Long Break dance Poems
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My Life is a song sung in a
series of repetitive inferior notes.
I’m unable to record mellow melodies,
as my violin strings continually play
with reckless violet villains.
As I sit and replay recitals of
bleeding love harmonies.
My soul is shattered and sunken
in silent sonnets.
I'm flickering through the tears of
tainted years of hexagon heartbreaks.
Unable to trust poetic phrases from a
cedar conductor whose musical agility
makes my saxophone eyes sing.
I conceal my sunrise hope in a
chaotic chorus of anguish;
which I play to my sympathetic
amber anxiety, to justify the
lonesome path I’ve chosen to hike.
I fail to embrace the serenity
of their light rap rhymes
in my erratic brain.
Instead, I reminisce
about my sorrowful pity puddle spells,
when countless deceptive trumpets
stole my musical directives
destined for classical charts.
I am forsaken in operas of
maroon misery serenaded by
these weeping, wailing windpipes.
I desire to awaken my
ancient pop culture life.
The sangria sunrise era
when only rainbow hits escaped my pen.
I recall I wrote reams of rhythmic sheets;
filled with halo heroes,
painting electrical euphoria
upon Harvard's crisp horizons.
A time when youthful bands sang of
everlasting devotion,
glowing glee upon my ebony core.
My fuschia feet are wounded and
depleted from my frequent falls in
my ballet of ruby romances.
I aspire to dance to all the Jazz
freedom beats and not break-dance
with soprano snakes.
As I’ve detected, they are thirsty for my
rhythmic rays for their
applause and accolades to reign.
Now is the time for my piano to
recreate my platinum diamond hits.
For my lyrical pieces to thrive,
I must retire my historical woes to the
rear of my Broadway sympathy show.
I accept this is the only way
to win my desired Tony prize.
Eerie presence, oft spotted near midnight
Whistling a death tune, inducing deep fright
Gliding over the lake with nonchalance
On full-moon nights, performing a break dance
Well before dawn, disappearing from sight
The ghost, it is said, nocturnal birds bites
Their remains strewn in blood at treetop heights
Candles lit, in both prayer and penance
Eerie presence
It’s silhouette darkens, shadows of night
For our neighbourhood here, it is a blight
Ghost from the house of the dead, in seance
Only once had revealed, its countenance
Medusa too would pale, before its might
Eerie presence
11-February-2021
You can break a promise, break a toy,
Break a rack in pool;
Break a tennis player’s serve
And even break a rule.
Break a horse to saddle up;
Take a break for lunch.
Break a glass (at Jewish weddings);
Listen to it crunch.
Break a habit, break a heart,
Break your back by lifting;
Break your neck and break your fast
And break a line by shifting.
Break up laughing, break-out stars,
Break out with some zits;
Break a losing streak and break
Your taffy bar to bits.
Break dance, break-up, break a bone;
Break a record – wow!
Break your train of thought, just like
I’m going to do – now!
Life is a dance we were all born to do.
The styles to choose from are more than a few!
Some choose simple two-step; some move with flair.
Some slow dance; some break dance, devil-may-care!
Some free style, while others just dance on cue.
Some tango with zest; some shuffle soft-shoe.
Others glide easily, waltzing on through.
Some change their partners; some stay one pair.
Life is a dance.
You start with the styles in your own milieu,
then grow as you add on new moves you view.
You’ll stumble, but sometimes dance on sweet air!
Just keep the beat; try new steps if you dare,
for where you end up is all up to you. . .
Life is a dance!