Long Dance Poems
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The bordello camp
Morning in Aruba, the cock has crowed three times
Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in
of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis
to take them back to their ship
Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke
A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport
A seaman, overcome by the tardiness, tries to run away
There is nowhere to run; the whore camp is in the desert
on a desert, sand, bushes, and snakes.
The madman, plied with alcohol, is sleeping.
The other carried him onboard.
In the courtyard, a woman swipes the dance
floor, doesn't bother to look up, when this day ends
They will be back again, or someone like them
will come, here, drink, dance, and pay for sex
May is green and pink and red,
A month where spring’s soft footsteps spread.
Green leaves dance on bushy trees,
Whispering songs with summer breeze.
Pink flowers bloom so fresh and bright,
Making every garden light.
Red rays of the glowing sun
Turn the world to golden fun,
Shining bright like sparkling wine
Across the earth in every line.
May brings melons juicy and sweet,
Mangoes rich for all to eat.
Marigolds in red and gold
Paint the fields so bright and bold.
Green and yellow everywhere,
Colourful beauty fills the air.
Though May walks with scorching heat,
Sweat and thirst the days may greet,
Cool breezes through the trees arrive,
Keeping tired hearts alive.
Tender coconut water sweet
Makes the summer feel complete.
Jackfruits ripe and sweet lime juice,
Sugarcane with cooling use,
Butter milk so fresh and light
Fill our days with pure delight.
One by one the treats appear,
Bringing happiness and cheer.
May’s the month of holiday time,
Fun and laughter in every rhyme.
No school bells and no class race,
Only joy in every place.
Practical learning, games, and play,
Happy memories every day.
May is always green, pink, and red—
Colours of the path ahead.
Green says, “Go and grow each day,”
Pink says, “Care along the way,”
Red says, “Stop and think awhile,”
Helping life move mile by mile.
Life is made of this bright trio,
Walk with courage, be the hero.
Hey diddle diddle
I'm the cat with the fiddle
Keeping my fiddle near
What would you like to hear
Any tune to catch your ear
Follow my sound
Lead yourself out of the lost and found
Dance to my tune
It made the cow jump over the moon
While it was the druggie that stole the spoon
The sound of my bow
Keeps the world in tow
Piper of the strings
People it brings
Following my sound
souls it will bound
Dont be a sheep
Following in your sleep
following the pretty
sound
Don't know where your bound
Believing all you see
Your mind you gave for free
Don't be a fool
Blindly following some rule
The fddle is just the tool
The breath-taking rhythm and rhyme of the cosmic music
Venus dances in a little circle around the Earth.
Composed of five heart-shaped movements, psychotherapeutic
Isn't she the embodiment of love, beauty, and mirth?
Comprehensive courses in cohesion and cognition
Heart-shaped inferior and superior conjunction
A form akin to the petals of a primrose fission
spins clockwise on her axis with a flesh-blood affection.
Be gentle, sensitive, and compassionate. Venus says
Taste a planet of beauty, harmony, and aesthetics.
Unravel the mysteries of your romantic world ways
She presents and inspires gem-like feminine magnetics.
Problem-solving, risk-taking, compassion, all so intense
Your dance, O Venus, ever compresses good or bad sense.
meander through the my day in a similar way
strolling along with no worries or hurries
listening to Willie, and Don’t Worry, Be Happy
of course I am, for there is no goal.
No urgency, no need to open my eyes
I lie on the ground, soaking up nothingness
philosophy is for others, here is my dandelion
squandering the minutes because they are infinite
But the mirror woman laughs at me
And shingles comes and destroys my nerve endings
And now I am on pills, and my teeth are falling out
I have turned into an old fat creepy thing
I have always hated old people so I get up off the ground
And try to dance, but my bones are brittle and I fall apart
Piece by piece, I turn into dust. I guess it was too late.
