Long Dancing Poems
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I learned a little about joy…
on our main street…of all places…
as a group of children were singing Christmas carols and dancing…
The joy was on their faces.
We stopped and listened to them sing…Joy To The World was the song…
and as they sang and danced…they encouraged us to sing along.
They were not professionals…that was easy to hear and see…
They bumped into each other when they danced and they often sang off-key.
But what I noticed as they danced and sang on the face of each girl and boy…
how bumping into one another or singing off-key…never diminished their joy.
The more we watched them sing and dance
the more their joy to the world was apparent to me…
Because…as the song continued and they continued to dance…
the more joyful they seemed to be.
And there is the lesson I learned on our main street…of all places…
as I watched a group of children sing and dance…and saw the joy upon their faces.
It’s a lesson about joy…and where our joy comes from….
A lesson about who we are…and who we can become….
It’s a lesson I forget sometimes…but one I have known all along….
How these children didn’t get their joy from….Joy To The World…
they brought their joy to…the song.
It was no cosmic coincidence that a persnickety intergalactic wise guy named Hub
with an arrogant swagger morphed into the center of a crowded fast-moving Harlem jazz club
on February 11th, 1933 at dusk, preplanned by an angelic being named Lub.
One jitterbugging dancer named Minx looked up for a second, when he arrived at the club.
But it did not make sense that someone could materialize out of nothing, right?
Minx looked away, but then briefly back, into intelligent eyes that were blue, smart, and bright.
He was a scamp, she knew it immediately, she felt she knew him, at the second sight.
A warning gong went off in his head. A spitfire, he tried to stay away with all of his might.
They danced in close proximity, trying to ignore each other, this earthling and man from space.
Her auburn hair was curly and lush, and seemed to say hello from every corner of this place.
Knowing he was in trouble, feeling she was a big taboo, he attempted to show his poker face.
Glowing emerald eyes held him captive, as he tried to think, and clear his fast-beating heart pace.
You have a mission, his head argued, but his heart was not willing to follow the two-hour-ago plan.
He is a dandy warned a voice inside Minx’s head. Try to act casual, so he will be willing to land.
She opened her eyes wide, smiled at her dancing partner, gave him a laugh, and prettily petted his hand.
She was in Hub’s arms for the next set, and all the ones after that too, and they barely noticed the band.
Hub’s voice was a growl, gnarly, all dangerous, one of those better-stay-away-from-me males.
He was dapper, and dashing, a remedy and soothing balm to every one of Minx’s ales.
Minx was the most glorious being Hub had ever seen, including all earthlings and Stratosphales.
They ended their evening of passion like nomads, sitting on one of those giant hay bales.
Hub was sucked back to his planet by an insistent space ship captain in the spring of 1934.
The lovers met nightly in their dreams and in the day time they remembered each other forevermore.
Minx gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, her last memento from Hub, on Tuesday October 24.
A token of my appreciation Mom, Lub said, as he blew a kiss, from his bird-side seat on heaven’s floor.
It was a beautiful morning,
An ordinary day,
The sun dancing
in the blue sky,
Its light kissing dew off
from the grass.
Nature stood unburdened
by the weight of night,
The lake lay still,
as if learning how not to move,
Another quiet day of swim lessons.
I was a fearless cygnet
in the presence of a pen,
Then, without a warning,
Night stepped in before the sun could sleep,
Before the lessons could begin,
Clouds gathered like unspoken warnings,
Lightning tore through the sky
as if it remembered something forgotten,
Peace left as if it was never there.
My hope folded quietly inward,
and sank deep without a sound,
I tried to hold on to the spark of light,
But the world turned unfamiliar,
Cold wind pressed against my skin,
silence pressed against my chest,
Sorrow moved through my sobbing,
Tears tracing my face like tributaries,
Something inside me loosened.
Grief arrived uninvited,
It kicked my door down,
Sat to my chest like a
stranger who knew my name,
and I stopped resisting it,
I allowed it pass through me.
