Sometimes we take a turn with others in the dance club.
It’s fun and friendly but when it’s over - you know it.
He stepped on my foot
and I winced in pain
he’d stepped on my foot
and then he did it again
That's the danger in dancing
a slow dance - being too snug
his hands on your back
and you're pinned like a bug
I should wear combat boots
when cutting a rug
with guys I'm not sure of
I’d finally had enough
The last guy ended our dance
by adding a hug - I don’t know,
a bit extra, but I went with the flow
Why am I sweating in strange men’s arms?
Then again, what exactly is the harm?
The social oddity of public touching,
of course, is that if we weren’t dancing,
would I even stand close to them?
p.s.
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A song for this:
I'll Call You Mine by girl in red
August by No Vacation
(In Paris in 1904, Lily - deserted wife
of composer Claude Debussy - recounts
her suicide attempt among the statues.)
What do you do?
I couldn't bring myself
to write a "you're untrue"
type letter. It wouldn't do.
They're coming
back from Jersey now,
he and his fat old woman.
What did I do?
How did I let him down?
I would take him back
in a heartbeat,
despite this indiscreet
and ugly business,
the talk of the town.
What did I lack?
Next Wednesday marks five.
If I'm still alive,
I'll pass it alone.
He's got his old crone.
How did it come to this?
How did I miss?
He begged me
to be his wife.
If not, he'd take his life.
What does anything mean?
I didn't have a plan.
Just insupportable pain.
I wandered about in the rain,
nursing the revolver in my purse.
I passed the Madeleine
and Strasbourg, in black,
and knew I wasn't going back.
Between the Obelisk and Brest
I held the damn thing
to my chest.
The rest's a blur.
I woke up here in the Hotel Dieu.
They said it's lodged,
the lump of lead,
behind my heart.
It has to stay there.
Far too near
a vertebra to operate.
At any rate,
I'll wear his souvenir
until I'm dead.
Glenn Hughes sings to women. Here are just a few he’s wooed…
- Sofia
- Arianna
- Medusa
- Roxanne
- Angela
- Blue Jade
- Sista Jane
- Jolayne
- Jackie
- Madeleine
- Gabi
- Allyson
Glenn romances them and sings from the heart!
Oh there is so much love.
Would Poke Than Provoke Until Broke
had heard when they poke
potential was to provoke
would do until broke
we read about Jobe
was wild when he wore a robe
earing in each lobe
(in room had a globe)
had been cynical
when war was political
am hysterical
often obsequious
he had been called hibiscus
presumed promiscuous
would wear uniform
which always did keep him warm
protect in a storm
found dog in his lap
around would slap and slap
in brain was a gap
he had an instinct
when it did become distinct
in certain precinct
when we heard compline
knew Jesus was always fine
glad that He is mine
we were paddling
when we first met Madeleine
her horse saddling
was a perfect host
paperback did cost the most
he would brag and boast
(Admiral Stavrides)
over eggs would flip
had looked like a sinking ship
when we got a grip
spring is in the air
at singing birds sit and stare
scared away by big bear
Sleeping beauty has reawakened, and it is springtime again,
So like the younger days, when you skipped with Madeleine.
Purple hyacinths and daffodils, are fragrant in the meadows,
And the bush near the house, is colored with burgundy rose!
Wild hyacinths and dewy daffodils, usher in the sassy season,
Giving secret joy to many hearts, within the blooming region.
Birds sing in chartreuse fields, from morning until glitzy night,
When a day's flamenco dancers, are the rapture of moonlight!
Written on 4/24/2022
For: Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Late trailblazing top American diplomat, Madeleine Albright
Possessed a steely resolve and was exceptionally bright
Political giant and the first female U.S. Secretary of State
Czech-born, she was but a shiny spoke on the wheel of fate
Date written: 03/26/2022
Wrinkle
Wending through time's wrinkle
With a wink and a smile
Warped and slightly askew
Wandering rabbit holes
Winds blow just off-kilter
Wardrobe, witch and lion
Whimsical fantasies
Dedicated to C.S. Lewis, Madeleine L'Engle and Lewis Carroll
5-10-21
Contest Pleiades W
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
M-arvelous
A-uthor
D-elights
E-vent's
L-ady
E-mploying
I-nspiring
N-ote's
E-xcellent
C-onnotation
O-nce
N-oble
C-omposer
E-xecutes
P-oem
C-rafted
I-n
O-ne
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Madeleine Concepcion (December 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
(after Charles Baudelaire)
Around me hurled and roared Place Madeleine:
and you were tall and svelte, in funeral dress,
majestic in your grief. One deft caress
set your hem dancing. And I knew it then.
