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TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot
Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?
Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?
This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway
Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?
So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk and crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, I’m ready to dance with you
You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
Like to the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor
Do you tango with your cheek near mine
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste
So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
alas honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault
No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister,
that just ain’t,
that just ain’t this hot chick's faultttttttttttt!
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\
Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?
Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?
This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway
Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?
So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin around the floor
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, it's a moral imperative I dance with you
© 2012....(c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
Like to the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor
Do you tango with your cheek near mine
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste
So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
Hell, honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault
No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister,
that just ain’t, that just ain’t my faultttttttttttt!
© 2012 (c) copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~
O.K.K.K.
Sit down and allow me to tell you a story
but first let's all take an inventory
we've got the K.K.K. riding around with shotguns and a black target or two
we 've got the Mafia running almost all of Las Vegas and making huge bucks to leave you black and blue
and there ain't a stich of clothing you're wearing didn't get the Mafia's okay
And when they stop ruling it that will be the day
who whacked who to take over the garbage end of the deal?
and who killed who to be handed over delivery trucks made of Mafia steel?
from the corner store on Tenth Street and death
ain't nothing that doesn't have a price, everything but your blessed breath
and then we got gang members shooting another gang because he crossed the turf
instead of bragging about bullet wounds they should all learn to surf
we've got as many drugs in the prisons as you do on the street
and that's all because of jailhouse guard Gordon and prisoner Pete
Pete's in for life because he didn't like his old girlfriend kissing another
so Pete took a shotgun and blew the girl away because she was doing Pete's brother
so Pete paces the pen that ain't even ten by ten
but here comes jailhouse guard Gordon to soothe down a lot of men
i think it's an ingenious idea of Gordon
Keep all the men doped up and you won't need a Warden
Little Lois used to live with her mother Mable and father Fred
but there was a drive by shooting and now poor little Lois is dead
but it didn't matter how and why the young girl died
it matters that God is no longer our guide
Satan took his spot when people believed the Lord was dead
at least that's what Tommy Tatola had said
you know Tommy who's somehow into both the mafia and jails
and there's always being a hit man when all else fails
But Tommy's brother went a completely opposite way
he's down south murdering innocent African Americans with the K.K.K.
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
"THE SOLDIER'S DEATH"
Nick could not save Private Johnny from death,
the task seemed so simple on the front line-
He held him as he took his final breath,
Johnny had stepped on a shielded land mine,
pride and glory were no longer divine.
Johnny’s blood was dripping from injury,
shrapnel damaged Nick’s eyes he just couldn’t see-
But he felt Johnny’s poor heart stop beating,
it was no longer the land of the free,
this memory of death kept repeating.
His lifeless body free to return home,
Nick knew he had to face Johnny’s widow-
She had been abandoned and left alone,
full of shock, astounded with constant woe.
But Nick knew the pain only she could know.
He arrived at the wake and saw his wife,
he could see her anguish; tormented strife-
she saw Nick and instantly felt better,
even though the pain cut like a sharp knife.
It was then Nick gave her Johnny’s letter.
She wept with him and they hugged in relief,
read the letter and couldn’t believe her eyes-
Filled with such joy and even disbelief,
Johnny had left her a stunning surprise.
‘Twas a jade necklace he won as a prize,
at the downtown Baghdad gala last Spring.
She loved it; it matched her great-grandma’s ring,
now she could wear them as a matching set-
She knew in her heart he’d do anything,
even give her something she couldn’t forget.
The Magic Of Three - Poetry Contest
checked syllables: howmanysyllables.com
Sponsor, Broken Wings
January 12th, 2018
A man is like a tree, tall and strong,
With branches reaching up to the sky.
His roots run deep, he's been here so long,
And he stands firm when the winds pass by.
His trunk is solid, his bark so rough,
But he's gentle too, like a soft breeze.
He may seem tough, but he's filled with love,
And his heart beats with the greatest ease.
He's a provider, a protector, a guide,
A mentor to those who look up to him.
He walks with purpose, his stride with pride,
And his spirit soars on the wings of hymns.
He has his faults, his flaws, his fears,
But he faces them all with grace and might.
He sheds his tears, but he dries them with cheers,
And he keeps moving forward in the light.
A man is more than just flesh and bone,
He's a soul that shines with all its might.
He's a warrior, a king on his throne,
And he stands for what's good, what's just, what's right.
A man stands tall, with head held high,
With eyes that gleam and a confident sigh.
His strength and will are his greatest power,
His courage and spirit never do cower.
He walks with purpose, a steady stride,
His presence fills a room with pride.
His words are few but always true,
For honesty is what he will pursue.
He may face trials, and hardship too,
But his determination sees him through.
His heart is pure, his soul so kind,
A rare gem that's hard to find.
For he's not just a man, but so much more,
A protector, a friend, and a mentor.
He inspires others to be their best,
And his wisdom guides them on their quest.
So here's to the man, so brave and strong,
May his spirit live forever long.
For he is the one who leads the way,
And makes the world a better place each day.
my life is like a sad VALLEY OF LOSS,
a HOLLOW canyon in a dark a b y s s-
like a tombstone covered in chartreuse moss,
for it’s my steep p r o m i n e n c e that I miss.
