Long Song dance Poems
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Rose scented candles burning softly through the night
aurora rays of holy fanning, beauteous returns
Emerald dreams give birth to dessert moon's ignite
if life unfolds before you, meditate, discern ...
Ethereal reveries of flowers flushed in gold
pick a petal, sing a song, dance to hearts delight
Heaven waits for angels just like you, unfold
before the sun and seize the light
Let the springtime share its prose
watch the Bluestar flourish
kiss the lilac, hold the rose,
close your eyes and make a wish
Rose colored glasses and fairy dust galore,
the best things in life, you can't find in a store.
All conversations,
like harmonic music,
practice rhetoric's resonant reconnection
with communicating hope,
spirited intent,
re-ligioning faith;
panentheistic love.
All revolutionary integral spirals
practice nurturing naturally healthy trends
with spirited hope,
mindful intent,
embodied creolizing faith;
and within Great EarthSystemic climaxing devolutions,
still small voiced sad-theistic love.
All divinely humane re-creators
nurture open-loop polyculturing re-ligions,
emerging local healthy
through global wealthy hope
reweaving positive empowering intent,
economic enlightened faith;
and, inter-religiously,
nurturing nature-spirited indigenous love
of organically sentient root systems
panentheistically savoring landscape re-development networks,
both on- and off-line,
with arts and craftsy non-ZeroEgo EcoCommunion Zones.
All verbal discernment practice
LeftBrain dominant language communion
with re-ligioning mind hope
for active body climaxing love,
faith in Gandhian nonviolent communion wealth
of nondually co-arising win/win healthy outcomes.
All reiterative information strings
within communication networks
organic and/or digital
practice co-arising/co-gravitating flow
Positive synergeticMind/synapticBody
AND DoubleNegative dipolar aptic,
with hope for less felt dissonance
and pathological absence
of primal LeftVerbal-thoughts/RightNonVerbal-feelings
bipartisan synergetic re-ligioning communication.
All love-sentience practices sacred communion
re-connecting healthy multiculturing ego-faith
within wealthy polyculturing eco-religion
EgoAnthro Left spoken
inside EcoEarth's unspoken Right
to live Tao balance proportions of symmetry,
Tipping MidWay Points
gleaming sunlight's reflection off Earth's transparent skin
toward Alpha OneSun Light through (0)Mega EarthPower
neuro/eco-woke bicameral bright
displaying Ego's mind/body stage
for song/dance
re-ligious health campaign wealth events,
each interdependent aria/aura
comprising EarthTribe's ReLigioning Opera.
A pocket full of air
And the wind in my hair
Laughter in my brain
And a brolly in the rain
A basket full of yum
Comfy jeans on my bum
Some words that are kind
And a song in my mind
A drink from a clear stream
And the future of a dream
A dance in my feet
Up a tree lined street
The songs of a bird
Sweet music to be heard
An unforgettable tune
Under bright silver moon
A poets stirring words
Sends you flying with the birds
The waving of old trees
Scented meandering breeze
A laugh with some friends
A story that never ends
To be held in loving arms
With their unique charms
A warm fire from a spark
Pushing back the icy dark
All of it worth living for
But still we try to keep score
We're here for such a short time
Fill your life with a happy rhyme
The Neapolitan tarantella
is a folk dance very graceful and lively,
it was inspired by someone having been
bitten by a poisonous Taruntula.
It's fast up-beat tempo
induces a frenzied dance in a solo,
or a couple...and as they dance they sweat out
the poison of the spider's bite.
Grandma used to sing this folklorist song,
and I danced with her while loud mandolins
and tambourines accompanied her cheerful singing...
there wasn't an awkward note in her voice.
The Neapolitan tarantella, with its frantic rhythms
and shrill harmonies infused passion in great composers,
and Mendelssohn wrote his symphony...
a song dance was composed by Rossini.
The Neapolitan tarantella grandiosely plays
and everyone stops and listens to its low and high-pitched melody,
and with little hesitation they start to dance...
beneath my veranda, these folks put on a look of festivity.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He will make everything fabulous
Wait and see
He has a way of doing things
He knows what needs to be done first
And every step thereafter
He knows how to do things
Plan things and make things to come
We don’t even have to worry about the details of it
He is in control
Every minute second
He is on top of it
Don’t sweat, hyperventilate, exasperate
Irritate, gripe, aggravate
The Maker of this world is presiding
In charge
Why agonize, discompose, fret, nervous
While the Father has of hold on his making
God meant for us to enjoy things
Life and everything goes with it
Don’t be a grouch, a wreck, a grumbler
A troublemaker, a moaner, a nitpicker
God meant for you to be happy
Live life, sing a song, dance a storm
Make someone happy
Make yourself happy
Take delight in what you do
Take pleasure in what you accomplished
Be pleased
Get a kick out of things not called for, earned
Have a ball
Have fun
Live a little
God rules
I hear grand piano music floating in from afar
It is poetry so crisp, It's crystal clear
Poetry is chandeliers on high ceiling of white
It is polished parquet in spaces with soft light
Poetry is grand plies performed with perfect poise
Like choreographed parts you'll enjoy
Poetry is rainbow-arched windows, wide as love for you
Such language conveys heart's pulsation, soft as dew
But there's more!
