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Twirling
Prancing
Whirling
Entrancing
Unfurling
The Dancing...
Say that you dance.
Lest it not be said,
The art is ever dead.
Or even the merest of a chance,
Of nearing extinction.
It is all life's essence,
To move, be, think and dream.
To express a universal scheme,
That speaks through nature's lessons.
Not in man's religion.
A boundless form of communication.
So intricate,
Yet so ruled by emotion.
So elaborate,
And so full of devotion.
Needing no words of translation.
At one with God and all of creation.
A legacy of the beginning explosion.
To live in blissful celebration.
Saint Vidas is the lord of the dance.
If in need, seek out his blessing.
You might as well give him a chance,
And dance out your confessing.
So why should we dance?
The answer is simple and clear.
To join the dance is why we are here.
So dance, indeed dance.
The beauty of blossoming flower,
exudes from the charismatic core
of the unfurling buds
with the fervent fragrance
of rippling shower of the spring colors,
trails the trellised wings of beguiled butterflies.
Under the enlightening sparkle of cerulean skies,
I get rid of my antiquated affectation,
reinvent with regained realization,
the sensuous notion so intensely perceptive,
of the time transcending enticing charm
of you, women.
Nothing lies between entrancing Eve and you,
when you’re in the enchanted view,
my enthralled vision is suffused
with resplendent rainbow’s engrossing hues,
shimmering on the rain-rinsed face,
enthused by the lure of silver-lined cloud,
making tantalizing shifting shapes,
fill my mind with endearing perception.
As my amorous feelings lift the reticence wrap,
I envision the everlasting elegant image
of you, women.
The attraction of marvelous living sculpture,
created by the supreme designer,
illumines the glimmer of love with luring rapture,
twinkle like the crystal stars of cosmic dream.
As fervent sequins swathe my yearning heart,
the pulsation of captivating cadence I feel,
and perceive the aura of excellence
in the magnificent masterpiece of articulated art,
the morphed metaphor for eternal enticement ,
defining the design of grand grandeur
of you, women.
no words could explain my feelings for her
or capture the intensity of how it feels to look at her.
i could tell you her eyes are like the glistening water on a stream in summer
next to a bed of roses as flushed as her cheeks
but you will never know what it feels like to feel as though you’re floating down that stream.
i could tell you her scent is sweeter
than vanilla pods that perch in trees
with trunks the colour of cinnamon and caramel similar to her hair,
or that the floral vines entwining the trees match her curls but you’ll never truly get it.
i could search every word ever made
and i wouldn’t be able to find the right one to fit how her lips feel on mine,
or how i can’t stop watching them move when she talks.
she is entrancing.
i feel like the whole world stops moving when she looks at me.
when she laughs it is the only thing i hear.
every other noise is blocked out.
like birds tweeting in summer evenings and you can feel the warm rays of sunshine on your skin as the sun sets
and you know that every bad day has turned out okay
and every other bad day will turn out okay too because the birds are saying so with every note and whistle.
i once thought love was black and white,
but it is every colour in the rainbow.
it is the colour of her blushed cheeks,
every blue swirl in her eye,
the yellow sunshine that she is.
it is my favourite shades of green
and it is orange like the sunset when the birds sing.
it is more than i ever imagined it to feel.
to be completely consumed by another human. to feel connected at the soul.
to love and to be loved.
to be hers.
and to know that she is mine.
Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism
me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier
United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery, yours truly spellbound
gravitating, fixating, entrancing,
an invisible sonneteer
disembodied spirit transported
back in time,
qua closing first decade
of twenty century aware
how historical events will unfold,
yet lacking means
to affect alternate outcome,
though yearning to spare
fledgling democracy deaf to blare
ring coming fury me unseen
relishing preponderant naiveté
and childlike innocence
before internecine warfare
many stripling young lads,
yet to sprout facial hair
trumpeting, scampering, rejoicing
after favored lass with no care
gathering rosebuds while they may
before their brave hearts got
touched, torched, taxed...
with fire, ah... so cavalier
wondering, speculating, nursing
curiously piqued how adaware
those who frolicked
within Autumn mist did revere
observing what didst appear
oblivious laughter and attitude
analogous to good cheer
omnipresent at Renaissance Faire,
no doubt trials and tribulations
compromised welfare
envious countless scores generations
past knew not global threats,
nonetheless societal fabric circa
early/mid nineteenth century
severely wrenched when
Emancipation Proclamation didst declare
manumision, though sadly
blatant anti semitism, bigotry, racism...,
trumpeted within rank putrid odor
doth still fill the air!
Our roots are in another kind of earth
Invisible, yet felt in guts and heart
Unlike the trees that bow down at our birth
Ignorant of our roots, now torn and worse
We come to grief and all its little parts.
Our roots are in another kind of earth
Our conception, to the sperm, is merry mirth
The egg is eager for her life to start
Unlike the trees that, windy, flounce and curse.
We do not know what our deep roots are worth
Till sad we see our angels each depart
Our roots are in some other kind of earth
We grow,enlarge, and learn a language first
Then in our home grown narrative we star
Unlike the trees that bowed down at our birth
Creating love from endless tiny sparks
The form of every universe must start.
Our roots are in another kind of earth
With fabled trees entrancing every birth
It's Valentine’s
think hearts and
roses she said --
roses she prefers
so like herself
her own gracefulness
enticing petal scent --
the blossoms she adores --
think of rapturous nights
and Roman Candle dawns
such passion as hers never
seemed to need break --
entrancing patterns of fine drape
silk dappled with sunlight
beams of arousing romantic kneading
a second heedless amorous skin duplicating
transposing quixotic embroideries
of desire and forever --
like Salome she revealed all of her
beguiling fond nakedness
making instant jello of
my rational mind -- I will never
forget...vowed we would never forget!
