm dancing with the Holy Spirit cheek to cheek side by side
Categories:
jitterbugging, dance, faith, god, inspirational,
Form:
Didactic
Jamming geniuses - Wow!
Jitterbugging soul feels
joyous, with not a care!
Jovial Satchmo swings,
Joe Pass, Ella, Miles, Bird
join: samba, bebop, blues -
Jazz, a heaven on earth!
Written 13 Oct 2020
Categories:
jitterbugging, happiness, music,
Form:
Pleiades
Hanky Panky
Honey
My foot is taping
It’s been a while
I figure it’s gotta be almost
An hour
Baby
You know you
Drive me crazy
How you do it
Constantly
You tease my eyes
It’s no surprise
Your naughty smiles
Make me so ravenously hungry
Aw come on baby
My heart is jitterbugging
It’s been a while
At least an hour
I’ve been waiting
Since I had my
Honey fix
Let’s fool around a bit
And play at hanky panky
You make me crazy
Turn me into 140 pounds
Of Olympian athlete
I need you now sweetie
Just gotta have your kiss
My drug
Is on your lips
Let’s fool around a bit
And play with hanky panky
Baby
I just can’t help it
You’re just so god damn sexy
Even in your rollers
A radiant beauty
Even in your bath robe
A bewitchery
Everything about you
Drives me crazy
It’s only been half an hour
You tell me
Feels like longer
You gotta help me
My blood is all polka dot and jiving
Come on honey
I think I might be dieing
It’s been a while
Must be more than an hour
Let’s fool around
Play together at hank panky
Honey
You know I love you
And how you love me
It’s not my fault
Your wicked eyes are saying
Irresistibly
Maybe
You make my pulse pound
Because I can see
That little wiggle
When you look at me
And that little giggle
Is already playing
With the hanky panky
AW come on Baby
Glide on over
And end my misery
Together we’re just so good
At hanky panky
Exploding sugars
How you make me
Walk the tight rope
Of a single hour
It’s been awhile
Since we got together
And did the hanky panky
Flash those honey eyes
And bat those eyelids
Walk on over
And be my Goddess
It’s been so long since I had your kiss
My drug is on your lips
I can’t resist
Everything about you
Answers my every wish
Everything about me
Is your hanky panky
Categories:
jitterbugging, funny, love, passionme, love,
Form:
Free verse
Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
able bane, cuz this tear
rubble flabbiness a glare
ring anatomical feature, I swear
shape shifted into a dare
ridge hubble unsightly
bulge ballooning mere
lee (just south of nada so clear
lee belly button), where
former wash board abdomen veer
hilly subsumed by displeasing scare
really hated love handles glare
ring paunches noticeable, especially
when belly bare
adduce sing the culprit bing
one or more daring
pharmacological prescription eliminating
debilitating panic attacks,
albeit re: fashioning
my metabolism, but
necessary medications giving
immeasurable un bull heaving
relief to this generally
skeptical person instilling
joyus rapture, where
psychological state jitterbugging
(a slight bit of hyperbole,
I tango with) kickstarting
long overdue ability
to experience living
shorn of paralyzing anxiety,
yes every now and again
isolated heated flare ups making
stellar appearance, asper
wren literal "NON
FAKE" pennilessness,
and a concomitant stress
inducing circumstance naming
management due to inspect
occupied apartment units
this next oncoming
week (October seventh -
thirteenth) inducing palpitating
heart, irritable bowel syndrome,
and non quitting
excessive (no pun intended -
heavy handed) perspiration,
but generally "speaking" quieting
torturous unbearable
woebegone raging
adrenaline hellishly riotous smiting
my body electric
condemning torturing
poisoning relentlessly (like
stinging scorpions) upending
many prime decades vice wrenching
yoking ambivalence nose zing
worthlessness toward
total mortal kombat!
Categories:
jitterbugging, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Categories:
jitterbugging, addiction, anger, assonance, grief,
Form:
Light Verse
Jovial Joyful Jolly jubilant J.
Jabbery, jitterbugging joyful jay
Jeepers, J, jibing and jiving, jollifying,
French Jay, Joie de vivre, joy of living
Jupiter’s Juturna could not have been here without you,
Twenty pages of J words in World Book dictionary,
I am amazed at how many of your words express some form of joy.
Jubilee, jestor, jokester, jackassey, jublilate.
Jeepers, J, you are so awesome!
Jingoism and jiggery pokery should have been re-named.
They do not fit your joyful jewel-laden jambalaya.
Jovial joyful Jolly Jubilant Jay, I am in awe.
Categories:
jitterbugging, word play,
Form:
Free verse
In every apple, an atom resides;
in every Adam, an apple abides.
So it goes and goes, apples
toppling off tables in rhythmic waves,
falling through slits, convincing themselves
they are particles instead.
Whether in a pie or the depths
of your eye, it remains a life
enlaced with apples.
Even saws wield charmed abilities
to see both down and up, felling
trees born from swallowed seeds
of time, nestled deeply, inside apples.
