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2025.04.28
It takes two to tango.
It is very true, if you believe otherwise,
You are naive and a simple minded soul.
It applied to all the keeping promises too.
I made so many on my own will,
Devotedly to someone I loved, adored or idolatry
Ended up breaking my promises frivolously and painfully.
That was because I wanted the very best,
Of the life for the person I liked.
Unfortunately, they could not imagine what I could.
They didn't appreciate what I prepared for them.
It takes two to tango, I believe so.
One person in full control to navigate gently,
The other submissively respect the guide through partnership.
They should appreciate the wonderful and melancholy moment.
The music and the rhymth in the background.
The twirls, arches, kicks and the lifts
The choreography may include hug, groove and sweep,
Be authentic, exotic, seductive of contacts or gestures.
All nicely sashayed by the two devoted dancers.
My late friend AP, accordingly to his word,
He loved music, singing and ballroom dance floor.
Where he picked up beautiful single young girls.
He and I had huge gaps in age,
Impossible to do tango or any other moves.
We had the serious wish in our mind,
But different in height and the physical fitness.
Deter our dream to be dancing partners.
BB has two left feet, good with fingers,
Constantly sit at the desk surf on internet.
I loved to have one dance with him,
Swayed to the sound of the drum's beats.
That could only happened in my wildest dream.
Last but not least, came along Mr Vanish
Who could have been quite a suitable candidate.
Possessed perfect figure in height, build, and appearances,
But I couldn't afford with his vanishing proclivity,
Despite there might have mutual passions and desires,
He couldn't be trusted in any dancing styles.
Therefore, inarguably, it really takes two to tango,
It requires the two could act as one,
Whether with full body contact or partially embracing,
The body, mind and movements together as one.
It takes both body and mind to perform.
Simple and or complicated dance patterns.
Get on your groove,
‘Cause Sonar’s on the move.
Hey, hey, all the way,
Put on your dancing shoes!
Won’t stop dancing
But to get your name.
Hey baby come with me,
Let's bust out to some tunes!
“This place is the party,
‘Cause I’m with you!”
Sonar 1: (verb) To send out
Good vibes around the world,
And end up bringing in,
The prettiest coolest girl.
2: (adj.) Possessing the singular
Characteristic and quality,
Which attracts the utmost elite,
In the female psychology.
To know he is the coolest guy,
Is a fact you can’t deny,
Because he sings and dances,
DJ’s and romances.
They can’t keep him off the court,
No, his plans he won’t abort.
He’s sonaring and searching,
For that special person.
What’s her name?
That’s why he’s in the game.
To find out who, and then BOOM!!
When these two are through -
No more high school man,
This is his PHD baby!!!
Oh yeah, ah hah, oh yeah!
Looking for the Sonar Man.
Beep beep… beep beep…
Beep beep… beep beep…
She was trapped in a world of turmoil
Forbidden from lustful thoughts
Swimming through a stream of endless dreams
Escaping from realities strong grasp of solitude
Sprinting around a track of intimacy
Only to portray images of a previous encounter
Hopeful to fall into a groove of forgotten love
Bringing back memories of his touch, his kiss, his strength
One day like life itself you will thrive on me
Like a vine wrapped around me
Will you with your haunted past learn to love again
My words are real, no lies lying in deceit
Like a symphony at Carnegie Hall your beautiful in every way
Your style in-sync, your rhythm inspires
An artist in loves form
Touching your body with my fingers gently
Surrounding you with my bristles
Your cream is my paint
You are my Mona-Lisa!!
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori Contest Name:Ronnie James Dio 6/6/25
"Inspired by the energy and strong Vocals of the new member Ronnie James Dio Song "Heaven and Hell" from the album Heaven and Hell-Black Sabbath
Released 18 April 1980 Recorded October 1979
Studio Criteria Recording, Miami, Florida Studio Ferber, Paris
Genre Heavy metal Length 7:minutes Label Warner Bros.
Songwriter(s)Ronnie James Dio Tony Iommi Geezer Butler Bill Ward"
notes by the poet. - Unable to embed copy of song - Technical Difficulties.
Intoxicated by confusion.
A magic trick full of illusion.
Roll the dice.
Roll it twice.
Your a winner.
I see you are a sinner.
I can tell no one will gain.
Ride or die, feel the pain.
Beguile me with your song.
Everything goes wrong.
Tempted by the devil.
Take me to your level.
The devil cannot create.
Die or ride, Heaven will wait.
Precise moves when you dance.
Demented, there's no romance.
By the roadside you fell.
This isn't hell.
Ride or die.
Or know the reason why.
So much energy.
Babe come back to me.
The dancer creates ways to move.
Singer sings along to the groove.
Riding is my Utopia, to fall, my damnation.
The singer is my salvation.
Suffer with the dancer.
Hate spreads like a cancer.
It's Heaven and Hell, you know.
The easy way out, go with the flow.
There is a golden rule.
Pity the wild one, the dancer.
Look for the answer.
The world is full of Divas.
They want us to be believers.
Cheats and liars so dark hearted.
They wont be parted.
Pariahs of that kind.
They mess with your mind.
They gain your trust.
Then turn you to dust.
Dont be a fool.
Follow the rule.
