Walking under the harvest moon
Pitch black ~ so Erie
But magnificent moon
Captivated by its beauty
Looking over the water
No street lights~ stars shine bright
How i love the moon and stars
Come walk with me tonight
Dancing in the moonlight
Sigh ~ let it shine forever
Stars twinkled all over the sky
Like an orchestra playing a symphony
Perfect moment in time under ~Harvest moon
I asked a friend of my older sister
To 'Teach me to dance'.
She complied and tried her best.
I tried, but fail the test.
65 years ago,
Mary birthed a memory,
Now, forever fixed in my history.
It wasn't Mary's fault,
I never learned to dance.
Breathe at ease, enjoy life at full.
Propel life shines on charm of thrill..
Every event to event to face gallant !
Your dynamism to enchant.
Troubles can wait in every turn.
To overcome ? It's your concern.
Meet challenge of life at each step !
Arrange to get the perfect shape.
Physical world you can't ignore
Exert your efforts and explore.
'
often wisely observed and evaluated
two to tango is a shared responsibility
too often not shouldered
the real value and beauty of two in a tango
lies in devotion, perseverance, loyalty
it is an unfailing commitment
to move in harmony, a balanced unity
symmetry, maintaining an equilibrium
a consonance in an infrangible coherence
two to tango is a loving embrace
that mesmerizes the dance floor
provocative, stimulating, seductive, alluring
hinting at times, a salacious aura
and when i muse on these aspects
i believe two to tango in the latter
is more in line with the aspects of life
where the magic reflects in the eyes
of the Most High, with a lifted eyebrow
a peccadillo compared to refusing responsibility
are we not told the greatest of these, love
as Mr. Spock would say, dancing is logical
if two must tango
Oregon 10/1/26
Mon amour
it’s you
I adore
Moonstruck—
I am over
the moon
for you
Will moonlight
delight
be ours
tonight?
Moon ami
shower me
with beams
of dreams—
rays
that will
keep me
amazed
as I take
a chance
on romance
this taunting
tilted tiptoe
blushingly
balletic brachiate bush
slobber scripted sham
worn waxy
wiesenboden
rioting
repeater rocketry
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
Just like the plants,
I like to dance in the rain,
The Xperience won't stain,
It helps heal the pain,
You can just feel the gain,
As it drains down your skin,
Tickling, Trickling its way in,
A saturation infatuation,
I love my relation to it all,
Small drops stop me in my tracks,
I snack on what's to come,
Some more keeps falling to the floor,
I'm soaked to the core,
It's pouring love from above,
All of the plants are singing,
It's brining in abundance,
A fun dance hides in the leaves,
Leaving treasures for entities,
To small for us to see,
Feeding all things above the sea,
Meeting the needs of all beings,
So if you're seeing the rain,
Remain aware of what's truly there,
Share in its abundance,
Do a fun dance,
Regain the chance,
To Xperience the effects,
Of one of natures best aspect.
jump
skipping
waltzing too
energetic
dance
The rain pours like blessings from heaven
The lillies and ferns dance and sway swiftly
The dry soil turns swampy and soft
It glides away all that rests upon it
The feeling is so vibrant and cozy
The hopeful heart flies with wings far off
Wandering like busy butterfly...
The little folk dance
And laugh with glee,
Sticking their tongues out
And pointing at me,
With my head in a hole
And my feet up a tree.
In dreams I wander worlds unknown,
In life somehow, feel more alone.
Shadows dance with leaping flame,
In this land that knows no name.
I come to dance among the stars,
Forgetting sorrow, pain, and wars.
Leave earthly worries far behind,
Enter the realm within the mind.
Here I feel the Spirit moved,
Here my worth need not be proved.
I exist and my soul lives free,
Chains and flesh cannot bind me.
Discarding every insult and shame,
Finding peace in mine own name.
Feet on earth and mind in sky,
They cannot break the truth with lie.
Soaring high and diving deep,
Each moment a treasure that I keep.
Leaves rustle and creatures run,
Wind beneath a most distant sun.
PIROUETTE
Dark, the clouds
Move the sky
High above, the rain
Begins it's fall
Unties the towel
Loose, around your waist
The first drops dance
Across your back
You wrap, and run away
You turn to pirouette
So proud
Bow, the clapping waves
A long ago memory of a girl i knew. A ballerina.
When it would rain we would travel to the beach.
Alone, because of the weather ... She loved to dance in the sand.
I came with restless voices in my head,
And doubts that paced the borders of the room;
They named the brittle things I left unsaid,
And made the silence thicken into gloom.
Then all around me music caught its flame,
And dancers swung in circles round the floor;
Lamps softened my small and private blame,
While laughter rose—a bright, unbroken roar.
I watched the circling dancers as they turned,
Until the music entered through my feet;
The doubts I carried no longer returned,
And fell silent beneath the rolling beat.
The room swung wide; the rhythm filled the air,
Its mighty pulse outshone each private cry;
I had no thought to feed, no grief to bear,
Only stillness as dancers whirled by.
Amid the music’s storm, my spirit found its home;
I met a quiet place, and ceased to roam.
If I knew how to make the clouds dance,
I would teach them to waltz across vast skies.
They would never dissolve into nothingness—
And they would always inspire searching eyes.
If I knew how to make the clouds dance,
I would be a musician of bright notes and vivid colors.
I would take them by the hand like friends,
So they would never grieve as lonely drifters or lovers.
I would teach them how to be like the swans,
Moving gently with grace as they glide.
A composer floating endlessly in the lake of dreamers.
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
Have you ever thought
That those sprinkled words
You once left
On your personal notes
Are just heavy memories
Wishing to be brought
To the surface?
They swirl mid air
In your dusty wooden workshop
Wishing for you
To purge them
To alchemize them
To transmute the black matter
Into pure light
Into sparkles and delight
No matter
How relentless they are
To how many treacherous lands
They’ve taken us so far
The message of hope for us all
Is: “May we always find
Bravery, Space and Time
To tame the chimeras
That wander freely in our minds
Bring them to our side
And dance in unison
With the utmost delight.”
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