Long Tango Poems
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Voyagers
The old ship
rust stripped like a Sudanese mule
doomed to carry fleeing people across
a landscape of despair
Why, she floats is a lasting mystery
From one obscure port to another
she finds her way
The captain and the chief are never sober
plays ten-cent poker
The captain signs the manifesto but takes
no interest, what's in the ship's hold
other than massive rats
when did the pair come onboard, was it
when they were young and wore uniforms
and had shiny black shoes inspected
the crew's fingernail on Saturdays?
Morning in La Plata
tomorrow I will go ashore in Buenos Aires
eat fresh meat and dance the tango.
Don't like the look of what's going on
seems to you something's wrong
the smell of corruption in the air
look around it's everywhere
can't place the feel of what's happening here
could it be something to fear
the sound of conniving on the wind
a warning call for all thin-skinned
so round and round and round we go
where it stops no one knows
it takes two to tango or so they say
but that was then not today
ask a question and they hand you
the same old automated two-step quango
one foot forward two steps back
while standing in quicksand
pose a query they'll sidestep the issue
and the matter at hand
giving you the light fandango
they'll look you in the eye and deny
it's all a web within a web
behind a web of total lies
"Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance" ~~ Mark Daniel Sanders / Tia M. Sillers ~~
Superseded thought waves not bothering with romance.
Why should I care now completely free, I am going to dance.
My cares are wild nymphs, escapees from worry no longer slaves.
Not bothering with romance, superseded thought waves
I am going to give my willpower a real fighting chance.
Blow my cares to the wind and be free, I am going to dance.
Whenever it’s my time, I’ll survive all this til my final hour.
A real fighting chance, I am going to give my willpower.
I won’t take a single moment for granted my health to enhance.
Carefree as a bird, you guessed it, I am going to dance.
Don’t tell me I am weak, I am strong, my feet well planted.
My health to enhance, I won’t take a single moment for granted.
Wonders happen I won’t believe the worst, In this enormous expanse,
The world revolves around faith, I have my share and I am going to dance,
As they bring in the verdict, I can’t say it will matter, it’ just the first.
In this enormous expanse, wonders happen, I won’t believe the worst.
I am light on my feet, I won’t sit this one out. I am absorbed in a trance,
Nothing can hurt me, I shall overcome, right now I am going to dance,
My word is survive, cant climb a mountain I will climb a hill, there’s no defeat
I won’t sit this one out I am absorbed in a trance, I am light on my feet.
Have you ever wondered what music animals dance to? Could you imagine doing the bop with a kangaroo?
You could tango with a lioness or you could do the fox trot with a giraffe in a dress?
Rock and roll with some bees in their hive all dancing to the Bee Gees, staying alive
A crocodile listening to classical music, wearing snake skin shoes, or maybe a hyena that is listening to the blues
You could meet a centipede in a pair of tight pants, throwing his leg in the air, listening to River dance.
Maybe there are some rabbits chilling with some soul, really getting in the mood in their rabbit hole
There might be a snake that seems to be getting longer only to be joined by other snakes to make up the conga
Now a bat might be high up in his roost, playing Black Sabbath. very loud just to give his ego a boost
Now an elephant just likes stomping around. He doesn’t know who it is. He just liked the music sound
I have heard of an animal who seems to favour punk but stays away from that crazy little skunk
So if animals like dancing to music and dance the night away, that could explain to me why my dog sleeps all day
He Knows Now The Lights Are Out
In his heart
despair runs,
it runs sad,
along her lost horizons,
rough seas,
swallowing him not.
Oh how he wished
on a lost chartered course,
brief with her,
for a better ride of fate.
For great pots of her mystery,
he drank,
hoping to get closer.
It turned out to be a mirage,
where he felt a nightmare,
prompting
him to drink more of it.
For sadly,
the sun never stretched,
the clouds never rained.
Blossoms poked in the dark,
shadow dancing!
Yes, ma'am,
shadow dancing they did.
Like a lonesome dove,
dancing and singing to deaf ears.
For sadly, now,
fields of love left untouched,
with his voice suppressed,
dying in the winds to nowhere.
Did he say
a tumbleweed got somewhere?
It matters.
And, oh, how he wished,
she not tangle the tango.
Or be baking his bacon.
Oh, how he wished she took him in.
And somehow he be coveted,
lost,
and maybe be found,
by her
in her rough seas
of lost ways.
How remote would that be?
A beacon blinking for him
just to say hi, and a cup of coffee.
connie pachecho
5/25/17
A coworker once warned me
"You'd better have a plan when you retire."
I half-joked, I was going to "turn lizard and sleep on a rock
and have the most spectacular weeds on the block."
