WANNA DANCE LIKE DAVID
DA DA DA DA DA DANCE
Wanna dance like David danced, with all his might, leaping, whirling
Humility, Unreserved Joy, Ignoring Pride
Wanna dance like David
Wanna dance like David danced, with all his might, leaping, whirling
Celebrating return of the Ark of the Covenant was brought into Jerusalem
In leaps and bounds, I’m gonna praise Him
With mine legs and feet, I’m gonna praise Him
With the power of my voice and tongue, I’m gonna sing hymns sing His songs
Wanna dance like David, Wanna dance like David
Dances before the Lord, Wanna dance like David
Removed my royal robes, Wanna dance like David
And wore a simple linen, Wanna dance like David
Dancing praises holy, Wanna dance like David
Cloth or naked, holy glory, Wanna dance like David
9/15/26
Written by James Edward Lee & The Corinthian©
American naturalist and writer, Henry David Thoreau,
left society for a cabin in woods to live simply and solo.
He hunted arrowheads, wrote essays, poetry and philosophy.
A leading transcendentalist was America’s first hippy.
David* of the Bible is well-known for his global impact
And for sure, he in heaven knows that fact…
In every continent, each family bears his name
While social media reverberate his fame.
1 Samuel 18:14 And David behaved himself wisely in all his ways; and the LORD was with him.
April 26, 2026
3rd place, "A Fun or Humorous Clerihew about a famous person" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/10/2026
Through these words, a glimpse allowed,
The David within, let the soul be known.
Not just the name, the surface, the face in the crowd,
But the heart that beats, the spirit I've grown.
Since six, a storm within, a body betrayed,
Epilepsy's dance, a cruel, relentless grace.
Twitching, falling, a life often swayed,
Yet, I rise again, find strength in this space.
Fifty-two years etched on the lines of my face,
Years spent wrestling demons, finding solace in art.
Poetry, music, my sanctuary, my saving grace,
Since ten years young, pouring out my very heart.
The clockwork falters, the body may break,
But the spirit endures, a stubborn, defiant flame.
Pen to paper, my peace I take,
A symphony of words, whispering my name.
These verses I offer, a piece of my soul,
Hoping they resonate, a connection you find.
Woven with time, with love taking it's toll,
The David I be, the essence entwined.
David & Goliath
Big vs Small
Pebbles vs Sword
David vs Goliath
Tall vs Short
Sling-Shot
Sword and Shield
Sheppards Boy
Giant to Sky
Just a few stones
On the battle ground
Bravely won
Shepherd boy on the throne
Respect from the crowd
New King in town
St. David's Day
It’s quite a chore to cut the soggy lawn
The grass grows higher as the sky hangs lower
You have no time to chat if grass is long
Gives reason to check out your new mower
You said it’s not as heavy as the old one
And easier to move along, more handy
You wouldn’t notice if the work is done
Until it’s time to have some tea and brandy
The lawn is perfect, smooth and velvet green
You’ve cut it at the first of March last year
It’s still the same, I see it on the screen
“St. David’s day, so happy March!” you said, my dear.
Let me stay safe
and lost, so perfectly
in your labyrinth, Bowie.
I am not Jennifer Connelly.
I am Jennifer Christina.
Two of my sisters are not there,
with you.
One of them
is already in the clouds
of another Labyrinth.
The puppets are not
playful in this
maze.
I choose to forget
the last line,
so, I can keep listening
to your songs,
on repeat.
"It's only forever.
Not long at all."
“Yes, I do believe in you,
yes, I do.”
Stairs, take
me nowhere.
Let me run up and
down, mocking
gravity, and my own
sense of direction.
Flip upside down,
downside up,
and through me.
One of us
is effervescent.
One of us is
singing.
One of us is still
listening.
One of us
is magic.
"Your eyes can be
so cruel.
Just as I can be
so cruel."
Find me, only me,
too intensely.
“Live without the sunlight.
Love without your heartbeat.
I…I…I… can’t live within you.”
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.
“Worship eliminates worry” (Deacon N.F.B.Church)
“Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in
your law” Psalm 119:18
“Return o lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy
mercies’ sake” Psalm 6:4
“Seek ye first his kingdom, and his righteousness;
and all these things shall be added unto you”
Matthew 6:33
“Hosanna to the son of David! Blessed is He who
comes in the name of the Lord”
Matthew 21:9
“If God is for us who can be against us?”
Romans 8:31
“Pray without ceasing” Thessalonians 5:17
Here I go again --
Like the wind
Writing gusty currents
Shaping clouds while
Tinting skies --
Giving both angels
And demons notice:
The Hierarchy is yet
God! Next in line, His
lofty poets.
American naturalist, essayist, philosopher, poet, teacher and transcendentalist.
He pursued spiritual growth through denial of worldly pleasures and simple living.
He left society to live apart in a small cabin as one of the first hippies to exist.
The star of David
twinkling since eternity
blessing Israel
Placed tenth
1409 SENRYU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A DANCE LIKE DAVID/2 Samuel 6:14-16
Dance dance david dance dance dance dance
A DANCE LIKE DAVID filled with joy,
Danced before the Ark
Of the Covenant as it was brought to Jerusalem.
David danced before the Lord
A dance like David did danced
O' how he danced
With all his might;
Was girded with a linen ephod
O' he did dance
A dance like David dance
Naked yet covered
A dance like David did danced
O' how he danced
Pure and sure worshipping
Brought up the ark of the Lord with shouting,
Praising God
And with the sound of the trumpet
And as the ark of saw king David leaping and dancing before the Lord
And she despised him in her heart."
A dance like David did danced
O' how he danced
David is celebrating the return of the Ark of the Covenant to Jerusalem
David, overcome with joy, dances with all his might,
A display of uninhibited worship and celebration.
Halleluiah passages highlights
David's passionate and unrestrained devotion to God, even in a public setting
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
David the Dendrite (it means Tree-Dweller)
how the people loved this eccentric fellow
for three years he lived in a tree
yes he was the saint of Thessaloniki
(real title is written in the Greek alphabet but oh no you can't use 'special characters')
Just one year ago, he was alive and walking around.
But he passed away and he's buried in the ground.
He provided the voices of Daleks on the classic Doctor Who.
When people say he was a talented actor, it's certainly true.
When his life came to an end, it was a shame.
He was British and David Graham was his name.
When Graham became an actor, he made it big.
He provided the voice of Grandpa on Peppa Pig.
When it comes to this man, I wish I could say that things are fine.
But I'm sorry to say that he died last year at the age of ninety-nine.
[Dedicated to David Graham (1925-2024) who died on September 20, 2024]
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