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DREAM HELPERS
In my dreams, tonight I will dance like crazy...
All around me, things getting sparkly and hazy.
Doing ecstatic rumbas, sambas, tangos~
Maybe a tall, iced drink with a fresh mango?
How about me in a long,turquoise sequined gown?
Such a fantasy,including of course, a sexy,and
handsomest Brazilian man in town!
Mi Corazon, in the diamond moonlight,
I will kiss your soft,strong yet loving hands!
In the Brazilian distance, the soft sound of a samba band!
Good Night,
Pangie xxxx
July 29, 2020
10pm PST
8-16 Lines of Fall Splendor – 9-12-23
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Storms of Fall Splendor
Whirlwinds of splendor jitterbug in back streets,
Autumn’s song breathes in a blizzard of umber,
Downpours of vermillion create flushed retreats
Crimson cloudbursts, impetuous as thunder.
Tempests magenta scuttle on winding roads
While squalls of cerise in warm copper whorls twirl
Gusts of red garnet blow across the crossroads
And, like gales of laughter, orange giggles swirl.
Russet storm winds blow in dazzling fandangos
Auburn firestorms spin in scarlet enchantment
Ethereal fogs spin gusts of gold tangos
Flurries of sunlight – autumnal event.
Showers of glory chant in mistrals of red
Twisters of ruby across fields and moraines
Outbursts of amber, maroon brouhahas spread,
On waiting roads, sidewalks, avenues and lanes.
Ah King Kane.. you’ve done it again
Heavenly humility hums on a simply higher plane..
Angelic ability strums..curious necks studious crane
Classical charms forever waver but won’t wistfully wane
Professorial textbook tutorials..clever rhapsodies of restrain
Classy but never brassy..balletic lullabies of lyrical refrain
Dizzying dedication..insane..education.. epiphanies explain how to train
Eureka seeker...aurora explorer..yielded iconic pedagogic logic..
Willow wielded wonders sprinkled with sparkle…
Heroic champagne campaign shielded possible debacle..
Kane stoic no pretence…venerates poetic defence…purringly prophetic
Guiles..wiles.. bewitch…bamboozling composure..silky smooth aesthetic
Was it just a jest…Smithy did suggest …Kane’s last ever test
No more communions…timber timbre tickles..more highlights than Bucks Fizz reunions
Elan fans wish…our Lord of the Rings on the pitch across the ditch.. baggy green disdain
Stratospheric.. slayed & flayed by a Sorcerer’s blade
Precision magician…traditional technician
Mesmeric mercurial master…history made
The last post gong sounds like a love song
Ah Captain Kane you’ve only gone and done it again
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GO ! BELOVED MAN ~ go c r e a t e
YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
see these children in my embracing protection
I will send them when you are ready
we float flying together confidently
but now you must L E A V E, descend
our forefingers are disengaging, a pattern paternal, forever humanity will remember this gesture, TWO IN ONE, a HOLDING
and LETTING go, sign of
GRACEFUL DIVINE INSTRUCTION
I birth your progeny, birthing ALL WORLDS
this teen your son says : “BE not afraid”
he becomes angry
as you lounge hesitant, question or plead
impatient to elevate what you will manifest
but wait he must ~ ONLY I control TIME
I s t r e t c h Y O U, SON
I O P E N S K Y in the eternal Now
immersing myself in my creations
then letting them GO
this is NO FALL call it ART ~ MY COMMAND FOR YOU IS RISE then F ~ L~ Y
You are my CHOSEN
EYES to eyes
THE TIME IS NOW
recline no more in cloud beauty
endurance is your hallmark
ferocity tangos with LOVE
I will not forsake you
you will soar on my winds
they will carry your shapely limbs
ready groin will create at my bidding
your elegant strong fingers caressing
Question not MY IMAGE
man of man, woman of woman
curved ears hear, wide nostrils breathe life
Heart pumping into infinity
food will flow from hair to toe tip
ACT and RELAX, written into bodily constitution
Forever MICHELANGELO, Sculptor
humble Genius I saLute you, My own Creation
Son of Marbled Art
Yours sincerely, GOD
It was a nice romance, she loved to dance
to the music's beat, but I had two left feet
The circumstance made us take a chance
And we enrolled for ballroom lessons.. (sweet)
I gave it a try and by and by
I began gliding across the floor
My confidence was high
I learnt tango, cha-cha, and many more
We practiced still when we were home
The Christmas Ball was near
These steps we honed for the ballrooms dome
To prepare for this elegant affair
In tux and gown we left the house
To the Ballroom we did go
Where others gathered with their spouse's
To glide to rhythms flow
The Ballroom grandeur was something to behold
With lofty ceilings, and decorations ornate
Perhaps to match the dancing that would unfold
My nervous feet couldn't wait
In rhythmic grooves we made the moves
In motions to and fro
To cha- cha steps, latin flavors flowed
The rumba wooed, as rhapsody behooved
We slid with grace to tangos pace
As I held her close to me
Our hearts raced, our souls embraced
As we became one with the melody
The Ballroom dance was such delight
As we dipped and twirled in movements quick
To trip the light fantastic
A waltz came on, we danced it slow
But it was late and we had to go
But we could have danced all night
Moonlight tango
It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel, the steam rising from the cobblestone street, here in La Boca barrio*. This is where it all began over a hundred years ago, and you can still see pictures of tangos faded heroes of yesteryear hanging on the walls.
