Holding His Own
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
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Categories:
moonwalk, appreciation, art, poetry,
Form: Limerick
Moonwalk Poetry
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
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Categories:
moonwalk, funny, me, me,
Form: Couplet
A Silky Moonwalk
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
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Categories:
moonwalk, fantasy, passion,
Form: Rondeau
The First Moonwalk
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
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Categories:
moonwalk, historyhistory,
Form: Couplet
Moonwalk With Me
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
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Categories:
moonwalk, life
Form: Free verse
Moonwalk
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
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Categories:
moonwalk, hope, life, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Alliteration