Now the sky has healed itself,
The sun still rises and dances,
The world still remains round,
The lake still lies still,
But pain have not change it color.
The cygnet moves through deeper
water now,
learning strokes without guidance,
circling where a shadow used to be,
Water reflects quite isolation,
My guardian angel is no longer here.
As the parched earth sighed
Mother nature orchestrated
The grandest show on earth
Thunder rolled on invisible drums
Cymbals of lightening clapped
As dancing raindrops lined up
To cool down the heat of the sun
Curtains of dark clouds parted
As dancing raindrops twirled
And descended unfurled
Smoothing out the rumpled leaves
Sliding down window panes
Smoothing out those heated frowns
Dancing raindrops whirling into town
A raindrop catching it’s breath
Sitting on a blooming flower
Sparkling in the twilight hour
Raindrops hurdled together
In little muddy pools children
Splashing laughter so cool
Catching silent raindrops in
Little hands with little help
From the wind reeling out
Raindrops from a giant spool!
18.6.24 ( FIRST PLACE)
In the morning’s gentle sun
Reflecting dewdrops on petals, blooms
Erasing darkness with such beauty
Growing hope that lasts eternally
In the kiss of a soothing rain
Falling quietly, relieving the thirsty
Nourishing the parched earth
With whispers of delicious liquid
Pouring out hope into the spirit
In the embrace of the forest
Where emerald pines and laurels
Silence each sigh of the wind
Singing its love song to the soul
Reminding us that hope is alive
Coloring the life in hues of attraction
Feelings felt by the one who agrees
Hearts and souls find hope in the trees
In the passion of an ocean breeze
There lives a joy that thrives in the sea
Gracious waves, powerful and wild,
Talk to the heart about hope that is excited
Eager to bring us the laughter, the light
That fills up the spirit with wonder
Elation that is more brilliant and vibrant
Than the music that thrives on the thoughts
Exciting, uplifting, exhilarating
Giving a sense of grace and tenderness
In the kindness of the fireflies
Flickering across the darkest night
Reassuring the thoughts, the mind
With pleasures dancing, promising
Rapture beyond our imaginings
Inklings of love, purest praise
In the stars and the moon, awake
Melodies of heavenly thanks
Prisms of sighs, clear breaths
Of His inspiration, His creativity
The abundance of a hope so brilliant
It restores the confidence and courage
The desires and dreams and fires
Of God’s word echoed in our prayers
In the heavens, where love abounds
There is a hope that can only be found
In His grace, His joy, His peace
The Love that abides in those He saves
Because His Son offers a way
To open the door with sincerest faith
To the spirit’s deliverance
From the darkness, the doubt
The perpetual burdens and fears
The endless depths of murky tears
In Him, there is a hope that grows unendingly!
Candle Opera
Have you ever taken time out to look up at the stars?
They shine bright from afar.
Seeing light dancing at night.
Feeling spiritually grateful all the time.
Looking up, counting your blessings.
Through an orchestra, the wind is singing.
Guidance along the path.
Growing old, time goes by fast.
Reach out and touch the flames.
Like a vivid memory that will always remain.
Water resides down a stream.
Candle Opera has a symbolic meaning.
Don’t take life for granted.
Through a song, listen to the message.
Take time out of your busy life.
From me I give you warmth in the moonlight.
I just wanted to show you my appreciation.
Thanks for giving me a chance through a colorful illustration.
You have been my inspiration till this day.
My love for you will never fade.
I engaged her in a passionate Tango
While I checked her bank account
Almost suffered from a seizure
At the vast disclosed amount
So I wined her and i dined her
And I set out to seduce
And to my amazement
I thought she’d fallen for my ruse.
We waltzed and we quickstepped
Around the ballroom floor
Until I suddenly realised
I couldn’t dance anymore
Then, she enrolled me, controlled me
And with such consummate skill
She guided me, and she plied me
Until I complied with her will.