Such elegance! Those legs, so statue-like!
I drank you, like a furious alcoholic:
that brow of yours, where tempests breed and frolic!
The sweetness which enchants, before it strikes!
A lightning flash ... then night. Elusive beauty
who, with one look, gave me my life anew,
will we not meet again in all eternity?
Elsewhere? Far off? Too late? Let's face it, never.
I lost you in the crowd. The thread was severed.
I really could have loved you. And you knew.
It was my evening, that's
For sure -
"Its your aura"
For sure -
At last I'm good
At something.
"Spot the Equity card!"
"When are you going
To be a superstar?"
Said Sarah.
That seemed to be
The question
On everyone's lips.
At last, at last, at last
I'm good at something.
And so the party...Zoe
Called me...I listened
To her problems;
References
To my innocent face.
Linda said:
"Sally seems elusive
But is in fact,
Accessible;
You're the opposite -
You give to everyone
But are incapable
Of giving in particular."
Madeleine was comparing me
To June Miller;
Descriptions by Nin:
"She does not dare
To be herself..."
Everything I'd always
Wanted to be, I now am.
"...She lives
On the reflections
Of herself in the eyes
Of others...
There is no June
To grasp and know."
I kept getting up to dance
Sally said: "I'm afraid;
You're inscrutable;
You're not just
Blase
Are you?"
I spoke
Of the spells of calm,
And the hysterical
Reactions,
Psychic exhaustion,
Then anxious elation.
"Gallant Festivities was based on two pages of informal journal notes dating from 1982-'83, although all names have been changed.)
Once there was a man called sweet Christmas
took a vow to get married by one Christmas
fell in love with Madeleine balloon
who was already with Santa moon
bloody could anyone ditch Santa by Christmas!
Written on 05-11-2013 for the contest “Getting married at Christmas” by Shadow Hamilton.
My last request is
Lethal Injection of good
La Madeleine soup
Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum
Heh Heh That's all there is Folks!
Your turn "write last line!"
My love, I cherish
Your words
Your thoughts
Your soft lips
My love
I cherish the walks
The soft winds of fall
le jardin, L'eau
The flowers in bloom
The cafes and cloudy skies
Madeleine, columns of the past
Your eyes, holding on, to the last
The streets so vibrant, your touch at my side
And as we stroll along life's garden paths
Your soul sings in silence
Paris at last
Wicked
She can play any game
Better that all the boys
When they lose she high fives
And like to make some noise
She’s always the first choice
To be on your team
And when they win
She likes to go for ice cream
And she’s just a regular girl
Not confined to her femininity
She’s just as wicked
As all the boys can be
She’s just one of the guys
Down in second street
But she’s still so glamorous
Everybody would love to meet
Little time in front the mirror
She’s out side of the box
Likes the old karate shows
With a guy call the silver fox
And every Sundays nights
They go to the Hindi movies
She is a pretty sight to see
But wicked as the boys can be
Going to the bush
Picking fruits
Sliding down the mud
In a big rubber boots
Following the boys
And climbing up a tree
She can be as wicked
As any boy can be
Down in second street ste. Madeleine
We grow up with one just like she
Her name was Jennifer badree
And she was wicked as the boys can be
Depression..
you still have me baby, to talk to!
stand tall and suck in the air,
i've been on the bridge at 3am,
thought it might hurt if i fell down there,
reef ya self up by the bootstraps,
stay with johnson the looni-tic, yeah...
thanks Madeleine
Don Johnson
p.d. , reef ya self up by the boot straps...
our riding boots had cuban heels and little loops to put ya fingers in,
to pull em on, they had elastic sides,
so they was good for riding and looked good too 4 dancing
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