Best Peopledance Poems
Vivid contrasts emanate lively hues
from the brilliancy of colors,
to radiate skin, hair and eyes;
and these are the wishes of all lovers!
He's a handsome man in a dark suit well-pressed,
and she's a beautiful woman in a scarlet dress;
he doesn't like ladies with flashy clothes,
and she only likes guys with ripped shirts!
Amelia fascinates her partner with her adorable smile,
Riccardo's blue eyes see a woman no man can resist;
and with his sexy eyes and killer's looks makes his conquest;
how exciting she seems and how happy she is to feel alive!
Their cheeks occasionally touch as kisses of a soft wind,
passion arises, but the dance must end with a standing ovation;
they're the only perfect pair who are rehearsing and getting recognition,
other dancers are getting impatient and are dying to come in.
The violin and piano begin to play in full harmony, " Un Ballo In Maschera,"
and all the guests come out gracefully to join the masquerade ball without timidity...
wearing luxurious and colorful costumes of the legendary Venetian Era;
and they elegantly dance on the diamond-shaped floor, trying to gess each other's identity.
The chorus adapts a moderato tone as wished by the conductor's baton, as the harmonic tones
accompany the high pitched soprano, who suddenly bursts out in a hissy scene;
she shouts, "My Riccardo has betrayed me! Take his mask off, and let him see me!"
And while the melody is embellished by the harmony, in anguish, she discords her vivid notes.
Entered in Brian's Strand contest, " Colours "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Cool Cat , in "Mixed Drink"
Gently,
the night surrounds,
cool, like wet snow.
As the gurlz cruise,
touch, then go.
Cold beer by my side, coooooool, mellooooow, slooooooowww.
Cool Cat can't think, can drink, seems mostly for show.
Oughta have a buzz,not a beer.
'Cause,
the need is clear
for less cool, more cheer.
barstool below, i'm sittin' here, wantin' to know
of this march moment, cold, no flow.
No when, then, no way to grow
into something beyond, a winters' woe.
The dragon is sleeping, the damsel is dreaming, so;
the Cool Cat is seeming, to smolder and glow.
Bored, bored, bored, just laying low;
then," Check that out, Bro'! "
A passing ember, i'll blow
afire.
A dance conflagration,
we share appreciation,
in the dance floors amalgation.
As sweating sensations
cause fascinations
anticipations?
i
coulda had whiskey
coulda got higher
we
in winter attire for anothers desire
coulda been cooler
"purrrrr", this gurlzzz dancin' "grrr"
!
Cool Cat met a lady, a lover,
got her undercover;
a friend
Warm, i swarm,
"You lonely, baby?"
This poem's at an end;
we blend.
"Mixed Drink"
Cool Cat
p.s. i am Christian, single, intelligent, handsome sometimes, and not adverse to the concept
of a girlfriend, dancing, a few beers after work, or a cuddle.
She has to be purrfect, tho!!!!
p.s.s. this is not a dating service, this is a poetry site!
the management
It’s hot and it’s fiery, it’s better shared by two
The Matchbook Mambo is the dance step for you
You ignite with your footsteps, so wild and free
And burn up the dance floor, that’s what you do
Put your hand on her backside and pull her so tight
Don’t be afraid, it’s a dance, so dare to ignite
Let your feet then move to the music and the beat
It’s a dance made of passion that’s sure to delight
So, everyone reading, get out on the floor
Grab your partner, dance away, like never before
Turn up the music, of your heart, set to beat
You’ll never dance another dance, of this I am sure