Long Jigging Poems
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Decisions-decisions
Do you take a job where it's always womb-warm
working for dirty broken pennies
or poke around in the wind and cold
for a taste of that sweet northern gold.
Do you marry the stable steady
with the ice box that's rarely ready.
or stick with the gold jigging, rock-sucking vagabond...
To take the shortcut through the war zone.
or go around the world just to get back home.
Do you turn the other cheek for eternity?
Or bash them in the skull and set yourself free.
Do you slowly yellow away
or tend to your wrist on a whim and call it a day?
Decisions-decisions
Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair
A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by
Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing,
Over spotlights on red liquefied hips
That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ;
Relishing the wine which drips as you lift
And tap those feet through moonshine’s gloam:
O, such swaggers devour my senses
While Latin music sets the castanets ablaze--
Then a pause, a sensuous movement, jigging.
Sevilla, you are a luscious pageant of a song,
A brief canticle gliding on my bones, that I
Fondle you in the dark caressing scented nape:
What endless thrill you bring on an August dusk!
Then together drunken madly , recklessly
I will be love's sunrise, and you my finale's art,
As this heart etches a twirl in flamenco sighs,
Clinging to each refrain of such possessed trance.
For Silent One's Contest:
Poems That Paint a Picture-3 9/24/2017
~ a most memorable dinner in Sevilla
watching a Flamenco concert~
Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your moonlight’s hue
winging along the field’s minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a mild gloss
shimmers on your curved outline
releasing petal drops ever
quietly : crepe tassels bobbing to
peep among embroidered leaves
offering sweet incense for
nightfall’s prints etched unto
meadows, wafting with tuneful
lilts of stems bathed in dew. Oh, you
kindle a twirl with floral sisters
jigging daintily as if to pull me closer
in a prance; the one I dream about
high on a wood’s lucent trail.
Gently, my arms swing around, back and
forth until I lay on your zinnia confetti
embracing my tingled flesh, limbs,
deep within your moistened soil… oh how
corollas glaze into my Asian sky,
breathlessly dressed by night, leaves flickering
as you wave goodbye when summer ends!
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First ever Z Y X contest
Sponsor: john lawless
10/12/2015
JOY and JINKS
Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost wearing thick jacket
joyfully jumped sharp on snow losing jade-locket
Jolted backward by snowstorm yet looked jovial.
Jeered on a jetty jackal rushing from jungle, not trivial.
Junior Jack in jean- jersey with sister Jill Joined to skate.
Jim Jogged, carrying jars of jam, jelly, jaggery in basket.
Jingle bells ringing, Jack jigging, drinking juice from jug.
Joe, friend of Jack drove jerking jeep, met Jack, gave hug.
John, a Joker cum juggler catching and throwing snowballs
Jupiter-Juno both jocose junketing under heavy snowfall.
Jewel thief Jacob fell on snow, picked the lost jade-stone.
Javelins- throw on snowy field managed by Jacqueline alone.
12/17/20
Second Place
Alliteration Contest by Eve Roper
Second Place
Podium Placing Promise (6) Contest by Brian Strand.
After the storm eased slowly
Big waves smashed against the shore
Causing havoc everywhere
Drinking more than he should
Eating until stuffed
Feet sliding everywhere
Grabbing at straws
He caught on to what he could
Into the sea he waded
Jigging about he got soaked
Keeping to his feet only just
Looking everywhere
Masts in the distance
Nothing else out there
Or not that he could see
Perhaps a castle far away
Queen could be dining
Royal banners flapping
Swimming towards it
Took a long time
Under the spell
Victory not clear
Washed up on the shore
Xebec sailing past
Yacht moored near by
Zanzibar in the distance
He filled his head with ballads,
His fingers full of notes,
He wore a jester’s hat
And multicoloured coat.
And he burst onto the street
One Wednesday Market day,
With his lute in his hand
And he began to play.
He sang songs of freedom,
He sang songs of joy,
He sang songs of love,
For every girl and boy.
A crowd quickly gathered
Listened to what he played
Got bigger and bigger
As everybody stayed.
And he set their feet a jigging.
And he set their minds alight.
You could see the faces
Just aglow with delight.
He danced a few steps,
Just a few, no more
Then following applause
Danced just a few more.
He sang another silly song
Then having played his game
Quickly made his exit
Back from whence he came.
For some weeks they returned
Hoping for a repeat,
But he was miles away
Bringing joy to other streets.
With his head full of ballads
His fingers full of notes
In his jester’s cap
And multicoloured coat
My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic anti-heroes
My siblings’ event planner for grand occasions
Yes, a film buff loading adrenalin at plot’s turn
This off-key singer come open mic time
An insolent activist when values are compromised
My kin’s nervous wreck... afraid of heights
A non-stop dancer jigging even on tabletops!
Indeed, an angel card reader faking psychic powers
A believer of joy based on destiny number 7
The female version of Pan trapped in child-like whims
An incurable romantic who dreads goodbyes
This poet draining the marrow of a parched pen
A meditation/ yoga soul grounded in nothingness
Thus, one pilgrim in search of my higher self’s grail
~ In my roller-coaster, charmed world, I am still
finding parts of myself that thirst to be known.
I AM Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
5/11/2020
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva
My collaboration contest
Now what’s the matter with my hair?
It’s thinning balding -–such despair
As buddies jest that I’m ‘top gone’
With strands flaking one by one.
The barber whips piles of spray net
Yet coif flops, this manhood upset
While I grab the latest toupee
And style a bob which looks like hay!
Meanwhile, gals I need to attract
Believes new shave is a cool act...
With pierced ears studded, I am grand
Jigging on like a hip-hop band!
Dear me, today, life's all brand new
Nobody peeps at my head's view.
For Barry Stebbings’ Contest
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be 2/13/2018
Are you following some ancient path
to a schizophrenic's neverland
are you trying to teach me
your sophisticated alphabet
did you just fly from someone's
dungeon dream
into the minaret of mine
are you dancing with fairies
or just a stumbling sky drunkard
maybe you're just an erotic dancer
flashing your neurotic wares for
jigging of forever nectar
whatever the case may be
I will forever cherish your
no touch lap
dances