Poetry is precious sound of deep unending peace
It tugs at our heartstring, new heights of joy we reach
Poetry awakens my soul to the good in you
Though caution comes in, love isn't the blues
Poetry is slow caress of each and every word
Like perfect pastels of my smiles, haven't you heard?
Poetry is alive like our rhythm without blues
It is vibrant, yet so profoundly smooth
Poetry is sun and moon in fullness of soft glow
Such friend favors everyone, wishing to grow
Poetry is starlight of joy in your eyes I see
It is spark I adore, when you're with me
Poetry is our stream of dreams flowing endlessly
It goes where divine might mingles with light, you'll see
Poetry is you and I in our silent orbs
Inspiring song, dance, and serenity.
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I remember that dewy morning walk
with a Great Horned Owl
lying next to her severed left wing
on a final bed of wilting green grass
Her eyes majestically
Open Sesame
Closing in a cardboard box
my arms were graced to carry
to her shallow grave.
I remember billowing ribbons
of my lonely vapored breath
sweeping out toward yellow brown hay stubble fields
surrounding our red barn and fake-brick farmhouse
Carrying messianic wonder and hope,
worry and fear and unworthy sobs
for this Earth,
so richly endowed with ionic
ironic wisdom
to choose me for Her
great-winged MultiCulturing Opera.
But, I was eight
with much, already, to unlearn,
and this may be why Sage Owl
had come to vaccinate me,
to show me through her dying
that EarthTribe mentors me
To ask for water
cupped in young right caring hand
open to Her infinite swelling eyes
leaking thirsty freedom justice
tipping toward sea salty balance
engaging all Earth's polycultured Peace.
I buried Her shaman
for far too long;
Apparently justice flies
with older peace-thirsty wisdom.
We are each ecological
neurosystemic muses
doing our song/dance best,
blindly dodging barbed wire
commercial colonizing fences.
A flower blooms beauty in the prime of spring
Dances as a dainty ballerina in the amorous air
Enters many enthralled hearts that solely sing
For her to dance to their tune with luring flair.
To her sensuous surrealist world she takes them
Their minds floating mesmerized in ecstatic air
Adulation plucks the flower from the drying stem
Youth wilts with passing years, she does not care.
Time plays with her lonely life the unkind game
She falls from the heights of admiration and grace
Gnawing apathy, an infliction she could not tame
Arc light fades as obscurity pervades to embrace.
Flower of her gleaming youth flashes on her face
She dances to the flitting rhythm of her swan song
Blaze of the last dance makes the stage a fireplace
She burns the affliction that agonized her for so long.
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April 12, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
188.
Hail Queen of All Media
Hail Queen of All Media
Fit for horror, comedy & drama
Thou hold the scepter of soap opera
Thou alone our prime idol
Of rich & poor, masses & all
Cape of charisma to you install
Delight of song & dance
Brilliant of head & appearance
Thou don the train of elegance
Thy awesome aura to public a jewelry
It's rigorous to find thee any awry
Thy flawless radiance is a phylactery
Any man to you shall kneel & bow down
Black or white, meztizo or mulatto or skin is brown
They stand with awe before thy precious crown.
-08/08/2012
*My Twilight Poems Collection
I hear grand piano music floating in from afar
It is poetry so crisp, it's crystal clear.
Poetry is chandeliers on high ceiling of white
It is polished parquet in spaces with soft light.
Poetry is grand plies performed with perfect poise
Like choreographed parts rated free of noise.
Poetry is rainbow-arched windows, wide as love for you
Such language conveys heart's pulsation, soft as dew.
But there's more!
Poetry is precious sound of deep unending peace
It tugs at our heartstrings, new heights of joy is reached.
Poetry awakens my soul to the good in you
Though caution comes in, love rules.
Poetry is slow caress, of each and every word
Like perfect pastels of my smiles, haven't you heard?
Poetry is alive like our rhythm without blues
It is vibrant, yet so profoundly smooth.
Poetry is sun and moon in fullness of soft glow
They're like friends, helping us to grow.
Poetry is starlight of joy in your eyes I see
It is spark I adore, even though you're not with me.
Poetry is our stream of dreams helping us to sea
It's fused with might, and mingles with light, you see.
Poetry is you and I in our silent orbs
Inspiring song, dance, and serenity.
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