Mother Dance Poems

Dark, sexy, ebony eyes that light up, sparkle and twinkle.
Tender lips, as tempting as red, sensuous, burgundy wine.


On your handsome face, not even one, creeping,...

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Daylight breaks through the gate and a bright light shine intensely on my face from a distance. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but...

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A mother sat and watched her daughter playing
with the other girls, whose parents had also come to watch
the performance. They gathered in clumps, chatting brightly,
awaiting...

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Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place

I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and...

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Rain Dance

I danced in the storm last night
As the rain came pouring down,
Life’s music playing in my soul
And my feet just found the sound.
Lightning flashed,...

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They sing their own songs
In the spirit of light.
No, they do not take credit for that.
Nor, do they drain under dust and disdain
That suffers hollow...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in...

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Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

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 Deep in the forest, where gnarly trees grow
 There's a kingdom called Poetry, where verses never cease to flow
 Anyone could challenge for the...

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As I read poetry,  
I love reading the amazing words.  
When breathing in,  
each word comes alive.  
When breathing out, ...

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As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,  
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.  
As I did...

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She is like the Dandelion
Tenacious and Bright 
Growing with Curiosity 
Inquisitively Seeking
As She Peers up at the World
Yearning to know all
Delicate yet Tough
Bruises come so...

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Look at all the white fluffy snow,
I see Birdie the old black crow.
Mommy can I go out and play,
yes but a coat and hat on...

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The white out doors is covered with fluffy snow, 
the cold winds will swirl and blow.
The pretty flowers in my garden will not grow,
there is...

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Upon umber leaf, beneath a cloudy sky
fall's aroma arrives in solemn grace.
Pumpkin spice and cranberry leaves drift by
in wind-choreographed dance in birthplace

Festive trees dressed in...

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