A hot jazz box time to listen to Eddie Henderson's big tenor, spontaneous spirit stirring way high
Ron Carter's bass groove on " Feelin' Alright." Man, like way out into the new
Jerry Garcia and Miles Davis in vinyl heaven, amen
Guitars for life, Wes Montgomery, and Django Reinhardt, Barney Kessell scales from the far side of the moon
tasteful execution and brilliant arranging, man, it's the Thad Jones/Mel Lewis Orchestra
Band comin' home, baby, to the Storyville club
The power of jazz and a rich hip space journey through time, and thought with the Sun Ra Arkestra at the Tone Deaf Factory recording session
Right now, and then John McLaughlin's reflections on Zen at the Jazz Showcase, Shi Town cool is the rule
Like now like wow electrical acid Jazz field of love and hope man, is the new pope dope
First time I ever heard her voice, Roberta Flack and the color theory of her keyboard life
Feel the music touch your soul,
Words add meaning to the whole,
Watch your feelings take control.
Feel the jazzy groovy beat,
Swirl and twirl as impulse fits,
Dance that buzzy primal heat.
Feel the urgent strains expand,
Shake your body, clap your hands,
Explore easy breezy trends.
Feel the happy moments swing,
Surge of trance in a wild fling,
Senses swaying as you sing.
Feel the groovy way embrace,
Touch sure healing in fond craze,
Dance and cling now face to face.
Feel warm passion swing magic,
Be in sync with jazz music,
Swirl of ground feels magnetic.
Feel what you feel in sure proof,
Listen now as music moves,
Enjoy feisty waves that groove.
Leon Enriquez
11 December 2014
Singapore
No pigeon in my hand cage as wheat eater
It’s far away now except the white feather
Eat; eat but assorting good one for the health
She tells it as the emblem of peace to be wealth
She goes and I go too, she comes back and I too
She flaps and I sweep, she flies and I grow up low
She picks up from the clean pot and I look after all
Queen of quills she offers and I keep behind the doll
Now, it becomes fairy wings with embroidered loom
Now the grain of stagnation dries up in mite’s dome
The cage of words swarm on the memory of thriving
Slowly, timer zone show the end line of everything
In the groove of winds recycles the life and death
Simultaneously the thought is alive is grateful fate
© Mahtab Bangalee
27 January, 2022
Chattogram
THE PEOPLE CAME TO HEAR THE dejay SPEAK
HE SEEMED puzzled AND ANNOYED.
hE BEGAN THE S FIRST THANKING all for the night ahead
FOR THE groove to make you move
and new sounds to be explored
that the morning would come TO COME.
and no one should be alone
hE THEN SPOKE THE singers NAME
and his claim to fame
and the song that they'd explore
It's a catchy groove
to make you move
and get up outta your seat
every day is the best way
to be a song geek
The intro to
is something new
with a classic kinda groove
here it is
the sounds of spring
Come on YA"LL enjoy the groove!
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sLURP: sLURP
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WRITTEN BY:
Slurp Musky
of Chill-Willy Music Inc.
(the cronk remix)
(new Glam Rocker Jam)
Remixed by Snazzy Fresh and Grunge Gabby
of GrindWorks Music
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Slurp:Slurp.
Grooves that make
your body work.
Relevé; ooh groove
change that funky attitude
Hoof it
hoof it
damn Gal you
stupid
like the way you grind and groove
feel it when bust a move
Slurp; slurp
see ya make that Body work
gone Gal do your thang
funky sound yeah That Guy
can really sang
Slurp:Slurp
ya'll dancing like ya'll
at work
freaky thang like it
when you stop to twerk
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they served arapaima after
the show
with a Brazilian aioli base
tartar sauce "Chemist Campe'"
If cleanliness
thrives next to godliness,
could wealthy White Houses,
slick and in their capital-sucking groove,
survive when paired with homelessness?
This question presupposes
perhaps a radical view
that divine powers are more homeless
than secured behind military-industrialized,
greed capitalized,
plutocratic White Houses.
Is your god's aspirations
toward Earth's homeless sustainable revolution,
where outside is benign inside
and inside out vice-versa?
Or leaning more toward supplanting human nature's industrial needs
with politically self-empowering greeds--
gates closed against the rabble?
I suppose your god
could remain both egocentric
and become more ecocentric,
just as the White House
could remain a temporary shelter
for those empowered by co-empathic wisdom
of our humane species' ultimate homelessness
without a healthy Earth.
But, in White Houses of this sort,
the gates, if needed,
open from both sides.
The perimeter fence grows lower slower
which is not higher faster self-absorption.
The lawns North and South and East and West
extend toward all our homeless cousins,
Elders not yet burned and buried from healthy memory,
and those yet to become born from matriarchal wombs
into a more sustainable revolution
of shared homelessness.
Where Earth is home
sufficient for all,
or we all continue toward climates of homelessness
in gated Only White Houses Matter
of nationalistic greed
far surpassing Earth's need
for vulnerability and integrity
of a multiculturally homeless
co-messianic
co-redemptive
recreative bodhisattva warrior;
a reweaving god
of and for omnipotently co-operative love.
I shall forever remain
a night’s celestial pilgrim
meandering beneath
the skyscape’s towering dome --
And along the cobblestone
of luminous runways,
jewels of flamed beamers seem to flick
beyond earth’s tableau as the grandeur
from anonymous stars explode,
That I imagine Orion’s groove
whirling around a trillion cosmic moons—
nameless yet ascertained...
for some percieved reason, each nova
circles on its own orbital zone
pulsing then ebbing through my
enigmatic impression ... until
I am devoured by each shimmer,
each odyssey, each dancelight--
making my quill’s ink curdle again.
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 8/22/2020