I’m just sitting here in the cold
Feeling oh so I old
Sipping at my beer
Thinking of someone dear
A pair of tight jeans I remember
At a Disco in December
She was talking to an old friend
The band playing until the end
She had swept her hair like Farah Fawcett
Made her look like a movie star you bet
And we danced to the Disco beat
A first night together so complete
We married later in the year
In a little church so dear
Now it’s been over 40 years
Still together those memories so clear
© Paul Warren Poetry
Lord, deliver me from pride-filled arrogance
For it is perfectly clear, I should not dance,
No matter how much I envy others’ their prance.
These days I dare not even risk the chance
I should've known, I saw the bouncer glance,
But that disco beat actually had me in a trance.
Years of practice my dancing did not enhance,
Last time I tried, they showed me the entrance!
written December 15, 2021
Howling with the Dancing Moon
A man
Sits drinking late into the night
On the night of the blood-red
super blue wolf moon
the lunatic light of the moon
inspires him
as he drinks
in that depraved din of inequity
on the left side of society
Drinking with his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Evan, Old Granddad
Drinking one Scotch, one Bourbon
And one beer
Watching the naked woman
Dancing on stage
He finishes drinking
20 drinks too sober
He walks outside
And sees the naked moon
Dancing up a storm
Flying across the sky
Ripping her clothes off
Tap dancing
To the insane disco beat
Of the bar
He gives in
Jumps into the sky
Dancing with the naked moon
Howling with the moon maiden
Like an escaped banshee
From the lunatic bins
Of Hell
They say disco died as 1980 ended
After platform shoes and flared trousers weren't extended
So body shirts and white suits were old hat
And dancing the disco beat didn’t come back
But don’t you miss the beat on the one
Striding around was so much fun
It would be nice just to visit again
And have disco fever styling without end
I suppose everything has a time
But dancing and Saturday Night Fever was fine
The Bee Gees ruled the air waves
And time was flashy in the Disco Raves.
© Paul Warren Poetry
monkeys talk and they make sense
about as much as the business men
in central park on their lunch break
or after dark when they escape
monkeys dance to the disco beat
like the hooligans on city streets
weaving in and out of traffic lanes
forget the face, forget the names
monkeys yawn in college class
then raise their hands as if to ask
when you grade is there a curve
have they heard a single word
monkeys love their party hats
and extra special party masks
it all seems odd but then again
it all makes perfect monkey sense
am going have a good time
going leave my trouble behind
going stoop my feet
to the disco beat
let the music underneath
no doudt
its my rout
NIGHT OUT
Do you remember when
Life was actually fun
And hot summer days
Found freedom with the sun.
The windows rolled down
The breeze fanning your hair
Cruising with your friends
And laughing without a care.
Do you remember when
Music sang a song
That each of us could relate to
With emotions beating strong.
We believed in our dreams
And thought we could fly
Our feet left the ground
As we reached for the sky.
Do you remember when
Your spirit was free
An untamed passion
That only you could see.
With the first snowfall
Your body would tingle
A season of excitement
Caroling its own jingle.
With bell-bottom jeans
Dancing to a disco beat
Adventure was something
We opened our minds to greet.
Do you remember when
You said you couldn’t wait
But now that were older
Time is our only fate.
Disco music, flashing
Lights
Dancing to the disco
Beat…
Shiney clothes,glitter
Was a perfect dress
While grooving to the
Disco beat...
Take me back…
To 1978 when the
Disco groove was
In…
Skating rinks were
The thing,
When we skated to
The disco Boogie
Laughter....
Echoes of laughter
Roar…
Bouncing from wall
To wall..
Dancing,skating to
The disco beat....
Capturing your style,
Creating you...
In the year of 1978
So many memories
So much joy,
Has framed the year
Of 1978...
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