Long Tangoed Poems
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Melancholy days is all I see,
sadness has consumed me.
The light is has disappeared,
I dwell in nothing but grief.
living has become a routine.
Today I roam without direction,
I have no purpose I just exist.
when you left me my heart broke.
I died a little bit, it hurts to go on,
I see you walking away everyday.
I miss my dance partner very much,
as we tangoed between the sheets;
every day and night, I crave you.
When you left, I died a little inside.
I'm about to flat line, please save me.
Your kiss can cure my broken heart.
without you I die a little each second.
and I'm just a shell of my former self.
2-9-19
Contest: I Died A Little Inside
Sponsor: Silent One
You dear are my fascination
Exceeding my expectation
Thrilling me making my heart race
There’s something in the way you move
I love how you sway to my groove
With every step you match my pace
Waltz, rumba, salsa or tango
More delicious than a mango
Sexy wearing leather or lace
My fingers explore every line
More intoxicating than wine
The allure began with the chase
Yes it’s true you played hard to get
Not looking at me when we met
I was enamoured by your style
Your easy understated way
Tapping as the music would play
and a subtle hint of a smile
Eventually you took my hand
Moving to the sound of the band
Breathtaking moments last a while
In my arms you are meant to be
Being with you makes me feel free
floating above the earth a mile
your movement is a form of art
Everything is more colourful
since you tangoed into my heart
Written May 12th 2018. For Connor Lott’s Hutinashrow poetry contest. Challenging but fun. I hope I got it right.
Burlap and satin went to the dance
It was held at the old Fisher Barn
Burlap wore a fine Gunny sack
Adorned with a drawstring of yarn
Satin sported a shimmery weave
Trimmed with buttons of gold
The glossy attire was flawless
And was quite a sight to behold
Burlap took satin by the hand
And together they started to dance
When a stray strand of jute, caught satin’s suit
Burlap did not stand a chance.
Apologies followed
But the damage was done
Satins glossy ensemble
Had a permanent run.
Their dance quickly ended
Burlap was not Satins ilk
Burlap tangoed with Hemp
Satin went home with silk.
The moral of the story
And a material fact
Not all fabrics blend
Despite how they act
3/21/2018
It was her poise and grace
that set her apart;
a gentle rhythmic walk.
Soft velvet tones of
gracefulness as she talked.
Her voice danced as she spoke.
Her eyes glistened in animated
interest as she listened,
focused, undeviating from
the intense conversation
she was involved in.
Expressive, long-fingered hands.
Gesticulating with the ebb
and flow of torrid words.
Stopping only to smooth a
straying hair back to perfection.
Interjection of soft salsa
verbal rocking, picking up
the tempo to tangoed crescendo,
waltzing in three time,
quick stepping to conversational conclusion.
As she stood to leave,
long legs unravelled, rising
to pose in balletic stance,
her bar a chair back, a smile,
a graceful backward glance....
Drifting on a cloud of chiffon
she floats away. Willowy limbs
carrying her noiselessly,
stunning her audience as heads
all crane to admire her as she leaves.
Always a dancer. Her life her stage.
Carefully choreographed.
Her earthly progress mapped
in song and dance on every page
of score and libretto....
Disciplined.
Majestic movement from head
to tiny tapped toe.
Always a dancer.
Applaud her as she goes.
Lying under the dynamic heart
of ancient theological reflection
is experience,
as is true of any resonant theology
of ecological relationships
between resonant feelings
and resilient energies;
Experience
and ecological reflection about
compassionate
spiritually-felt communion,
touch
sensations
pressures
and plunges
of win/win universal relationships.
A theological term
for this heightened
and deepened
and widened cooperative
contemplative management
and ownership
and mutual becoming together
sacred experience
is "transubstantiation"
Of exterior wine
as also interior blood shared,
Of natural bread
as also spiritual embodiment,
Of Yang health energy
as also Yin wealth
of win/win light flow
between
and among visualized
smelled
tasted
felt
shared sensory chakras,
Of exterior nature
as also interior spirit,
Of secular bipolar experience
and ecological reflection,
as also sacred dipolar transposition,
co-empathic
bilateral
both/and compassion,
and theological/ecological
spiritual/natural energy
for co-embodied healthy contemplation
Of outside being
as also inside becoming
compassionate win/win communion
sacredly together
urgently needed,
and climatically wanted
even more than co-emergently needed
seeded,
co-invested
much more than segregated apart,
antagonistically win/lose co-divested.