I used to live a life of cheerful bliss,
when I was grateful for my creation-
now this gorge brings a d a r k e n e d sensation,
my poor soul WEEPS with words that never rhyme,
stuck in this pit of obliteration;
seems like my h o u r g l a s s has run out of time.
my life is like a sad valley of GRIEF,
with one t o o m a n y glasses of merlot-
oh, I just can’t find a mount of relief,
finding it hard to let my heartbreak go.
I’m stuck in a BASIN of a vale’s woe-
the ravine has poured into my despair,
nothing left to do, no one good to care.
out my windowpane I still wail and MOURN,
searching through old memoirs when life was fair...
...now my heart's valley is DEPRESSED and TORN.
Empty Your Soul With Words Contest
Dizain: ABABBCCDCD 10 syllables in each line
200 syllables total
checked syllables: howmanysyllables.com
www.rhymer.com
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Date: November 13, 2017
"As we be, so we are. As we are,
so we become. We be, to become."
Quote by _Unseeking Seeker
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Forgiving is just letting go,
of feelings and thoughts and the hurt;
and resentment_ so you can grow !
It dwells, swirls and twirls in your heart,
forgive them and make pain depart !
It will take a process and time,
as from your revenge you must climb !
Forgiveness is not a pardon,
but, it will make your life sublime;
and your own soul will not harden !
Connect with your spirit and find great peace,
be water yielding as it softly flows;
and make forgiveness your life centerpiece !
Live a Taos life and see how your life slows;
don't build walls but tall bridges from all woes !
Be kind, instead of always right,
embrace harmony in your life;
send to the world peace, love and light !
Be kind instead of always right,
let go and live in the sunlight.
Time to remove that bitter knife !
Be kind, instead of always right,
embrace harmony in your life !
"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds
on the heel that has crushed it."
Quote by _Mark Twain
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May 27, 2021
Poetry/Dizain/Quintain/Triolet/A Bridge Called Forgiveness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-476-27
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Forgiveness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/29/2021
Fourth Place
Such tearful words said at my sister’s wake,
her short life, beyond my comprehension.
I try to stay strong for my daughter’s sake,
trepidation allures apprehension.........
Where’s the help for suicide prevention?
Her goodbye letter hit me really deep,
for now she lays in a permanent sleep.
If time moves this slow, how do I advance?
Her withered white roses I shall still keep,
I just wish she gave loves light one more chance.
If angels do weep, can I taste her tears?
Because I swear I can still hear her cry.
On her final day I could sense her fears,
why couldn’t she give tomorrow a try?
I knew deep down she was ready to die.
If leaving brought her joy I should feel ease,
but all I wish for is one more hug please…
Oh, why did her own life did she wish to take?
I hear her voice sometimes, it’s just a tease,
such tearful words said at my sister’s wake.
Dizain: Ten lines of 10 syllables each line
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-B-C-C-D-C-D
Contest: Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Written: July 19, 2016
all you serious, and formally trained poets, please excuse my satire, but a guy
born in Brooklyn NY, (me)- really gets a kick out of this somewhat pretentious
classification system for something, to me, is as simple as merely conveying a
thought, emotion, idea, image, etc. If it ain't natural, it ain"t real. Don't get mad at
me, I'm obviously "mad" already!!
ABC Verse-(poems written or performed on Sesame Street?)
Carpe Diem-(an ex-Vietnamese leader who happed to be a fish?)
Chastushka-(an old, heavy Russian woman yenta?) (or the headscarf she
wears?) (or another Russian forrest comet strike?)
Cinquain- (a man made and manufactured maleria med, given in 5 parts?)
Classicism- (an exorcism for a classy person?)
Cherihew- (a French axe for lovers?)
Concrete- (a Mafia burial material?)
Couplet- (2 lovers allowed to "do their thing"?)
Cowboy- (a hybrid mix of a young male human and a domestic female cattleof
genus Bos?)
Crystalline- (stalagnites, or expensive young female stemware?)
Diamantie- (a new Honda auto?)
Didactic- (a guy who finally cleans his attic?)
Diminished Hexaverse- (a witch's evil spell spoken in a poetic manner in a very
soft voice?)
Dizain- (either a hair restoration product prone to make the user dizzy, a
deceased Jazz musician, or a new cleaning product introduced by, yes, you got it -
Billy Mays!!!!)
Dodoitsu- (a new form of Japanese martial art created specifically for the near-
extinct Do-Do bird?)
More to come.............
Passionate memories crowd in my brain,
a wished need so strong I just couldn’t resist-
Our last sweet touch l i n g e r s , it's still ingrained,
for without you my sweet, I wouldn’t exist...
Spending FOREVER with you I insist-
My hands are warm from your tender embrace,
your hands warm caressing my lovely face-
My eyes wish to see nothing except you,
for you move with such remarkable grace.
Our night of DESIRE is long overdue.
I cherish moments with a d o r a t i o n,
remembering the good old days of youth-
Our love will pass on through generations
and our family tree will know the truth...
Throughout difficult troubles we sought ruth.
Beliefs that God had already designed
two longing SOULMATES forever entwined-
Stand still in my heart for eternity,
we are beauty and compassion combined-
We must ALWAYS find hope internally.
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-B-C-C-D-C-D
10 syllables per line
Date Written: August 26, 2016
Poetry Unhinged Contest
Date Finalized: August 31, 2016
Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings