Best Swingers Poems
The great Elvis Presley stole the show
When it came to music, fast and slow
Patsy Cline could sing so sweet and fine
Without a doubt, her voice would shine
Hank Williams had a son with his name
Like father, like son – they claimed fame
Ray Charles played despite being blind
His listeners knew he was one of a kind
Aretha Franklin had a voice of pure gold
It was certain that her records were sold
Jimi Hendrix’s music would travel the world
As his listeners swayed, twirled and swirled
Elvis said Orbison was the world’s greatest singer
With a three-octave voice, his voice would linger
With Ring of Fire, Johnny Cash became world renown
His vocals rebuilt faith in those who’d been beat down
Me and Bobby McGee made this lady legendary
Janis Joplin was a soul who was far from ordinary
Diana Ross played for those who loved to hear her
With a voice like an angel, she made the soul purr
Cher demonstrated what it means to believe in yourself
With confidence and guts, she’ll never be put on a shelf
Stevie Wonder made the heart feel like it has been blessed
Without a doubt, he stirred feelings the heart would attest
The Beatles, the Rolling Stones and so many other singers
Knew the meaning of giving the 60’s its assembly of swingers
I hear he's a wimner Poetry Contest
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May 16, 2023
Grey Stegosaurus
Swinging acrobatic troop
Did the loop tail loop
By Robb A. Kopp
In de dark of night, shadows play on de wall,
Your skin, soft like satin, mi hear you call.
Eyes like fire, burning deep, hypnotic flame,
Mi soul quake, whisper your name.
But oh, why mi heart beat so wild and free,
When I imagine another tasting you, not me?
Mi man, mi king, mi forbidden bliss,
Why would I share dis heaven's kiss?
It eh jealousy dat choke mi breath,
But de sweet surrender, close to death.
De tingle, de ache, de endless desire,
Fi watch him rise, consumed by fire.
Let anudda hand feel di silk of his skin,
Let anudda mouth taste what lies within.
Is not betrayal, no shame, no scorn,
Is fi him joy mi heart was born.
Di way him lips part, di sound of his sigh,
When pleasure grip him, mi feel mi fly.
Not every treasure meant fi keep alone,
Sometimes, to share is to sit on a throne.
De dark is sweet, it wraps us tight,
Twisting hearts, blurring right from night.
I want fi see him in bliss so true,
Even if it means di world go blue.
So mi say, take him, drink him deep,
Make him forget till his soul can't sleep.
And when he return, dis fire still burns,
Cause mi heart eh break; it only yearns.
For lust is a dance, a wicked play,
And love a river dat twist and sway.
Mi man, mi king, mi secret treasure,
Why? Because it’s all about his pleasure.
A quartet of swingers in Reno
Swapped keys as is usually so
One got the two wives
A case of the hives
The other an Alfa Romeo
Why mi heart would seh yes,
When de world might cry no?
De fire inside mi chest
Burn hotter dan volcano glow.
Mi queen, mi gyal, mi free bird, fly high—
Ah see yuh in yuh glory, nuh chain could tie.
Yuh skin glisten, de moonlight kissin'
De curves dat mek man dream in silence, missin’.
Ah nuh jealous—mi lust too deep,
Ah want to see yuh dance in shadows yuh keep.
Why mi would let dem hands weh nuh mine roam?
Because freedom sweet, and freedom is home.
De way yuh hips sway, ah worship in awe,
De ting dat mek mi burn is de ting mek mi raw.
Ah nuh fear love weh wild and black—
Ah fear love weh silent, bound, and slack.
Yuh spirit nuh fi bottle; ah nuh own yuh soul.
But mi drown in yuh ocean, yuh tek mi whole.
Go mek de stars jealous, shine brighter dan night,
If dem touch yuh light, mi still hold yuh tight.
Cuz what is yuh body but temple, divine,
Even when shared, yuh still always mine.
Yuh nuh need permission fi walk dis Earth free,
And mi heart beat loud, but mi eyes dem see:
Mi lust fi yuh grow when yuh wildness rise,
De more yuh slip away, de more mi hypnotize.
Ah dark love dis, shadow-touched and deep,
Ah passion dat nuh slumber, nuh sleep.
In yuh freedom mi find de ting dat ah crave,
Naked truth, mi gyal—yuh make mi brave.
So dance wid de devil, play wid de flame,
Ah watch from de shadows, ah feel de same.
For de more yuh explore, de more yuh give,
Ah love yuh dark, wild, raw—ah live.
THeir plan - in each oriface pour
some Vaseline, KY and more...
with rings of the bell
they both had to yell,
"Too greasy to open the door."