When love comes dancing
Down the street
And grabs your arms
With itchy feet
That won't stay still
She spins you round
A lightness lifts you
From the ground
When love's insistence
Captures you
No sitting out
Too shy won't do
For every part
Will want to move
An inner rush
To feel the groove
To love's broad smile
You have to face
Her eyes are locked
A new found grace
A fleet of foot
You thought had lost
It's rhythm found
No counting cost
For love is free
Her spirit true
A human, full
She'll make of you
So when she breezes
Through your doors
The worldy rules
Of dance, ignores
In silence.
No clamour for applause
Just you and me
We spin, then pause
Just held so closely
As if in trance
We recognise
This love of dance
From the day when young
I thought I could do no wrong.
Was contented lived my life.
Never knowing the meaning
of strife.
As I got older saw things
with new eyes.That is when
I realized.
I had itchy feet never staying long
always looking for that some one.
I was a traveler a free spirit
looking for the greener grass
hoping it would last.
What I found was barren earth
my curiosity leading me on
disappointed in that some one.
Looking new to sow it was
she I got to know.
A breathtaking view
some one new.
Time was short
we did our best
deep down knowing
it could not last.
As the ground disappeared
from view.
Replaced by clouds
I was left thinking
secretly wishing
I could stay too.
I have a bee in my bonnet
A fly up my nose
A flea in my ear
And tinnitus toes
I've just read the news,
In the paper today
It gave me the blues,
So I threw it away
I cannot comprehend
The news that I saw
When will we see the end
Of these treacherous wars
The people in Ukraine
They are bearing up well.
The degradation and pain
Suffering would be like a living hell.
The courage and fortitude
That these people have shown
It has made me feel ashamed
To have the audacity to moan.
First things first,
Sometimes things are better off left unsaid
Those are the words I said to myself
Biting my tongue, the last time we spoke
And now wondering if saying those things
Might have made all the difference
In the world
Now you are gone, and I am here
Wondering about my life and its purpose
How things might have been different
If you were in it
These days I go where the wind blows
Purposefully homeless, I call it
Because it sounds much cooler to call it that
Drifting from state to state, country to country
Whether by boat or by truck and trailer
It all leads down the same untraveled road
Destinations yet unknown, unseen, or unheard of
That’s where my heart goes
These itchy feet refuse to be still
They want to be on the road
My stone continues to roll
New places, new faces, a new stasis
Everywhere I travel I wonder
If this might be the place
That rings true
Perhaps it’s there,
That my heart
Can once again
Be still
--All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com
A SUBTLE JOURNEY
I have dipped my feet in the seven seas.
I have seen great wars between adversaries.
Many mountains I have climbed to overcome atrocities.
The ***** I have is from within.
I am on my life journey of refinement.
Sadness has caught me in the gorge.
I was uplifted by an inner voice.
Hoisted to the peak of joy,
I have wandered to discover what life has in store!
The universe is a space to define.
Crystal ball is rubbed to prophesize.
My itchy feet will not be idled.
I will drop my load of burdens via my travelling.
__________________________________|
VERLENA S. WALKER
FOR WANDERLUST CONTEST
PENNED ON AUGUST 16, 2014!
We are explosive
I am breathless here
I am sick with this
He knows
There's a distance in his eyes
This uncompromising situation
As she is awakening
He will soon be wondering
For how long I will still love him
There was never love from the beginning
He knows
There's an erratic rhythm to my breathing
Cracks have started showing
From the nape of my back
Curling up my spine
Trailing towards the opening
Just a root at the beginning
A leaf for every man
Reminding me to stop
Acting so hastily
I am sick with this
I never wanted this
The coolest soul
The incredible fondness
I was only passing through
I'd said
Then the wanton intensity started to exist
I am sick with this
He knows
Shying away from me
Making himself ready
To me
He was just another
Another lover
Someone to bide my time
Until again I felt the usual feeling
Of me falling into the abyss
Me getting locked away
As she escapes
The only way if stopping memories awakening is to
Let her escape this
With her comes itchy feet
As its too exhausting keeping her asleep
I'll leave when he's asleep
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi
Aviated parachute
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
mortalizing persona‘s.
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
By,
Madhavi
Awaken the mind in a misty haze, an ever lonely shadow looming over a frame of discontent.
He is gone for a while and one day soon farewell forever shores,
The distance rips like tides to the stone, driving emotions forward onward, upward and
downward.
Safety is the key to silence and hearts rest, yet blaring cannons of hate deters the
feeling of harmonic awe.
The sound of the voice so plain yet fulfilling to hear of success and captured glory,
Yet all is false and ignorant to the unseeing eye and from the end of contact comes the
beginning of uncertainty.
Many moons and many hours across the lands and hills and mountains, a journey of slight
yet a carrier of so much.
Itchy feet on mothers ground,
A sigh, a hug, a heartbeat.
One for the road, her angel shape
cuts loose across the cedar floor;
the bath robe curled in shades of pink,
her fitful gaze lights on the door.
And wonder, sleeping, cracks an eye,
roused restless to a potent state;
and musing fearful improvise
through edgy hours growing late.
Unleash of fireworks mist her gaze,
spontaneously ideas combust;
disquiet haunts the inner sight
of me, myself, trailed in her dust.
How does the heart and hearth compare,
how does my love of her compete,
with roulette logic, spinning coins,
adrenaline and itchy feet?
And yet my life forever bows
in nakedness, sincerity,
with prayers prostrated on her breast,
beseeching she remain with me.
All these years
life passed under sweet hollow tree
A wind blows and tears
calling me free
A life it fears
Startles my memory;
And the trees endears
when wind hurry-
lightening under me'
A destiny this life gathers
where itchy feet carry
A new dawn heart desires
and I long to be free
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