Michael Jackson is so well known
Prince of Pop sits on a throne
Moonwalk his game
His claim to fame
White glove holding his own
Let me disclose some top secrets
till date unknown I can sure bet.
First man in moon was not Armstrong
it was just me,History tells wrong.
I was first to do the Moonwalk
which brings Jackson later goodluck.
Jackson called me well in advance
so that I could teach him this dance.
In fact it was me who transformed
Moonwalk to a good,classy dance form.
Don't you think that with Jackson's fame
world should attach my little name?
You may wonder what I do now---
"Moonwalk Poetry"--Let me tell how.
Take my poems,read them just once
see the words doing that dance!
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Contest:Ridiculous Self Exaggerations
Sponsor:Susan Burch
Her bare shoulder
red silky strap's open secret
her bare shoulder
sensuous silk's silent wonder
opens up fantasies' floodgate
moonwalk from anklet to bracelet
her bare shoulder
© 2011 kashinath karmakar
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Placement:4th;(Sept.2011)
By:kashinath karmakar (13th Sept.2011)
Contest:Weave a Rondelet
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
It is nine thirty pm, Houston time,
on July twenty, nineteen sixty nine.
Armstrong is the first to wriggle
out of a square hole in the Eagle.
He moves a camera into position
so the world can follow his mission.
“One small step for man, he chimed,
…….one giant leap for mankind.”
Aldrin, now out, joined in recitation,
“beautiful, magnificent desolation”.
While on earth six hundred million watch
a flag planted in dirt too hard to scratch.
Awake many hours, back inside to rest…
too cold to sleep but they did their best.
Soon the command module would align,
a new chapter in history they would design.
Heroes for ever among a mortal throng,
astronauts Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong.
© 08 Jan 2011 Charles Henderson
For Carolyn’s and James' History contest
Glide and slide
and let it rest
we're all just guessing
doing our best.
Leave it be
dance your way on
this glorious journey.
Live and let live
loving all who pass
for it won't matter
when the sand fills the glass.
Just like you,
I wish I knew
all about Great Mystery but,
I haven't a clue.
Everyone wonders
what will there be
or will there be a be
but this dance is so grand
I don't know if I can stand
to know, so ...
come moonwalk with me.
Suddeny it was all new
A new solitude
A new silence
A new emptiness
As if from a nightmare, I jerk awake
Where are all those I'd cared to call my friends?
Where's the meanin I'd cared to find in life?
What's come of those dreams, those endless dreams, that used to mar my very sleep?
New realms swim beckonin before my eyes
A light stroll , I decided, will take off the strangeness a li'l
Through the vast expanse, somethin suddenly began to emerge familiar
(Maybe this verve was mine, beyond reckonin,
Maybe silence n solitude were playmates i had forsaken?)
N yes, up above n shinin, was the moon..
So far away.
N yet,
never cross enough to despise me for more than a night.
It was autumn come a-calling..
The august autumn of another anonymous soul
And as i walked along, so did she
In step
Abreast
One with me.
N silence found a new meaning,
in the newfound infatuation between us.
My love wasn wasted.
Not any more.