Enchanted Voyage
Aboard the Magnolia paddle steamboat
Bound down the Mississippi River
Carrying its precious cargo
Daring anyone for a challenge on her beauty and speed
Enchantment captivates guests of its breathtaking beauty a
Fortune spent to showcase and entertain in its
Grand elegant saloon with carved gilded mirrors
Hanging far above glimmering crystal chandeliers with flickering candle flames
Illuminating dramatic sparkling rainbow colors
Jump and dance with the excitement of the room
Keeping my place longing to melt into the
Laughter of the guest I listen to
Music that plays and sings its melody to the
Night’s mysterious shimmering sky
Obtaining consolation with
Paced movement sounds of the paddle wheel that lulls me into serenity
Quietly meandering slowly coursing down the muddy banks of the Mississippi River
Riding down to its adjacent towns
Savoring the faint breeze scents of the warm night air
Teasing the romantic scenes
Unique moonlight reflecting shadows cast by hanging limbs
Vulnerable to the rendering of the imagination
Whimsical Xebec shape illusion mysterious
Xenomorphic behavior
Yearning for a never ending voyage ride
Zest only of pleasure
© 7/10/2015
Xebec – small three-masted pirate ship
xenomorphic - having a form not its own
in an unusual form; having a strange form.
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Probably not my first battleground with this nasty bug
Still haven't tested positive after many attempts
But I know I have it now
False negatives or perhaps it's just my luck
I'm still kicking my way thru it, and I trust that none of you
Want to take this cross from me
But feel free
Grandma's got it too, that's my mom
Always taking care of us all no matter what the cost
Bless her soul
Hope all those vain vaccinations were worth it
So far so good . . . still here in the hood
No 911 calls yet but she says keep it on hold
This aint no ordinary cold
It reaches deep down and taints the soul
I feel for all the dead before me
Now is my chance to dance with this devil
Giving me night sweats and a backwards fever
I feel soooo cold like I could die
Really makes me feel that mortal mold
With an electric cord protruding from the back of my skull
Don't unplug me yet
I still have some more poems to write
Is tonight the night
I aint afraid
Jesus has my back
My faith is intact
He says Our Father forgives me when it's not
So, I say a few Our Fathers and struggle through some Hail Marys
(It's been a while since I've said those. Threw out my Rosary years ago)
I've walked thru so many Church doors that you'd think me a swinger
But I'm a deadringer for what is real
Ringing the dinner bell Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong!
What's wrong with me Lord, why'd you make me this way?
Extra toes and thumbs, kinda seems dumb
I think I would have been better off with an extra brain
Perhaps then I'da been a bit more sane
Less of a pain
More like everyone else like anyone else would care
I dare to overthrow tyranny and jerks
With a glare of my obvious godlike good looks.
I must get that from you, my Lord
Thanks for being there for me thru all these years
Putting up with all my failures and doubts and bad poetry
And to anyone else reading this malarky
Thanks for sharing!
I think I'm going to go now
And visit the porcelain thrown
For a while.
I don’t like the rules,
So I just won’t follow them,
They make writing all dry and stiff,
Tasteless Weither it be bitter or sweet,
“Flaws”,
“Mistakes”,
“Sloppy and disorganized”,
That’s how humans are just like,
Just like my poetry and writing style,
Humming my toon as I walk and dance,
You start to notice when you read my work,
Its the Varry toon of someone living and experience,
Once you read this I hope you see,
I pray you hear shat I hear,
The stars of dreamers shining bright,
The cries of the appressed by oppressor',
My style,
My technique,
My varry existence,
MY SHINING SOUL,
It can be mocked and talked down to,
It can be broken down by oppressors,
But even so I’ll write till my last word,
I’ll write till the name Dragonstar means something,
Until my style less style becomes a statement.
Until my toon is Hurd and Agknolaged.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
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Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
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I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.
I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds
Behold the grand majesty of a siren's release!
With a sad heart I say penance for a lifetime of sins.
In deep guttural voice I shall bid the storm to cease,
for I've reached the abysmal depth of my delusive soul.
I am enrapt by the tempest emotions in my control.
May 24, 2021
Personification Poem Contest
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