Apple begets apple, begets knowing,
tasting apples sideways and blindfolded,
shielding your naked red delicious
from no other than yourself—
though some claim it was the figs.
Apples in motion deceive, looking
at you like two when you blink;
it's wise to check the number of shadows
before expressing a sly look or disagreeing
with reality, mattering up the gravity of it all.
Too much energy and not enough ease
for Adams and atoms in a closed system
cloaked in apples, lifting their skin
revealing only what you inquire of them.
The method of questioning determines
the taste of the pith—whether it dances
towards you with the hip of a granny smith
or slides a groove, creating gravy stew.
It depends on you and how you pose
the question to the apple.
Slicing knives are apples too, as are hands
that grip the handle and the cradle
of air, in the up-and-down jitterbugging
of the relentless rhythm of the dropping blade—
all still atoms, as we've covered, which might have been figs.
Categories:
jitterbugging, fruit,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Your mama said my mama
was blacker than burnt white toast
My daddy said your daddy
was a vanilla, rice cake loving Oriole
Your brother said my brother
was a jive, jitterbugging jigaboo
My sister said your sister
was a nappy head, big lip snaggletooth
Your best friend said my best friend
was an empty can of dummy orange juice
My best friend said your best friend
was a cuckoo for Coco Puffs fruit loop
I heard you said that I
was a lazy, waging the tail barf boy
You heard that I said you
was a bowlegged, cross-eyed Barbie toy
As children
we were taught that stick and stones
may break our bones
But words could never hurt
Good advice though that may be,
we know better ...
Words do hurt people feelings deeply
Categories:
jitterbugging, children, truth, wisdom, words,
Form:
Light Verse
Curiously creative critters crowded confused Crystal
Deliberately demanding diverse diagrams during depression
Eliciting extra enthusiastic energy entertaining elves
Formulating fresh flippant flares for Freddie
Giving generous gifts, gallivanting gleefully
Heartily having healthy hopes helping Henry
Igniting imagination inducing interesting investigations
Jealous juicy jazzy jabberwocky jitterbugging
Categories:
jitterbugging, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
ABC
Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark side of the moon.
Gyrating in a sensual frenzy
of broken dreams,
exhausted bodies execute
a heart-break dance of missteps.
One last mournful note
and the music ends.
Categories:
jitterbugging, love, moon,
Form:
Free verse
It was no cosmic coincidence that a persnickety intergalactic wise guy named Hub
with an arrogant swagger morphed into the center of a crowded fast-moving Harlem jazz club
on February 11th, 1933 at dusk, preplanned by an angelic being named Lub.
One jitterbugging dancer named Minx looked up for a second, when he arrived at the club.
But it did not make sense that someone could materialize out of nothing, right?
Minx looked away, but then briefly back, into intelligent eyes that were blue, smart, and bright.
He was a scamp, she knew it immediately, she felt she knew him, at the second sight.
A warning gong went off in his head. A spitfire, he tried to stay away with all of his might.
They danced in close proximity, trying to ignore each other, this earthling and man from space.
Her auburn hair was curly and lush, and seemed to say hello from every corner of this place.
Knowing he was in trouble, feeling she was a big taboo, he attempted to show his poker face.
Glowing emerald eyes held him captive, as he tried to think, and clear his fast-beating heart pace.
You have a mission, his head argued, but his heart was not willing to follow the two-hour-ago plan.
He is a dandy warned a voice inside Minx’s head. Try to act casual, so he will be willing to land.
She opened her eyes wide, smiled at her dancing partner, gave him a laugh, and prettily petted his hand.
She was in Hub’s arms for the next set, and all the ones after that too, and they barely noticed the band.
Hub’s voice was a growl, gnarly, all dangerous, one of those better-stay-away-from-me males.
He was dapper, and dashing, a remedy and soothing balm to every one of Minx’s ales.
Minx was the most glorious being Hub had ever seen, including all earthlings and Stratosphales.
They ended their evening of passion like nomads, sitting on one of those giant hay bales.
Hub was sucked back to his planet by an insistent space ship captain in the spring of 1934.
The lovers met nightly in their dreams and in the day time they remembered each other forevermore.
Minx gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, her last memento from Hub, on Tuesday October 24.
A token of my appreciation Mom, Lub said, as he blew a kiss, from his bird-side seat on heaven’s floor.
Categories:
jitterbugging, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Frog hoppers dance by the brilliant light of the moon.
The jitterbugging is lively and some of them swoon.
Two get carried away. One of them tries to spoon.
The other frog pushes her away, as he does a loud croon.
There is a howling wail of a meadow lark loon.
An interloper spies on them, a masked raccoon.
They dance their legs off on the sand dune.
Most of them are excited at the frog’s old-time tune.
Categories:
jitterbugging, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Free verse
Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,
nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years and fourscore
orbitz around black hole sun
scattering cremains galore
camouflage ashes colored like hoar.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Categories:
jitterbugging, 12th grade, america, creation,
Form:
Rhyme