Such an expert choreographer
As I soon learnt to my cost
And by the Last Waltz accepted
I’d indisputably lost
It’s a marriage of great passion
And we regularly grab the chance
To celebrate our union
In the intimacy of the dance.
Now we Tango and we Foxtrot
Through a carefree type of life
I’m the epitome of contentment
Thanks to my rich and loving wife.
They say we’re a handsome couple
As we welcome and explore
The pleasures of our existence
On life’s exciting ballroom floor.
i wanna dance the mambo,the cubin cuba mambo,
i wanna dance the cha cha,hip movements with the cha cha!
or maybe try the salsa, sensual is the salsa.
i wanna dance the samba,the fun brazilian samba,
or maybe the lambada,brazilian hot lambada!
argentinian tango,intense erotic tango,
or maybe the flamenco ,passionate spain flamenco,
may even try the polka,high energy in polka,
the czech bohemian polka
i wanna go and party,good time dancing the rumba,
latino americano,cubano,africano.
i wanna do the hip hop,hip hop hip hop don't stop
dance reigns in the ball room,
i will dance the Ball Room,under and above
with you i dance the Ballroom ,classic dance of love.....
are you ready partner?
-------charma
Illustrious? Too sophisticated.
Advanced? Sounds too modern.
Awkward? Not in the mood yet.
Animalistic? A nice ring, bereft of a special ring.
Will consider it for later though. Jotting it down now.
I could cut up some onions. I got up early to cook a roast right?
I get up from the chair, and my muse bops me on the head,
A light smack. I know, I tell her. I will be back in two.
It is actually ten minutes later. I had to cut up the onions and the roast.
Antiquated? Too prissy.
Profound? Dharm it! You already use profound in every other poem.
Pollutive? Is that even a WORD?
I will set the crockpot on high.
Trixie gets out her machete and leers at me, really mad now.
If you use that, I will not help you at all, I warn her,
So she files it back in her knapsack, and starts stomping up and down the paper.
She is storming angry when I return, I know because the paper is torn into
Teeny, tiny bits, I pull it back together, trying to read it again, as I recopy it.
Plain? Too plain.
Demonstrative? Circle that one. I like that one.
Delectable, delightful, deliriously diabolically, do-able.
The D words are here, and they are dancing and prancing.
Discerning. Where did that come from? Trixie helps me scratch it out.
Hey! Were you going to put the meat into the crockpot?
INSTANT brain stop.
We come to a screeching halt.
Dhramn!
I take Trixie to the kitchen where she hammers on Joe’s head with her axe.
Unfortunately, he does not feel it.
No one else here can put roast into a crockpot?
~~~ Soul is the character that is made up of mind, will and
feelings of a person and the spiritual part or connection to
other humans while spirit is the deep connection to Him. ~~~
~~~ Quote by Poet ~~~
Oh, my soul, you make up my mind, will and emotion.
Why do I have moments of restless mind my strong will
could not calm or quiet down with stillness, self-awareness,
putting me in a wistful mood, feeling sad, blue, melancholy?
Neither I am worried nor anxious, I do not have too much
on my plate, I sleep well and I do things I truly like and enjoy.
Yet, my mind keeps going round and round while doing
paperwork, house chores and even writing, yes, writing.
Dancing, singing and reading can stop my racing thoughts
for I am in a trance when I am dancing, I am in the moment
when I am singing and I am on my toes when I am reading
crime and romance mysteries, legal fiction, action, thriller.
I feel wistful that writing could not even tame my racing mind,
when one way to manage restless mind is to write my thoughts
and feelings on paper for it is therapeutic for overactive mind.
Here I am with wistful thoughts for writing could not help me.
With wistful smile, I am penning my thoughts, my feelings.
Thoughts of what am I looking for, what am I searching when
I don’t even know what it is and feelings of lacking, missing
something I don’t know… wistful thoughts over and over …