The tango hall was packed with caballeros* in their suits and suspenders, and the damas* dressed in their red dresses, and stiletto heels. Still feels like the roaring 20's fedora hats and all! With a glance, and a flick of his baton, the orchestra leader motions to the bandoneon* player to begin, and so he starts dum dum dum, dum dum, dum dum dum.
The men tilt their fedoras slightly to one side, and stride ever so elegantly across the hall to pick their partner, and together they glide over the black and white checkered marble tile dance floor. The moonlight filters through the skylights, illuminating the smokey haze, that permeates the Milonga* hall.
The dancers have their gazes fixed on each other, and they move and glide to the incessant syncopated rhythm of the bandoneon. The violins and cellos join in with their plucking sound matching the tempo of 2-4 time. The dancers are dancing chest to chest, and then cheek to cheek, moving and gyrating, in time to the beat. As the tempo picks up the pace, arms and legs entwine, and then separate and entwine again. Spinning and twirling, strutting and whirling, they dance into a frenzy, at a frenetic speed, all the while staring with a look of love, (or at least of passionate desire) and what else would you expect to see dancing the moonlight tango?
* La Boca barrio- downtown neighborhood where tango was born
*Caballero(s)-gentleman(men)
*Damas- Ladies
*Milonga- tango dance hall
*Bandoneon- Small accordion style instrument.
John Derek Hamilton
February 07,2017
MUSIC IN THE LISTENING LAB
Notes! Notes of music
Bouncing
Off of walls – off of chairs
Off of ceilings and off the floors
Running down the hall in half steps
Flooding every inch of space
In atonal tangos - rhythms searching for their time.
Notes! Notes of music
Bumping
Up against each other
Up against the lines of scores
Vibrating tension pushing hard
Against a measured tempo -
Shrilling to be heard - only now to lose their pitch.
Notes! Notes of music
Crawling over one another
Trying to find harmony
Trying to discard the dissonance
Jamming in, losing sight of their rest,
They squeeze into the space -
With no resolution, unseen voices in a crowd.
Notes! Notes of music
Tripping over downbeats
Tripping over cadence
Falling flat upon their sharps
Phrasing key notes rise again
In soaring sound tracks arranged in one accord.
N/A 3/21/20
Orphan - Outcast
Orphan – outcast –
Cast out on a cold night
Looks through crystal windows
At a gala –
Shut out with a
Stamp of banish
Crimson mark
Pizzicatos of dishonor
Dancing in stains
From
Music’s lyrics
Waltz rhythms
Tangos tintinnabulations;
Now a phantom – but a clarion –
Haunting footprints of inspiration
To slip past spirits – an apparition –
Shadow wraith, always known,
Till midnight’s magic carillon
Summons back orphan ghost,
Still living,
Join this ball –
Samba, tango, rock and roll -
Hand of invitation
Join again royal rollicking.
7-26 -20
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest - Lipogram No _'s
I lingered at loves' door
Lips waiting for a kiss or two
A brush of passion
A whisp of warmth
As many lovers do
The first was quite dull
Fumbly digits all like thumbs
And when it came to kissing
A mouth equipped with a serpents
Tongue nimble agile and erotic
Flickering across my eyes , my lips,
The nape of my neck beastly he was.
The second was tall a voice that any
Woman would pride herself as the
Victor for his serenade prowess
But his beastly nose,dripped, his large
Ears flapped very much like a tiny pigs
And the hair on his chest was about
Four inches long I could have combed it
Collected it and knitted slippers with it.
Number three awe, he was a ballroom dancer
Nimble, thighs and buttocks firm , strong
Thoughts of a snake wrapping its prey came to
Mind when I looked at his legs.
He could spin his partner, toss her up catch her
Throw her and gently dip her and kiss her with
His deepest hungry oceanic green eyes.
Not a hair on his body. Muscular, nimble.
A gentle quiet , yet the most sensual erotic man
I had ever seen. His confidence and gestures
Were such a tease to be so closely paired to a
Zeus in a mans body I loved him the best.
Although he always wore a mask. The allure
If the unknowing. I could only see the eyes.
He barely spoke a word. His body movements
Intertwined with mine. Tangos, waltzes, ballroom
Dances or simply barefoot romps under the moonlight
We synced in every line, gesture,nothing went
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Words paint a universe where music is more than background—it’s atmosphere, gravity, and the stardust we breathe/ Here is a poem inspired by space jazz/
Space Jazz: A Dreamy Meditation
Chillin’ on Saturn station, vinyl spinning in zero-g, where the bassline tangos with distant moons and snares spark across nebulae/
Dave Brubeck drifts through airlocks, his 5/4 beat time waltz echoing as bone and starship trade places—beep bop, high orbit, a cosmic groove/
Weed-sweet notes swirl with city lights, lo-fi dust catching the glow of a suburban sunrise, where beats are meteors crashing softly into dawn/
Production geniuses, unseen, build galaxies from sampled fragments—space and jazz, nu soul and neon, downtempo dreams blooming in the vacuum of silence/
To listen is to travel without leaving your chair: fireflies flicker between cymbals, a chilled mode of existence where every track is a little more oxygen for the lovesick, the tired, the hopeful, the lost/
Dope ass mix—wonderful vibe—the universe keeps rollin’, and so do we.