Long Ballroom Poems
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Covered with your mantle you spirited me away
that form held my emotion held me in its sway
herefore you could view me soul as clear as glass
wish do I its movements desire never it to pass
Vision upon vision opened mine eyes to see
need to build this life for all of humanity
I want to take your hand and lead you to the door
fill you with inspiration and lift you even more
I can build a ballroom much greater in my mind
dance upon marbled floors the room I did design
where the frames are gilded with silver and with gold
here the strings of harps the listeners ears enfold
I want to take every pain from you away
and when you wake tomorrow for nothing more to pray
want you to understand I wrote this just for you
ever seek your happiness where Love’s unbroken true
I never want you lingering in the house of vain
I want to see you dancing with joy in life’s refrain
to paint with every color and play with every hue
to wake with a song in heart and share the things you do
If I could but reach you and your spirit mend
shelter all your feelings your life would I defend
I would give you blue skies the mists of gentle rain
flowers in the springtime an earth that’s rich in grain
But someone has already given all these gifts
meant them for everyone and not as man permits
but you must keep seeking to fill yourself in kind
always to be generous in actions and in mind
To find a fluent master who can teach you the right way
examine all of learning apply it in every day
from a little seedling did the tree of knowledge grow
until you can reach for life and the beauty of it know
When you think your well is empty
and the depths within are dry
get up and seek the water
and to its sources fly
don’t linger in the darkness
and traditions that are blind
in life to be exalting
but you its paths must find
Life is a kind of music
and fathomless its array
it takes time and practice
to master the chords you’ll play
Take in life’s instruction
examine all in it that’s good
make your heart and mind the temple
and its teachings understood
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?
(for chikbok girls four years after elegies of lost)
And we opened the book of remembrance again
Tickling all ears that are designed to be deadly.
We filled the cups & buckets with tears of blood,
Bloody tears as the cloud rises from dark night
& the horizon of our lives radio out our prayers
in pleasure & pleas recording poetry into broken
Rhythms of the kings bird' songs singing elegies untold. We recoiled this pages of cries into folded arms. Lost is our liberty ephemeral into chaos.
This light of darkness are now printed in our
palms of history tormenting our own feelings.
they left home through the corruption of their father's land. You know, their lies ferried them
into Sambisa to go & tell a tale of their crimes.
the chromosomes of their pigments lacked the bravery within the wrinkled nose of their cheeks.
Lives are buttered fireflies &worms of mediocre...
We may not know how pains taste until untitled chapters of sorrow unfold in our lives to seek revengeful voyage of our sins towards our home.
We televised their lies on the national televisions,
tilted the head of our cocked brain into gadgets
in a ballroom of miscreants clothing our beliefs.
I opened this book of remembrance again,
For my lazy sisters that struggles effortlessly amidst leaves and shrubs of looting leaders.
for their tears composed a musical notes,
for their fight created astraying street steer
I held upto these fallin' memories in a graveyard
into the abstract demon of my noble moralities,
into black races, into an abstract journeys.
brittle of the papers written in absence of our
ourselves, in the pictures of our lost self issues.
we will gather these soothsayers to the cloud
to sooth out those prilgrim girls in the moon.
till then, let this dance be of survival &revival,
of those deaf & dumb girls kept in the bosom of emptiness. they made them voiceless like the pages of a blank books but we know all their magic tricks in the closet of their ignorance.
No chikbok, no Dapchi girls but looting politics,
Politics that has strange mouth & shadows.
