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Conga Poems - Poems about Conga


Premium MemberIn a Pickle

being in a May-December relationship 
could test the boundaries of patience
like the football socks under a teenager’s bed
it does not age well

these relationships have unique challenges
the rehashed stories of ‘the good old days’
smell of figments of their imagination
as it contradicts with history lessons taught

they harp on about ‘songs with words’
ones people could dance to
with their
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Categories: conga, analogy, satire,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberFollow Me

Follow Me

Come on, join in,
hook onto the end
of the conga line!
Hands on the hips of one ahead
all following along
in a snaky, winding, whooping line
like a centipede jiggly jiving, legs astride!
Three shuffles on the beat, step, step step, 
then a high kick, to one side or the other, 
all in step to the four beats to
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Categories: conga, dance,
Form: Free verse



Premium MemberDancing

To jitterbug and jive, perhaps to feel alive;
Dreaming that I too could dance as well as you;
Strutting to a tango in Chichicastenango
Touring a veranda edged with jacaranda.
Four eyes eagerly dancing; engagingly entrancing
Above paired swaying hips and rippling tender lips.
When the musical combo broke into a mambo
Our hearts began drumming to a secret thrumming.
We did a
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Categories: conga, dance, dream, imagery, music,
Form: Imagism

Premium MemberThe Conga Line

The conga line stretches on for miles,
With wedding gown leading her groom,
Swerving in and out of future trials,
Before the newlyweds head to their room.

With wedding gown leading her groom,
Happily stunning in her pearly crown.
Before the newlyweds head to their room,
Her groom wears a silly hat, and plays the clown.

Happily stunning in her pearly crown,
God looks
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Categories: conga, marriage, wedding,
Form: Pantoum

The Conga Drums Speak

Listen to the Conga drums speak
Drench my soul with the spirited beat
Break the chains from around my feet
And sprinkle some rum on the street.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep
Electrify the sleeping dead
Exhume innocent bodies and balm them again.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Stand up and dance to the rhythm
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Categories: conga, africa, beauty, black african
Form: Free verse




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