Long Disco Poems
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The day my life went all topsy turvy,
Was day I had an affair with a beauty,
Ah, Blue eyes are a weakness of mine,
And Christmas party was full of wine!
That day started like any other day,
work and home, nothing else to say,
showered and dressed in party mood,
Looking for an evening like any dude!
I must have seen her or she saw me,
eyes found each other in office party,
She floated her body at disco pace,
Her blue blue eyes, fixed on my face!
She was young and I guessed thirty,
I acted decent yet was for her thirsty,
Wine and music both lead us astray,
Together in bed, than another day!
At breakfast table the next morning,
Exhausting night and still yawning,
Found her Spanish, her name Isabella
unhappily wed to an old fella!
Something more I learnt of the lass
She was married to my tyrant boss!
The day my live went topsy turvy,
Was the day I went to the office party!
The day my life went whacko!
Caren K contest
Written 29/03/2020
“Struggling to find the words to say”
Seeing the heavens tear open
Within the twinkling of an eye
“Surrounded by a starless sky”
Seeing the earth light up in pink
“Struggling to find the words to say”
“When it's nine in the afternoon”
When the moon stopped giving her light
I see a child of shining white
Who has several forms in light
“Struggling to find the words to say”
“Your eyes are the size of the moon”
I hear the mysteries of night
Who I am beneath mankind’s clouds
“Surrounded by a starless sky”
“Struggling to find the words to say”
Song "Soundless" by Demondice
Song "Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic! at the Disco
The milk coffee skies of Paris in May,
make the Seine river look insanely gray.
At sunrise it’s quiet -
the traffic’s mostly bikes
our digs are luxurious and private
my school stress is waning - it’s nice
I want to get up sigh
I don’t want to get up,
We’ll vote on it later -
I think it’s a tossup.
What will today bring?
More thunderstorms and kisses?
*grin* I hope so.
I pull the covers up.
Peter stretches and asks,
“what are you doing?”
I chuckle, and say,
“Come and find me,”
when he does,
Paris is fun in May
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songs for this:
How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees
Houdini by Dua Lipa
Disco Boots by Gavin Turik
Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
She said she loved my mind;
for an instant I became 31 and handsome,
then the crystal disco ball cycled once more,
it flashed before me as a picture of Dorian Gray,
his face melting.
The cut diamond has far less facets than a mind,
if you love a mind you must accept
its closeted secrets, its dark bottomless pits,
then forgive the light for being so bright
a conjuring incandescence
that makes the mind’s appearance featureless.
Where the mind wanders the brain must stubble after
stupidly blinking its cyclopean eye.
This love that she has for the mind - she must be a poet,
for the mind is not a Kingdom built in any known landscape.
One mind with all its infinite guises
jumps instantly into any form, anybody.
The end of the mind is its beginning,
for in that measureless moment
the mind reveals one last face,
one just born, a nativity burning bright,
then like a birds outstretched wings
it flies to the love it always sought.
Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn.
Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out.
Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn.
Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt.
Is there, amidst the clouds, a lava eruption?
A cloudburst brings, instead of water, hue embers.
Between gold clouds and silver skies, what a duction!
Thunder and lightning bring in untimely tremors.
Sunbeams, like uninvited guests, gleam the green leaves.
Streams and brooks carrying prisms flamboyantly flow.
Breeze brings sparkling stirs between the furls of wheat sheaves.
Hiding behind tentative dewdrops, sun dusts glow.
Gloom and gleam, like celestial mysteries, are merged.
Are heaven and earth, into a new cosmos, converged?
Night love is cool
When your lover's face is neon red,
From the disco lights.
Night love is cool
When in music loud,she strains her voice,
Just to talk to you(as if i can't wait).
Night love is air cool
When together you brave,
The cold on a boda-boda.
Night love is cool
When hand in hand
You stagger home together.
Night love is cool
In the sparkle of stars
And when the moon glows,
Your lover's face becomes angelic.
