Learn to Fandango
castanet in your hand
Tambourine calling
its bells to command
Dance every Tango
before it’s too late
Death in the offing
— the wolf at the gate
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Written: June 29, 2023
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Cockle, two hooves clung over a hundred brothers.
You discovered unmatched comfort such as no other.
An awl compiled your flight of stairs to a dynasty.
A lasting legacy of resilience and strength to foresee.
A hundred tides, over a thousand plovers of sunshine
You've witnessed a time journey and a legacy divine.
In the castanet you erected, you're overweight.
Memories are archived on a home limestone site.
Without us, you'd be as peaceful as dawn.
But we found your deeds, a ruby to fawn.
Witnessing your consciousness is a sight so rare.
As eyes leave your cheek, a glimmer, an affair
Saturn flashbulb lobes are viewed using a lens.
Stunning and appealing, transcendent loveliness
The snow breaks apart in a universe-wide ballet.
The rings are on exhibit; they are a marvelous display.
A motionless, tilted cap, a mark of your grace.
To learn how to leave things alone, embrace
Ocean Treasures A story underwater unfolds.
A quahog species, so ancient and bold.
Longfellow Deeds
From
Winchestertonfieldville
Iowa
Wrote throw away poems for Hallmark Cards
In search of laughs
But H.W. Longfellow
Spoke in linguistic Espagna
Of his body craving Sergovia
And of a soul forged in Madrid
Set to a soundtrack of Castanet
An inquisition of state
Lapping at the beating shores of the Mediterranean
Searching for a New World to Tame
Crossing the Shipping Lanes of Atlantis
The Heroin is met
In Studious perplex
As for neither had she met
But yet
She is at what is to explore
A Character
A Muse
A Classic piece of Art
In Words and Ink
Inspied by Julia Ward
Light Verse
H.W Longfellow Poetry Contest
Spanish Student
Deepest Heights
Weaving mountains together spinning intricate threads
moving slowly through the mosaic fabric of innocent time
the mantra enlightens self fulfilling intimate prophesies
~ Sacred texts waning waxing swelling ~
Delirious pleasure calligraphed onto skins curvaceously inked
loving crescent words ancient utterances living the dream
the lovers drink from a well of readings writings prosaic embrace
~ Blushing crescendos teasing pleasing positioning ~
Samsara imbibing union transcending for another moment
anticipating postponing awaiting in the future here and now
the flute shivers to recipient tunes of castanet flow and tempo
~ Fiery symphonies trusting thrusting combusting ~
Messages
Massages
Melodies
Scripture
Sensuality
Serenades
All is one and one is everything as we breeze together breathe beget
bewildered beginnings kindle unfinished endings start the circle once again
‘Ka(r)ma Sutra
‘Tant(r)amount
To Being
It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met
Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And wow what a silhouette
Coquette she wore an amulet
Feared nothing short of a bayonet
Forgot the laundry it was still wet
I got hungry and craved an omelet
Asked M-A to join me in my Corvette
Drove to the closest luncheonette
Ordered baguette and anisette
We talked right until the sun set
She showed me a statuette
She dreamt of a trip to Tibet
So we jumped on a jumbo jet
Me her and the rest of the jetset
Across the aisle was the oddest duet
He played the clarinet she the castanet
While Marie-Antoinette rhymed the alphabet
Dancing and waving with a serviette
Try and imagine this strange vignette
Marie-Antoinette Marie-Antoinette
Forever in her debt
Not so easy to forget
I only have one regret
I left Marie-Antoinette back in Tibet
Submitted on November 14, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 20 sponsored by MARK TONEY
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on February 17, 2018
the owl-eyed cat
sleeps quietly
near my
Spanish blue guitar
while one eye
peeled open
to watch the
gray mouse afar
that dance across
the six tender
nylon strings that
clap the castanet
in both hands
as she performs
that old Spanish
flamenco dance
I am
A curious seahorse
Of copper and evergreen
Skittering past
Gaping jaws
Of a killer whale
An angry crawdad
Clicking my
Castanet claws
At sandaled toes
Gliding by
A scrambled message
On a cellular phone
With whirs and clicks
Baffling the receiver
But concealing an SOS
To look into my
Stained glass eyes
Is to see the quiver
Of an empty heart.