Long Allemande Poems
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I rest my chin upon her , I caress her neck
She responds with the music of the ages
Silky hair rubs across the smoothness of her belly
Her melodious voice Heard soaring in the wind
We are one Together , creating the music of LOVE
I stroke YOU and YOUR voice sings A Cappella
Together we are one and the Symphony continues
Strings tie the universe of mankind to the Heavens
Remember I told my music teacher I want to versify
As Strings of love, become strings of pleasure
Dozy-do, allemande left with a Kiss on the cheek
Its Ho-down party time, with a Stradivarius
Classical, an aria of down home Music, a Legacy
The same instrument singing two different Songs
In quite solitude she whispers the sounds of Love
Spirits lifted, in the Melody of Togetherness
Inspired by the Contest “ Sound Madness “ sponsored by
Nette Onclaud : my Instrument the “ Violin “ (Fiddle)
By HGARVEY DANIEL ESQUIRE
This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously
We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet
in each other’s arms again
We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high
An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay
Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control
written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest
Crack that whip, jerk the line,
Let's start dancing it's no time to dine.
First you holler, then you sing
All join hands and make a ring.
Now if you please circle wide,
spread right out like an old cow hide.
Feed the Hogs, brand the calf,
Swing your honey once and a half
Now you switch on the heel and toe
Come gals and cowboys, don't be slow.
Allemande left with the corner maid,
Meet your own and promenade.
Everybody swing and whirl
Swing 'round and 'round with your pretty little girl.
Do si do don't you know,
You can't grab a rabbit until there's a snow.
Bow to you partner and the corner miss,
To the opposite lady just blow a kiss.
Chicken in the bread pan scratching out gravel,
get your maid & away you travel.
Lassies to your seats and gents you foller
Thank the fiddler and kiss the caller
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: HOE DOWN
Collaboration By
Seren Roberts/ Maurice Yvonne
11~10~2014
Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac
Brilliant stars, silent nights
Fireflies, Northern Lights
Mountain streams, fresh air
Fall asleep anywhere
Small town, take a chance
Pig roast, barn dance
Allemande left! Do-si-do!
Spontaneity here we go!
Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac
Beat Zen's hey-day
Doing things our own way
Nonconformity, anything goes
Kerouac-Ginsburg-Burroughs
Shot to pieces, picking skin
Benzedrine, adrenaline
Don't forget the Phenergan
Notify our next of kin
Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac
We’ll Ride a Horse Down Rocky Path
We’ll ride a horse down rocky path
Fall in love in the aftermath
Well do-si-do and do it right
Me and honey can dance all night
Roll away to a half sashay
‘neath the moon’s where we’re apt to stay
We promenade around fig leaves
with rolled up jeans and shorter sleeves
Hanging out in the doghouse tree
I circle left and she don’t leave me
Promenade with a giddyup
Be home in time for kiss-make-up.
Allemande left as we make things right.
all things beautiful, all things bright.
Weave the ring, a forever link
All ‘lone till life turns blue and pink
We dance with desire; we dance with dislike.
As human beings, we all are alike.
Flames of desire will always leap higher.
We dance with dislike; we dance with desire.
If desire is lust, we must slow the dance.
Slow to a stop; self-restraint give a chance!
Learn not to tango with what we can’t trust.
We must slow the dance if desire is lust.
We allemande right; we allemande left.
We must learn to move with steps that are deft
and dance for good things that bring great delight.
We allemande left; we allemande right.
While dancing each day, try moves that are new.
Practice through life how the spirit moves you.
Choose partners wisely with whom you will sway.
Try moves that are new while dancing each day.
Let dance stir the soul. Be moved by sweet grace.
Dance not with aversion. Smooth moves embrace!
The rhythm of body with spirit control.
Be moved by sweet grace. Let dance stir the soul.
Sept. 30, 2022
This Quatrain form is called Swap Quatrain
I can only live in a garden
where warped talons
of tiger tulip petals mar
unbroken lines of pastel shimmer,
not where silent cerulean lakes
float as though aloft
in frames of polished stone
to tell the cloudless sky,
I'm your offspring.
I smile for blighted statues
mocked by companies of peonies
effervescing in ballet
and the coarse tusk of St Augustine
thronged by emerald dichondra.
I have no business among wisteria's cornucopias
of lilac bounty nor the glee
of summer marigolds.
I tend thorny stalks
of a wild rose that never blooms
and climbing ferns whispering
in shaded corners of spring's
explosive allemande.
I feel only weight of gray misted mornings
when the dank of coming rain permeates
in pale foliage's stag line
where vines creep in distant communion,
ignored by harsh jonquil rays.
Dos -si -dos ! Square dancing in full grace
moving round and round of course, face to face.
Dancing in swift rhythm, you and I, two !
Moving forward - backward: Do -si-do !
Circling circling turning left, next to right.
swirling whirling twirling dancing delight.
We are Square Dancers , prompt to explore.
Jubilant vibrant, bubbling in dance- floor.
Enjoying dancing prancing in romance
Perfect dynamic pair not to miss chance.
Allemande left ! Hurry ! Quick ! Rapid.
Come close tip-toe, cool calm , also placid.
Dancing brilliant, sophisticat and smart.
Heart beats beating drum embracing sweetheart
Mad to perform, glad being passionate.
Dancers are glued as iron and magnet .
,
Here we go, all start with a left grand.
Apples in pies and peaches are canned.
Lost my partner waddle I do?
Single file promenade they’ll be back to you.
Flies in the buttermilk shoo fly shoo.
Sashay back to your darlin waitin for you.
Don’t hold her too tight she might be frail.
Allemande left, don’t be slow like a snail.
Now do-si-do here we go, keep on the trail.
And never tie a knot in a Guinea Pig‘s tail.
Swing your partner, where’s she gone?
Most fun you can have with all ya clothes on.
Now all join hands and circle wide.
Don’t tread on his boots they are his pride.
Swing your honey, swing her round.
Lift her feet right off the ground.
"Join hands, circle left, let’s begin this song,"
In the valley where Flatirons stand strong.
A Chautauqua garden, where joy takes root,
Square dancers gather in plaid and boots.
Men in white hats, spurs that gleam bright,
Women in flowing skirts, a colorful sight.
"Allemande left, then do-si-do,"
The caller’s voice leads, steady and slow.
In the warm afternoon, they twirl with grace,
Laughter and music filling the space.
Clouds start to gather, the sky turns gray,
Sprinkles of rain join the dance play.
But diehard dancers keep spinning around,
"Promenade home, feet on the ground."
Raindrops cool, a refreshing delight,
As boots splash in puddles, hearts take flight.
Brief is the shower, the skies soon clear,
A rainbow appears, the air fresh and dear.
Birds start chattering in spruce tree nests,
The creek overflows, nature at its best.
Wilted flowers rise, petals open wide,
Square dancing continues, joy as their guide.
"Swing your partner, round you go,"
In this garden, where love and nature flow.