Until this madness is cleansed from our souls
Point towards your chambers & crack your mind
We are mocked movies trying to be seen by all,
a documented fairy tale in the heart of all.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not prevalent in the pacific, the polar regions, nor do they play with piñatas in Paraguay. It is to be said that a tortoise shell footstool can rotate at great speeds do cast iron boots must be worn if placing one's feet upon the tapestry printed square form. The chime of lime is very very noisy but not as noisy as the incessant chatter and chuckling from the bowl of sugar cubes. Sugars state signalling shaped saying stuff silkily and silly too. But a mild mannered oxon could take a heifer to a ballroom but only if properly attired in a beach towel, sun glasses, three piece suit and a gown. Then an entrance can be made. With a thud. And a bellow. Brass bands made of cream donuts can entertain at this dance and the hall is quite packed with skimming skirts, scantily clad pea women, and the tidal spore has come dressed as a ringmaster but no whip for whips are for the underground stations and platforms of legs. Legality leaves legs lingering liberally. Akin to sprinkling a fine spray of salt across a plate of the towering vegetables. Piled high. Architectural really. Very mesmerising is the mist of a fine diner whose aroma lifts the air surrounding with a unjust uniquely identifiable stench. And stench drenched can be a wench, a bench but never a welk. For welk belong in tree houses and tree houses are not tables and not talking ash trays either. Ash trays do not modify a month of moon shaped mammoths. And a tree semi formed can bite so always walk very very very briskly when passing a thicket. Zoom then. Go on zoom. A zoom in a room. How rather entertaining and entertainment is equal to a climbing plant pot scaling a sky scraper. How great. Such feat with no feet. And how deserving of the medal at the Olympics of Oscar fish in an oceanographic weave of seafood cocktail with melon jus. Haha the wide mouthed octopi are singing gospel tunes to a small party of crabs. Ha the divinatory dogs diving definition digging dreams. Ha the musical mustard jar moving in time to the fish fork forte. Xxxxxx reciprocal z z z zzz. At ten loaves to forty seven slices of butter cake. Z z z z z z. 57294894907398%. Z
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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It is wise to brush the hair of radishes if kept as pets as jess the juniper plant will inform crystal curtains if the duty of brush is not attended to. And the duty of brush is a popular sight for passing breezes in microscopic skirts. Pitter patter titter tattle then. Tittering teasing tenacious tingles. Trapping. Tripping. Taking. Then up and away with all the finer scented procrustean produce. In a giant orbital cloud. Decorated in proud prints and self determined make up that costs way over the price of a single bag of flour to dust the cheeks. It is more often that a mock moronic macro macaroni makes an energy beam to an enemy of eggplants. But eggplants can be radically and powerfully transforms and transported into the wide dance halls of many a lunar ocean ballroom. Dance carefully carrying the sand, the ships, and the oven gloves. We wouldn't want spillage would we? So very wasteful. Wasteful waist coated wasters wantonly willing war. And a five centimetre slug jet skiing on the wild tepid waters at ease with all possibilities of a handwritten swirly note with a flowery kiss. Playful and play. Playing and placing. And the sharp wide angle from a spotted viewfinder is never quite enough to seal a deal with a seal, a serpent and a pillar of margarine. Quanta quintet. And a portal of pigs parading in a seventy seven acre of orchard pie. Monkeys dangling from trees throwing dirt at ignorance. And the jester fish trots by on the shire horse on a blue sunny afternoon. Age after age after age after age after age. Clever created canopies cuddle cute clams. Clap then. One two three four clap clap clap. And give a loud cheer like hurrrraaahhhhhhh. Then lie down then stand up. Quickly. Central controlled colonies collect. Drag no tin of ham or peas to the airports. Z quintillion Z quintessential Z at fifty four rotating square pegs with long curvaceous legs ti twelve turkeys tuning tinned terrapin tunes. Bing bang bong bung in a bungalow. Laughing. Like ha ha ha ha ha. And a cute semi polarised cat in a tight fitting bathing hat in a bathroom. Z and that was the latest news. Z
Form:
Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would forever grow!
That cool June night we walked under golden moon's beams
with your heart and soul gifting love that so redeems;
this man that had lost heart and walked a blind path
death long ago condemned this soul to darkest wrath,
torn asunder joy in life that had been a gift
chained this spirit upon a black-ship set adrift!
Loss of my beloved I once lived blind despair
wading through this evil world's black pits without care;
her sweet love reminding me of Hope that was lost,
found anew when your destined path with mine was crossed.
I saw the world with open eyes but could not see
Faith, till sight was laid upon fair beauty of thee...
Your rosy warmth danced with grace thawing my cold heart,
seduced by rousing rhythm never would we part.
My heart began to waltz and pallid pulse did race
as I saw charmed moonlight caress your angel’s face,
I longed forevermore to tilt your chin and kiss
your promising sunrise lips of heavenly bliss.
That early summer’s eve I took a leap of faith
willing to let go of my haunting lost love wraith,
I found with you the heart to fall in love once more
and glissade you in my arms ‘cross life’s ballroom floor.
Alone in love’s spotlight of golden moon beam’s glow
you have my whole attention for you stole the show.
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 27, 2018
Poet’s note: Yet again, it was my tremendous honor and privilege to collaborate with with you, Robert. There is an abundance of beautiful poetry overflowing the banks of your heart and soul, my talented friend, and I wade in the lovely flow of your poetic words.. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being your writing partner and for generously sharing with me in these wondrous poems of love, romance and hope; always hope - the common golden thread that runs victoriously through the weave of our writes.. With appreciation, thank you for another exquisite poetic and artistic experience, my dear friend.
