Day of the Dead Dancers appeared in Tijuana at nine
They are right on time! The crowd yelped. Right on time and fine!
Their dance was macabre, ghoulish, garish, difficult to track.
They stayed until daylight the next morning, then they went back.
1437 - Any Short Form of Poetry 1-7-26
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Crystal Dancers
Tiny
Crystal dancers
Dressed in white lace
Twirl on the breath of a wind song
Magic!
Formed out of winds, rhapsodic
Dancers; and nymphs! Unseen.
Baring that diaphanous sheen
Eves, mentioned. Time, mystic!
By whom in love, in their midst
Tread lighter. Sprightlier!
One hillside on down, airiest
Tall-grassed, gold-tipped does sway.
To a beach. From out whose coves' spray
Spawned. If but sensed him, her.
whining accordions
polka dancers
old women wearing fluffy petticoats
old men in plaid shirts and cowboy hats
Midwestern square dancers
the adorable teen dancers with the bouncing hair are sweet
dressed in outrageously cute frothy plaid and tule skirts
I wonder if they are wearing matching shorts
One of them should be wearing matching panties
She turns and bounces around a bit more
Her skirt flies up an inch to her waist.
I see her shorts and feel relieved.
Si una dirección para tocar glissando
los embrates del amor
de la musica
puso uno a novia
la seda francesa
le calla musica
el bife!
el bife!
un broche de diamantras
a par como casi
pero en realidad
The embarrassments of love
of music
one gave a girlfriend
French silk
The steak!
The steak!
A diamond brooch
Qué es más asombroso que tales obligaciones, lo que debemos hacer? Para remediar la tensión del hambre.A la hoja de laurel en tal.
Retire la hoja de laurel.que hermosa musica.
Bailaremos esta noche si no llueve.
Almost even
But in reality
music silences him
Written By:Leon Wade and Terry Callie
Two Guys listening to the song discussing
the catsup stain on the woman's blouses.
No te importan las dells(feminine)
No te importan los dells
Beware the dancers who’ve ascended from hell,
who come to the swamp lands or elsewhere at night.
They transfix their victims and try to steal their souls,
causing them to dance with them beneath the moonlight.
If you should be caught by them, focus your mind.
Don’t look at the doom in their soulless eyes.
Pray to your God to help you to escape,
for demons we humans have to despise.
Pray hard, pleading, “Wickedness, be gone.”
To their music don’t let your body sway.
If you die, it needs to be to God’s light
that you let yourself be carried away.
Your life is precious, so take pleasure in it.
And do your best to live your life well
so you may avoid with your last breath
the dancers who waltz dead souls down to hell.
Nighttime falls the world in silence
Performers ready to be a guidance
Clouds begin to clear for all to see,
dazzling display descends for thee.
A stage forms above through the sky,
stars a mere backdrop for they become shy.
Moons and planets become their spotlight,
constellations an audience to watch tonight.
Night sky dancers arrive with charm and grace,
greeting their audience from deep space.
Rays of colors shine red, purple, and green,
a static sound heard by those who are keen.
As night continues their dances moves past,
the first one may end, but it won’t be their last.
In the blink of an eye the sky goes dark.
but make no mistake, they left their mark.
Fractured by The Dancers of Dissolution
(A lone voice whispers)
I dreamt
As I sat alone at home
After church
One rainy afternoon
Dressed in my Sunday best
Thinking after you left
We were like two rare windblown autumn leaves
Meeting on a winter's tree branch
By chance
Hypnotized within that first magical glance
To think we would be together
Forevermore
Until the wickedness within the ever watching jealous world
Gathered around us
Like a wild scene at a new Feast of Bacchus
And began
To smile and dance
Salivating
At the dark thought and soul replenishing ominous energy
Linked to destroying
Another god given religious trance
Filled with thoughts of romance
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Have you ever experienced a situation, when everything seems to be coming together in a relationship, then tragedy, suddenly strikes?
dogs danced the dance
dressed as if in France
with mustard bras
legs gave me pause
did I have a chance?
A fork I did pick up
thinking I might sup
on this chorus line
fancy and fine
procuring winners cup
I ask you to hear your answer...
Are you a lover or a dancer?
Maybe you are both - but then
What am I getting at when
I say this question? Picture this...
Those who would not want to miss
The chance to gather - be they mild
Or the ones who are more wild.
Lovers sit and raise their glasses
As the dancers make their passes.
One expresses with their lips
While the other shakes their hips.
The former sip - the latter take...
Drinking, using, as they make
From tables and upon the floor
An atmosphere like none before.
Lovers, dancers - both employ
What it is which they enjoy.
Are you one or both of them?
Shine on - for you are a gem.
As a dancer one day
I was in love to to be dancing.
As a dancer one day,
my feet couldn't stand on.
Rehearsing for hours for nothing,
but bleeding,
on a dance permormance
I couldn't be anymore.
The dance of dances
for me has reached the end.
My dance shoes still feet me
but the steps don't feet
my shoes to keep dancing on
the big stage to be dreaming.
Under the limelight
I want to disappear
to be dancing all my life
the dance of dances
I couldn't do in front.
Mysterious clock dancers have a way of gliding no one can replicate.
They travel through the fog of London, past many a garden gate.
We had not heard of them until the death of our Great Aunt Kate.
Their mystical magical way of moving is something no one can duplicate.
Many see them coming and wonder about their peculiar fate.
They slip and slide in and out of cosmic portals, in an ethereal state.
Mysterious clock dancers have a way of gliding no one can replicate.
Two hands beckon forth towards promise of their yearning hold
One deadly dark with beauties mark; the other a pale white gold
Both dance for me as they do sing in full display of light so bold
Twin voices ring and compete to bring their sister’s knees to fold.
I listened
You sang
The lilting syllables
My heart bell rang
You resonate
My soul vibrates
Our frequency
Makes us mates
The tune we play
The words we say
Our bodies move
We dance
We sway
Strictly friends
Applause
All tens
Jinjagoliath
21st July 2023
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