Best Peoplesong Poems
The sun smiles down to send it's greeting.
The wind sighs as it runs through the trees.
Birds long since have chorused their welcome
And in the gardens flowers are tended by bees.
The people now their day are pursuing
Just mundane or perhaps over too soon.
The earth is singing the song of creation
While all of life dances in time to it's tune.
Comes evening ,the moon is on watch now.
The wind's whispering at last come to cease.
Tiny heads dropping on breasts gently beating
While bees and flowers are in their own little peace.
The people now sleeping,spent bodies resting
With unfulfilled dreams,memories tucked away.
The song of creation has once again ended,
Yet life makes ready for the dance of another day.
your voise is all i heard.
a picture in my head.
you amerged out of nowhere.
i like what u said.
we could be a pair.
sing that song again.
i am a true fan.
maybe i am insane.
just sing that song again!
The way he moves, like he’s floating on wings,
Dancing in beat to the song that he sings;
Dipping down, then up again fast,
A dance like his goes on, unsurpassed;
He spins to the left and then to the right,
Listen closely to the beautiful song he recites;
“Ya hey-ya hey-ya” he chants to the beat of the drums,
One by one the crowd is awed and one by one succumbs;
To the spell that his slow movements have cast,
Till they have no perception of time that has passed;
His deliberate actions tell of his tale,
Of how one day he will prevail;
And soar with the beings up in the sky,
And then to the heavens he will fly!
~Honorable Mention in the "Fill in the Blanks" Contest by Paula Swanson~
The Lights Dim
I see she's holding back
Every time I come here
I just want to see her
I know she's think about what she lacks
The metal is the only thing straighten up her spine
I wish for her to sit next to me; we could both drink up my wine
Smoke fills up the the room
the smell of secrecy and shame is masked
By long office days and two for one boos
Her favorite song is on
And when she dances, I always get that long-
Same sequence and heels
Same pressure I feel
Everything I've already seen from her
But..she makes it look so new
Like she just closes her eyes and escapes
and all I could do from here is watch and take
Take pictures of this young body, but sad and fast matured face...
She glides upon the stage and stills the eyes of men
And how I wish to be her stiff and silver friend
If by mistake eye contact were made, would she know?
Know that I know more than what she'll ever show
Just get off that stage and we could both go
The song is finishing
If she would just look at me, we would float
She's leaving me, as I whisper no
The Lights Dim