The black and white ball is on
The twist this year is
You my dear, have to wear men’s cloths
A black suit
You may be the prettiest girl that ever walked the earth
But there is no way you will be a sexy man
You pour your self into those jeans
Throw on a loose T-shirt
Causing men to drool
Making girls wish they were you
But you in a suit, well we will see
I don’t want to see you in the suit
Until the night of the ball
I will however
Make an appointment at the Taylors
No I won’t
I’ll take your measurements and get you a suit myself
It will be my present to you, for the ball
Damn on paper her measurements even look sexy
To the material shop
Ohh wow,
Black pinstripe silk
Finding a walking stick is tricky
Drop into shoe shop she shops at all the time
She is known by name so am I
Hello gorgeous how are you
I want to by my Lady a surprise
And I need your help
Great, thank you very much,
The first thing I know you don’t have here but I need
Are black fish net stocking
Would you mind getting a pair form to fit her pretty please
Awesome now I would like
Shiny Black Stiletto’s with 4” heals
To match this material in her size
Thank-you so much
Come here so I can give you a cuddle
To the beauty shop
Book you in for a
Full body massage
A Facial
Hair wash, perm
And make up
Off to the Taylor
His instructions
Here are the measurements of my beautiful lady
I want you to make her a suit coat with tails
Out of this silk
And a tie as well please
He says no
He will not make anything from paper
He wants to see her
I agree with term
She is no to know what is being created for her
He agrees, she’s booked in
She has been to the taylor
She has been fitted
And she doesn't know why
The morning of the ball
Everything is ready
We just have to make it happen
My Sweet I have made you
Raisin Toast
Squeezed orange juice
And Tea for a change
Put on your favorite jeans and T
You have a big day
Opening the car door for you
After stopping at the beauty shop
Where I must leave you for a while
Your Shoes look awesome
Love the Stocking she got you
The Formal Tails and Body Suit is wicked
Entering the Ballroom
Standing at the top of the staircase
The music stops
The men gaze in awe
The girls stare in envy
You my dear are
The Princess of the Ball
Let’s party
An Unwelcome Surprise at the Family Reunion
By Elton Camp
“We certainly do hope that all his descendents will choose
To attend the reunion of the family of Grandfather Hughes.”
The newspaper announced the gathering’s time & location
To recall and praise a man so distinguished, with admiration
Grandfather has been a prominent and wealthy physician
Who had all that was expected of a man in his position
He and Grandmother resided in a most imposing estate
They were tended by maids, butlers and servants galore
For an honored ancestor they couldn’t really ask for more
But I must admit that most relatives looked down their nose
At those who didn’t have, as a noble ancestor, one of those
For snobs to say, “Of course you know that I am a Hughes”
Was a request for deference that very few would dare refuse
The family gathering began in the ballroom of the finest hotel
Men with tuxes and women in long dresses, looking so swell
All, their professions, wealth and accomplishments did mention
To inspire jealously with pretentiousness was their intention
At that moment, a family of blacks walked through the door
Their very presence the Hughes family did quite openly abhor
“It is obvious that you people made a mistake in coming here.
The service entrance for menial hotel workers is in the rear.”
“You mean this here ain’t the Hughes family’s big meeting?
I thought it was high time that my relatives I was greeting.”
Through the room gasps and expressions of outrage spread
Two fine ladies fainted away almost as if they were dead
The oldest Hughes came over and quietly grasped his arm
“Let me show you out so that the reunion you don’t alarm.
Your mistake is natural and it’s not any cause for blame.
Many unrelated people actually will share the same name.”
“No, no this is the place I meant to come I definitely know.”
The black man then extended his hand and called him “bro”
“You are mistaken man, for it is clear that you are a spade.”
“Only partly, bro. My father was from Mr. Hughes’ maid.”
Because of that, the reunion was never held any more
The Hughes clan felt it couldn’t be as it had been before
Bigotry was proved stronger than family ties that way
At least that is what all others in town did laugh and say
i hope you don't mind
if I wander in through your front door
and reset your clocks to headlight savings
life requires humor he said to the lens grinders
as he rode his all terrain moon beam to heaven
where they were eradicating stupidity with fairy tales
same **** greater magnification was basically it
slipped on their own icy hearts
applying one clever artifice after another
but after all one wants to hasten
the modern world along clippity clop
impediments to traffic flow were to be shot
what happened next is not in the dictionary
which is fine don't get me wrong
beats the nuts off hunger
but the world is not nice anymore
isolated pockets of rebellion perhaps
out in the bleak lizard sands hanging from a tree
but the rest stuffed with foam peanuts
that could turn you to ballroom dancing
your narrator being the test case
for daisy picking the numbers the samples the statistics
I love you just the same she whispered after the operation
the entire ABC unit was called in from the chalk mines
and the XYZ crew was called in from the slate quarry
but no amount of preparation could have warned them
of the melancholic yet piquant sagging of standards
his mind had turned upon itself out of shame and envy
he had an entire city in his head
that wasn’t in Architectural Digest
honkings sirens gunfire breaking glass
spasms and outbursts and phobias and anxieties and
compulgings and obsessities and hallucinotions and
mysterias and distortoons and damplifications and
twitchings and itchings and may I add bowel flux
we haven't even begun to look at his libido
which had shrunk from a blacksmith's forge of intensity
to the vague expectation of an afternoon nap
better than living the prelude to a beheading
you decide if hiding in the bushes permanently
like a grinning jack in the box with a message
is the same as dancing through the forest
dressed in leaves and emeralds
pantomime after all is deception
random at first then shapes intervene
there is no random he said over and over in proof
they say the devil spoke Hebrew
and Popeye smoked his spinach
a contemporary exercise in
signal location
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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“Joy to the World : The LORD has Come”
I dance upon the clouds, racing to Glory
I look upon my life and smile ; Thank-YOU
Dear GOD , with utmost Joy I receive YOUR Grace
The Beauty of YOUR Creation, grasps the Heart
I can see Eternity; Everlasting, Forever and Always
“Joy to the World : The LORD has Come”
I climb the Stars to Heaven., my Savior : YOU
Jesus my Lord, Everlasting, FOREVER and Always
I Waltz upon YOUR forgiving Rainbow of Glory
Knowing Each Prayer Request, from a True Heart :
Joyously, HE answers ; with the Joy of HIS Grace
Do YOU see the Joy in the Smile of a Broken Heart?