Damn, where was that?
and who the hell was
I with?
Oh to be young and divinely foolish again!
I hope this letter finds you well, happy with your choices,
And that your nose is not lifted up in disgust
At this last daring move that I made, so as to make
Myself heard one last time!
I just wanted to tell you to mind not the dark clouds
That I now carry in the celestial realms of my secret garden
As I have broken the pieces of the love that I held for you,
And I have burnt them in the depths of my own solitude!
My world shall remain the same one as you had known it
I am not leaving as, I have nowhere else to go,
But I have adjusted my sails in such a way
That I no more write of love songs, or of broken hearts,
But, I play, on my instruments, music entrancing enough
To connect with the source of my inner essence!
To be honest, I am just living as would an unfeeling robot
Going on my path as would a bird, feeding myself when needed,
And unfolding my wings when I feel like it and, of course,
Making as if, you never existed, while praying, all the time
For my final release from this world which had felt like home
Only at those times I was lost in the abyss of your gaze!
Written on 6th January 2021
For Contest The Last Love Letter
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
His fragile limbs in a caged body
seeking proteins from ivy drips
vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
sea of sick humans hanging like leaves from willow
mitigated by prayers of angels in white coats
yet lowered pulse rate in hopeful daylight
but his sumptuous mind holds the key to freedom
in deepest slumber his twisted cage breaks free
arising hopes float in ropes of subconscious mist
his smiling shadow traces whispers of memories
he sways his brittle fingers in ecstasy
shapes of smoke growing as titans in silence
his love is a ghost that the others can't see
exploding stars in topaz lit utopia paint
charcoal brush adorning sparkling bristles of love
colourful patterns on canvas of blank memory
flashing waves entrancing visions of kisses alight
blankets of amnesia in existence but he dances
on a hustling vintage platform emerging in fog
breeze in his red shirt chasing scarlet sunsets
he boards a crimson wagon longing for a journey
holding roses for Aphrodite in the land of swans
simmering in flashes of blooming glitters.
Rising dawn clicks the buttons in his mind
blank memories, ivy drips lock him away
in a caged body his fragile limbs rest
nobody knows he visits a soothing paradise
fog curls under his pillow in deep oceans
till slithering hazy sapphire nights arrive
July 20, 2020
Delirium Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
~Premiere Contest Winner: 1st Place
I was born too late ... not far too late, but about seventeen years ...
Or so, for I have always been too old-fashioned, (In a romantic, true love
Sense), for the time period and era I grew up in. I knew this without question
At an early age ... books were some of my best friends, always, and I first
Read my favorite novel before my tenth birthday ... it was on the shelves
Of my dad's den, and the bright colors of the binding had always pulled at
Me ... so, one summer eve, I took it to the porch swing by the lake, and
Started. Oh, how it opened up a whole new world to me! An entrancing
World of exotic places and people and struggles! The settings and
Characters and relationships were so unlike my own, and unlike anything
I knew of ... it wove a hunger into my heart! A yearning to live in a bigger
World and experience its wonders ... it placed a seed of romance and
Charm and excitement, deep into my being, and more importantly,
Taught me the absurd inequalities of racism, at a time when my world
Was primarily one color. To this day it is my dream to make that
Wondrous place my home, and one day soon I intend to, (for real) ...
Transforming those lessons and dreams into a reality. Bless you and
Thank you, James A. Michener, for placing into my forever-romantic
And old-fashioned child's heart, those "Tales of the South Pacific" ...
I am forever grateful ... and ever changed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Life Lesson From A Favorite Novel" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Out of the blue I searched for you,
Under yellow skies I walked,
With scarlet red the things you knew!
The black lace talked and talked
I found you thumbing on the road,
Drifting south for a change of pace,
Your suitcase was hardly a load,
My heart began to race.
A game was lurking in your eyes,
I wanted in to play your sin.
Fortune’s wheel did not disguise
The roguish plans you held within.
You took the keys and off you went,
With gaping mouth I stood
My heart inflamed with discontent,
I whimpered all I could.
With bold resolve my feet did go,
Dust and sweat led the way.
What did tempt I did not know,
But hidden fires held my sway.
Marching like a highway man,
Of dreams untold to think about,
I tried to chart your steps and plan,
Whose saucy tease I had no doubt.
Feline ways invite soft prints,
Invisible shades eyes large make,
I saw the method in your hints,
By subtle fumes my nose did stake.
I tracked and looked and never quit,
To find your world and magic curve,
But at some point I had to admit,
I wondered if I had the nerve.
I hung my head, I sang low tunes
Echo’s hope was just a trace,
So I took to heed the passing moons
Oh your purring heart did I chase.
As though you saw my forlorn look,
My ears you tapped with engine fire,
Behind me came your line and hook,
Smiling in my car you took.
Get in you said with lips to bend,
With a grin that spoke of lazy miles,
To you my vows could but commend,
So sure were your entrancing styles.
I swaggered in next to fate,
Forever gone, here was now,
Praying for mercy on this date,
Still like a mouse hearing meow.
You throttled up and off we flew,
The wind and hair was just a blair,
If my better half only knew,
The forbidden things I would dare.
The ride was smooth and oh so cool,
Skin touched skin and all was one,
Kissed by heaven’s secret rule,
Ay there’s the rub, just have some fun.
Salvation’s road leads to crime,
Heat and sweat are natures beat,
Lemons aid the bitter lime,
To overcome what might defeat.
Out of the blue I searched for you,
Under yellow skies I walked,
With scarlet red the things you knew!
The black lace talked and talked.