DANCING BLIND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR
Bare footed on old linoleum floor
Tapestry music engage my ears (I hear the distance)
I see not but I’m placement mid-center
Of a space placed vivid vibrations flairs (I feel the emptiness)
I slowly spin around, I move to the music
Even in the darkness I’ve rhythm (I smell the panoramic)
My naked feet hear and feels the beat sweet
I can see n mine spirit I dance with the light
(I taste the air, I’ve inhaled, I sense the people stare) {I DANCE}
As my naked feet, legs, tortoise whole body sprite
moves as lighting-bugs in the night
Centered in movement dance steps bright
ViBrAtiOnS feels my steps are not sight
Dancing Without Sight
Smack in the middle
Of the road was a hawk.
Once the brakes were applied,
We just sat there to gawk.
It was standing astride
A dead squirrel, a meal
Which I guess to a hawk
Has a certain appeal.
Perhaps what it planned
Was to dig in and start,
But a bird of prey’s certainly
Cunning and smart.
So on seeing our car,
Talons did what they must
And that hawk flew away,
Leaving us in the dust.
We drove on to the store
To stock up on some food,
Glad that roadkill was not
On our list to include.
A donut requires a dunk
And a stone, sitting creekside, a plunk.
With the first, there’s a dip
And the second, a skip,
Both delightful as thoughts to have thunk.
The pretty campus damsel
Is on the rove this nigh night
She easily ropes in loaded men
As she gyrates her curvy bosom
Her Torrie's remind one of nivarna
And you can see Catalonia peaking
From the little black dress she wears
She undaunted that we are on campus
With girlies being on plentie Barbie rules
And ensnares with ease and natural charm
She's a beauty to behold and loves dances
On the dance floor she easily baits boys
Be they boys or men her nature easily snares
As long as you're pickups are loaded
You are enroute to this exiting encounter
Falcon heights are soars and shores you win
With her you will sure taste the allures of
Zamzam that beautiful city of beauty
Tasting what is the reserve of demigods
Hoping you are not eternally damned
For love is but a divine thing and sensual
Sensualized forbidden pleasures she wares
We are too far gone there’s no right and wrong
Nothing we do is purely good or bad
All our innocence has disintegrated
Our souls lost to the Abyss
But would you give me one last kiss
Middle of the dark night
New moon uncloaks the stars
My wife snores gently in bed
My border collies resting comfortably
The warm night entices me
I stand in the dark yard
The heavens are spread before me
A lone streetlamp glows in the distance
Its ghostly light a small beacon
Yet it does not disturb me
In the middle of the woods I sit
Becoming lost
The world for me no longer a hit
Pure Peace at no cost
Watching the gentle water flow
Completely still
I am happily hiding from the everyday show
On cool, quiet hill
A smile of soft joy creeps up on me
With Happy Thoughts of You
A familiar white dove peeps in the form of She
Totally alleviating my sudden feelings of blue
'It's Alright, My Dear Son
Mom Will AllWays Be Here
Put Your Right Hand To Your Heart
And I Will Heal You With The Warmth Of My Love
You Will Never Have To Worry
You Will Never Have To Be Afraid
For I Will ForEver Love You Till The Pain Goes Completely Away'
My tears now flow as the familiar white dove waves goodbye
I wave back with a now normal sadness as she flies back into the skies so high
Reality returns but the smile of soft joy does remain
I turn to slowly walk back towards reality....calmer and much more sane
Thank you, oh familiar white dove, for once again diffusing the bomb
Sweet Memories In Pink And Green Files Will AllWays Sweetly Saturate This Special Day......HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, DEAR SWEET MOM.....
I am full of the world to come,
full of the world that has passed.
If I leak words
It is because of the language
that has ruined my mind.
My tongue is unstable
it will weave a truth within a lie,
in this way a fool may appear wise.
I met a woman once
who had the same disability as I.
she could only wrap a lie within a truth.
We drank well together,
but I could not love her,
there can only be one poet
in my past and future worlds.
you are allowed to bring two items with you
and then you’ll leave forever
we’ll be back, that’s all they said before they left
night was underway, things were always underway
nothing seemed to start or end
every time was in the middle
but this night was pretty
when I found myself already there
looking up at a lightshow sky
the outside, my only companion
when movement emerged between the points
of far off pinpricks and patterns
then colour began and shapes shorty after
as the swirls and spirals drew closer
I don’t know exactly when the blackness
changed fully to tessellates of neon-like blocks
but amidst my threatening tremble
one landed too closely
it was all a bit too beautiful and mouth-dropping
even after all this time, a part of me is expecting
them to return as promised
even though I’m awake now
but so vivid was that night
I often wonder what two items I should choose
just in case
Weariness can settle into our lives
But praise be to God the Father who
Can show up right in the middle of dreariness
The Awaker is the Maker of Heaven and Earth
With Him all things are possible
He is the ‘Now’ God
We Bow to His Name right in the middle of dreariness
God shows up
To help, enlighten, solidify and support His people
Weariness can settle into our lives
But praise be to God the Father who
Can show up right in the middle of dreariness
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
sitting in deer stand
watching waiting to see deer
prance around the stand
In the middle of the night,
In the plush comfort of a place called home
I lay down with my parents by my side
I sleep with eyes wide open
Fixed on the white ceiling above
On the shadows cast by a dim bulb
In a way it reflects my mind, i think
Filled with white noise amidst black calm
In the middle of the night,
A solitary tear falls down my cheek
Silently, slowly, hesitantly
As if it is testing the darkness for the eye of an onlooker
I make no attempt to brush it off
For it is the middle of the night
And it is the only time i can let myself be.
There, I stood in the middle of Nowhere
Staring at a figure I thought I knew somewhere
Words lingered but sounds not dared
I and the figure a glance we shared
I felt my resolve weaken, my body sway
As she met my gaze, acknowledging in her own way
At first, she pretended not to care
Like a toddler, my heart was racing out of fear.
This trance continued playing on repeat
Her hands slips and landed on my lips
This session continued on a slow beat
I awoke bewildered, with a lingering heat.
In hindsight, it felt vivid, surreal,
Like the taste of an evening meal.
But like this poem's theme
It was all but a dream.
Have you ever been so lucky as to have seen
in the middle of the night
a kaleidoscope of butterflies? How beautiful the sight
of violets, blues, black on white
and the royal monarch’s hues.
If you should be so fortunate,
please go outside and let yourself believe
there’s music in the air as the rabble flutters.
Notice that the butterflies are dancing.
The moonbeams shining on them
can create a melody of sweet tranquility.
Listen very carefully; you can hear it.
Fling yourself into the night and join the throng.
If you let your imagination soar,
you too can be a butterfly twirling and swirling
in the middle of the night
when the butterflies dance to the moon’s song.
In The Middle Of The Night, When The Butterflies Dance To The Moon's Song
"At the mid of midnight butterflies upward dance, to reach for the moon for spiritual longevity." quote by poet
Lead-in to and conceal an amorous scene
In the middle of the night with the heaven’s light.
Wherein lies the encouraging butterflies
Into dance to the moon’s song in full sight.
Breeze pushing through full of laughter,
Tease in playful serenade shuttering leaves.
Seize in the shadows of flirtatious romance;
Tweeze their velvet wings, a coquettish grace receives.
11/19/2023
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