Is the Everlasting Ballroom dance, a Dance to Glory :
To entwine in the Joyful, fulfillment of HIS Grace
I can see Eternity; Everlasting, Forever and Always
I look upon my life and smile ; Thank-YOU
“Joy to the World : the LORD has Come”
Do You see the Joy , YOU will receive in Glory?
When YOU Entwine , in His Everlasting Love : Always
Knowing, that the path of Life, is the Joy of his Supreme Grace
Knowing He is the Joyful beat of a forlorn and lonely Heart
His LOVE and Salvation, the Love of “Jesus” :He offers YOU
“Joy to the World : the LORD has Come”
I Pirouette : Toe to Heel , a joyful path ; I dance to be with YOU
Knowing the Joy, of the Saviors’ Blood, knowing His Eternal Grace
How Joyously, I come to Thee ; YOUR Liege , FOREVER : ALWAYS
Will this Dark Soul, this Blacken Heart , Forever know YOUR Glory?
“Joy to the World : the LORD has Come”
Almighty God has given me the LOVE and Joy of a Heavenly Heart
I can see , Eternity : EVERLASTING, FOREVER, and ALWAYS
“Joy to the World : The LORD has Come “
In the clouds, the Rainbows, the Stars to Heaven : all Life; HIS Glory
How Blessed, am I to know GOD’S Joyfulness of Infinite GRACE
I look upon my Life and Smile : Thank-YOU
The Joy of LIFE , in Sunshine ; in Shadows, Dances in my Heart
YOUR GRACE ; FOREVER and ALWAYS, Entwines my Soul
My HEART : FOREVER and Always beats as one with YOU
I Come Joyously to frolic In an ETERNITY of GLORY with YOU
Inspired By the Contest "JoY to the World" Sponsored By LIGHT and LOVE :
" Deborah Guzzi "
Dedicated to my " GOD " and his Only Begotten Son : My Savior : Jesus
A smoky vignette opens up, as if morning fog over the mountain valleys blown by winter winds.
Piano notes pulsing in a melancholic, waltz~ like cadence…the plangent tension of one long note on a mellotron held throughout the rhythmic piano notes sounds dolorous and desolate.
Images of 18th century couples in formal gowns and elaborate, powdered wigs dance through my mind. The hoop skirts gently sway as the couples move in a pattern, heads thrown back and arms rigidly locked in position.
The plaintive, closed throat voice of a man begins to sing, simply…
“ I feel unhappy,
I feel so sad.
I've lost the best friend
that I ever had.
She was my woman,
I loved her so.
But it's too late now,
I let her go.
I'm going through changes,
I'm going through changes. “
The couples spin and dance this waltz
all together, covering the dance floor like flowers
twirling a wind storm.
The fabulously tall and flamboyant wigs
disappear as does the pale make up on their faces.
The rigid yet beautiful dance continues as couples take turns covering the entire ballroom.
At each rotation, there's a change, some detail is different, the moles disappear and are replaced with fake eyelashes and red lipstick.
The gentlemen first have hair in low tails clubbed at the neck, then short locks and pompadours. Dresses go from elaborate ball gowns to poodle skirts and then to skimpy spangled dresses.
We watch as they dance and convert from one fashion, and one decade, to the next.
The final notes ring out, vibrating the room and the couples come to a halt, standing like statues in their perfect waltz form.
We realize that although every outward appearance has undergone transformations, some things never change....
Humanities love and dependence on music
and the compelling urge to dance to express the emotions that music elicits... surpassing every boundary, race, culture, and people. All of us use this expression in one form or another. An urgent expression of
Joy, love, sorrow, passion, pain, and on and on…
only able to fully express our feelings
through melodies and
the poetry of dance.