Transubstantiation of health care communion
empowerment politics,
Love overwhelming
economically unenlightened win/lose competitions
for more prevention of future
individualistic
anthropocentric
nationalistic pathologies.
Transubstantiation,
like communion,
like deliciously tangoed dance,
the ultimate win/win
therapeutic
ego/eco-political experience;
resonant Right
resilient Left.
They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped
Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness once again!
Ive come to claim my lost respect
My place so quick forgotten was
So Zeroed out of ten
Twelve steps from cursed enslavement
Danced to music uncontained
Toi-toi in lone detachment
Side stepping their allure
And tangoed with enticement
And cha-cha'd with no cure
Then dropping over hurdles
Burning through those barricades
All over all these obstacles
So help me God I try to change
No longer need prescription
Still sometimes do I crave
Unshackled is your prisoner
Dispossession freed this slave
There is something about that -ism
A mystery by name
Other than recovery
Benign this deathly game
Be it known that happy healing
Doubles, behind the curtains of shame
She rubbed him up the right way,
made him moo like an oboe,
piped him up high like a piccolo.
She was finger food for his body.
Post the passion dance
his heart began to tick like a time-bomb.
His blood tangoed in the dark,
looped the loop like a bi-plane.
Then he went off
in the middle of the night, alone.
Called her in the morning, hands shaking
from after-tremors:
Begged her to do that thing
that she did to him, that move
that made his libido tremolo like a fat lady.
Her voice was cool, distant,
she complained that her bed had collapsed,
that her cat was clinging to the ceiling
and would not come down,
so he could just keep
his 'big bang' to himself.
Later he went nuclear.
Shooting sighs and moans we fired last night still glows
As tangoed silhouetted shadows hungered love dancing
Peeping breeze outside match our whispers and calls flow
Desiring to dip and sway like leaves our top wanting
Our hands and lips pastel strokes to light brushes show
Two bared torso's touching amidst silken sheets warmed
Daring palms to fingertips send fevers upon hungry hips
Heartbeats stomps and thumps like bass drums stormed
Thrusts and pumps to nerves draw carousels of round trips
Stirring sweats to trail slow on curves adorned
Sweet scented heart lips in nonstop loving caress
As tempos rising aplenty voice fusion fueled cries
Torso's now blossom blessed by their loving impress
Gyration waves ebb after reaching heavenly skies
Legs twine, breaths calm, sated souls fall finesse
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 17.14pm, May 24, 2015
Wedding wines - rather champagne shines
and bubbly breakout of blushing bride.
Groom with giant heart, gracious, grateful - grips
her hand with his handsome wholeness. Helps
his lovely lady into limousine, longing for her lips.
Laps leaping, longing, leaving the crowd’s “so long!”
Cans chiming cheers. Crowd chuckles at car’s rear.
“Honeymoon here we come!” Coreen casts a shameless
glance at Glen. His green anticipation, Gable-debonair.
Goosebumps and gorgeous view - grand peaks
of her bosom buddies, brimming with lace and brouhaha.
His eyes - riveting, reveling, robust, ruddy and willing.
~
Throbbing thirst, thistles ‘neath terrycloth, while he waits.
Anticipation hurts - artfully, agonizingly. Her appearance
in nascent negligée, nearly naughty, nearly a no-no,
but not, for they’ve tied the knot and into a knot they go.
Get’m tiger! Tongues tangoed, trip to Timbuktu, tipsy
and top-see and no toodaloo - a forever frou-frou.
Silk surrender, sliding, suspend her, satisfaction in space.
Stirring, sipping, inhabiting each other, sensational and sweet.
9/2/2022
Anniversary Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
It was summer and I was too young to ever have been in love
I heard a Disney-like song that intrigued me.
I listened to it over and over again.
It was charming and uplifting in a whimsical way
with chirpy joyful sounds of a synthesizer in the background.
As candlelight flames would dance on through the evening
I’d imagine the jitterbug and shimmy
as they whirled and they twirled
and they tangoed ~ a couple so happy to be in love
Floating like the heavens above.
And it made me wonder about being in love
and about someday kissing someone who would tickle my fancy.
I knew I was on the verge of growing up, I had my life ahead of me
and how undoubtedly those kisses would lead to my becoming a missus.
Good or bad. I wondered about my future listening to Muskrat Love.
AP: 1st place 2022