Eventually I retired .... without a plan.
A rather reckless split-second decision.
I'd grown tired of the rats and the piper man.
Endless role-playing- shallow shop talk-the mundane tasks.
Halls filled with frog-mouthed back jabbers.
So, I walked away without a parade.
Like I'd done in high school decades before.
I tasted the illusion of freedom but was thoroughly clueless.
There was also the slow simmer of terror in my brain pan.
I retired without a plan.
40 hours/per is a large black hole to placate.
Goals are vague, a lounge in the shade of no urgency.
I've no sharp desire to tango with a society that's turned frantic and feral.
A hyper-rabid froth of mayhem and peril.
Time has turned into an amphetamine-popping entity.
While space is imploding and fragmenting.
My thinking is shallow, condensed without continuity.
I retired without a plan.
The months are blowing by.
Loves die, painting black holes where there once was light.
Acquaintances drifting away in nonchalant clusters.
I feel little desire to shock the world.
I sleep like a drunk infant.
Exhaustion is a treasured friend that stayed too long.
My hygiene has taken a big hit.
There are no company picnics to prim for.
I'm waddling around the last bends.
Paying hell's rent...a few months in advance.
I sleep on a rock bathed in blue light.
I retired without a plan, then turned into a lizard man.
Pardoned through the postmortem black
The green air like gas driving through
The dense flakes laid on my head.
My body lay heavy with the sunken Red Sea.
My clearness clear all eyes, I feel nothing now,
Not the vivacious flashes of a Summer Lady
Nor the rowdy screams of children at funerals.
My body lay cold, cold as a ferret’s nose,
I could hear it scream through pale October.
And all I remember in the weary twilight:
The seat belt clamped against my silent heart
My body threw itself from the vigor of metals,
Your hell widens to the flush of my form
And I felt my psyche evaporate in the clear air
Flashes of red and blue tango perfumery against the senseless black.
And all I remember in the weary twilight
Was a slim light calling my concealed name… I answered.
The red and blue steadily vanished in the blackness.
I watch my numb body lay flat on silver
Piecing together the weary twilight of red and blue
And shutting doors, though dead stiff, it was nothing new.
WAVE DANCER
In
the
stillness
the sun smiles
spanning wide her
golden yellow teeth
blowing wind is shadow quiet
she is waiting waiting waiting....
Waiting and feeling..
slowly the stillness trembles!
It is disturbed...
little waves begin to creep and crawl..
Unabash! She goes!
Brave and graceful to take the ride...
Daring and excited to play with the waves...
Up. Down. Left. and right sways...
A rollercoaster along the foamy surface of sea
She was not taken aback by what she lacks...
An arm bitten by a stark sharp shark long ago
Instead,
She pursues the waves
Fearless to stand - tango with the wave curves!
a ballerina with a surf board moving ahead..
ahead
ahead each tunnel wave...
balancing on side and top of the wave..
power hugging made by the currents..
mind blowing love affair with the tides!!!
her missing arm not forgotten
but
a precious welcoming history
in embracing the world
with her inspiring story
of not ever ever quitting!
of keeping the faith afire with each rough tough situation!
of trusting Gods' reasons and purposes to everything..
of making the most even when something is lacking!!!
a conqueror of weaknesses!
a wave dancer of water tides and beyond!
She is BETHANY HAMILTON!!
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Best free verse poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor SKAT A
~~~7th Place~~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
3:04 am, July 18, 2014
Beneath the sea of glistening stars,
Between the ethereal evening air,
Lies a forest of glowing dreams,
But as diverse and rich as they are,
None escape the same Moonbeam.
Under the lucent morning glow,
Roll waves of raving emotions,
Turbid fortunes and cruel woes,
The burning craving of billions,
Yet the same Sun illumes them all.
Princes, beggars and pretenders,
All dance their own tango with
Fortune’s jeering taunts and tantrums,
Each gambles to grapple with fate,
Yet upon the same soil they all tread.
The canopy of a grand old oak
Casts a wide and mighty shadow,
Ruffling with a myriad of leaves,
Adorned by blooming blossoms
That sprout in spring and wither in winter,
With branches amber in autumn,
Green in summer, and lean and bare
In Saturn’s season of barren frost.
Yet for all its lush richness, it still rests
Upon one abiding unchanging trunk.
So even as human affairs steer here and there,
And wander and meander like wetland streams,
The timeless source remains the same,
For all ripe fruits return to Buddha’s root.
https://purelandsutras.wordpress.com/2017/01/21/the-buddhas-masterplan/
Poem released into Public Domain
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain