Long Sashaying Poems

Twilight, the frolicking hour of the nocturnal animals.
A curtain of gray melancholy slowly shuts out the sun.
There are two gentle remembering streaks across the sky,
Then all is dark.  The master artist knew what He...

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Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope
 

Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden...

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The lady In Red

She missed out on the green silk dress; it was sold before she did buy
But when the red dress came to the store she did not let this one pass her by
The...

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Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa

His striped tie has a green tint color 
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. 
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons. 
I can see...

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Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed...

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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.

The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.

Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician

plucks...

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Note: Reposted for my good friend John Hamilton who remembered I wrote this when I didn’t


I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those...

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Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain,
awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing.,
down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing,
at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name.

Just like a kid in...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she owned the place and maybe she did. . . 
if...

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Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of peace, a realm of solace,
Dwelling in equanimity, conjuring serenity harmonious, flawless;
Where my heart sings,...

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"Tease for Two"



“Ein bisschen Zucker 
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“

German accent 
smoky toned 
she purred

Periwinkles suavely winked, 
then played with his -

cufflinks

“Not now Schvee Tart” 
he said holding his attache tight 
looking across the room
grinning Lupine...

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Three old friends, for the first time in years,
were enjoying a meal, discussing with zeal,
the present, not delving into past faults and fears
They had all found success, joy, and peace.

Then a blast from the past,...

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The bonfire warms me at first, but swiftly turns from nurturing and loving 
to raging, and venomously hungry.  She is giving off a vicious, angry vibe in seconds.
From gentle to formidable.  I watch...

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Along the tracks of Grandma's quaint backyard, her lavender perfume reminded me of my early teenhood,
digging the soil to thresh the roots as I buried seeds through its clayed womb.

 In this late hour, my...

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Once in a blue moon
                I vividly dream of a veiled woman
        ...

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Christmas season of nineteen forty-seven, straight from heaven was the rush.
Delighted to have a job, Dollene was eager to get to work that Christmas Eve day.
It will probably be a busy day, Mr. Bentley, the...

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BEAUTIFUL SADNESS

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows
brown and sear.”   William C. Bryant

Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No...

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Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.

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A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the...

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Grace is my treasured companion, canine with four legs and a giant heart.

She sashays in all the ways, sense’s reading currents, attuned to the whisper
Of something new, waiting for air, or light, or touch,
 to...

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Walk on the path of love
by your very soul.
Listen to the laughter of your heart 
alone..
Feel in the sweet sound of the light steps of love
sashaying in your whole
alone..
Bathe in the warm flow of love
till...

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Fish of the deep no longer swim free.
There's a stench and a fire at sea.
Indulgent recklessness came flailing.
Failed solutions left creatures wailing.
Nightmares are spewing from BP’s oil rig. 
America hosts their venturous gig.
The cooling breeze...

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Sitting on the Fence at Twilight

When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon,
I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon. 
Perching on our gray concrete fence,
I’d swing my brown legs to a happy...

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she was a salamander of the sun
an enraptured reptile of the stars
dancing with the other campfire lizards
in the asphalt murrain
in the technomarshes
in the hookah parking lots
and mildewed shopping malls
on the internet
amongst the programmer punks
and hacker...

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Along a pier, on a bench,
An old man sits all day.
Passers by not lending time,
To what he has to say.
They'll never know the loves he had,
Or ocean blues he sailed.
If they had just a moment,
Oh...

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I heard drums kick in. Now I hear that music. Wait, What's THAT?!
(Sung to HELLO, I LOVE YOU by the Doors.)

Oh, yeah, she's swaying, so get out of her way.
Oh, no, she's stopping now, she's...

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