Night love is cool
When she kisses you,
With lips that taste of wine.
Night love is cool
When you make drunk love,
When she wishpers you
Drunk sweet nothings("I rrove you")
And makes you
Promises.
Promises that you both will laugh at,
When sore,when sober.
Night Love Is Neon Cool.
Oh, ain’t he plump,
Yeah, watch him shake his big round rump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Oh, ain’t he stout,
Yeah, see him twist and hear him shout.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he stout?
He’s disco dancing on the dance floor.
Good golly gee, he’s gonna do more!
See him jump
Well, see his pants rip; hear that thump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Oh, ain’t he plump,
Yeah, watch him shake his big round rump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Oh, ain’t he stout,
And now he's let it all hang out.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he stout?
He’s disco dancing on the dance floor.
Good golly gee, he’s gonna do more!
Watch him bump.
Well, don’t ya think he’s quite a chump?
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
OH, ain’t he plump,
Yeah, watch him shake his big round rump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Entry in John Heck's Beatlemania Sing-a-long
(Sing to tune of Ain't She Sweet by the Beatles)
I remember when I was a child of seven wearing a mask for Halloween
how we took hours to get ready laughing giggling behind the scene
then I became a teenager and it brought on a big switch of costumery
I dressed like cat woman and enjoyed the sensual glide to perfumery
as time went by the only mask I wore was made of clay and cucumber
honesty was dear to me so I wore makeup, but no mask to encumber
as I got older in the hay day of 70's I chose a Venetian mask of black
and I danced all night beneath the disco ball like a dervish maniac
then when I got to be in my sixties a virus crept in uninvited and fast
I made a homemade mask , God only knows how long Covid will last
I've come to an era of my life when I realize that I don't need to bask,
so if I need to go to the store I wear a mask, no mask no task!
July 19, 2020
"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
- T. S. Eliot
In the stillness of the night,
when dreams float in the air,
faraway I see a light,
and it beckons me there;
I take a walk in my mind
to that dazzling bright place,
a love song plays in rewind,
as I enter that space;
It is an empty large hall,
with disco lights aglow,
in the middle standing tall,
my love does a tango;
Seeing me, he calls me near,
I join him on the floor,
with his deft hands, he does steer,
in happiness, I soar;
Together we swirl and twirl,
till the soft music ends,
he's my love and I'm his girl,
dancing, our love deepens;
In the stillness of the dawn,
when sunlight awakens,
my feet, they ache and I yawn,
my heartbeat, it quickens;
I realise that my dreams
have stolen me again,
I smile brightly at sunbeams,
there's nothing to complain.
11.02.2021
For Constance La France's ""S" contest- new poems only"
Calmoruus calamity
Calm, in feather doona encumbered,
slept soundly.
Even the stars twinkled
in hushed, squelched, muted tones.
Silence reigned in solemnity, in peace.
All of a sudden
the deafening din
of cacophonic hard rock shrill
rattled the rafters,
jolted the sleepers
starkly to upright awake.
I ran into the living room
with hands covering my ears.
The wee little 'Nest' device,
throbbing there next to the
rumbling pulsing speakers
was hallucinating, tripping.
Its lights doing a late-night give.
The telly was flashing
bright disco light shows and tells.
I shouted to Siri with all my might
"Off, All OFF, Cancel, Reset, Exit, F-Off",
But all to no avail.
How could dear Siri,
nested there so snugly, hear me
above the infernal din?
I grabbed the remote but it too
was away with the pixies, pixelating.
with its LED's flashing, winking a beat in tune.
In desperation I dragged
the speaker's electrical cables
right outta the wall.
Ah! silence reigned again.
But then, then, then,
the neighbors lights all around lit up
like a Christmas tree on steroids.
The irate banging on doors began,
shouting and screaming.
"Turn it Off", "Turn it Off", "Stop"
The phone and all the mobiles
around the house rang.
The alarm went off.
The kids were screaming
We alone, all blown,
must atone, condone,
Siri's slip up.