They sway to a waltz in each others arms
inhaling the scent of their partners charms
In passionate moves upon the dance floor
to gentle romantic musical score.
‘Twas her first taste of an amorous dance
they had only just met by happen chance
She blushed crimson as their hearts beat as one
beneath the glitter ball her brown eyes shone.
The music faded as he kissed her hand
then softly whispered he thought she was grand
And said if she was to be here next week
he would be sweeping her right off her feet.
She was walking on air on the way home
reliving the dance in the moonlight roam
Sweet special moments in time to treasure
that will live on in her heart forever.
In the beginning, we played musical parts
singing the script with free-spirited hearts
Adlibbing lines without rehearsing a word.
As absurd as it sounds, quite profound
that our threads were a woven tapestry
without eyes meeting and voices never heard.
We danced, swaying like palms in the wind
Our dance steps were always in sync.
We were Fred and Ginger,
turquoise and silver... p b and j
until the day the music stopped...
In the realm where light and dark merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and hellacious nightmares converge,
we found ourselves worlds apart.
Our Utopian haven had been storm tossed
and left us swirling on a dystopian plain,
a deserted land where painful silence rules
for those who played the game of fools.
For days I've been hearing piano notes
that seem to float from memory's core.
A chance encounter, a phone call,
familiar lyrics to a musical score...
a romance rekindled?
His music once filled my head,
but I don't dance to his songs anymore.
There's never a happy ending
when nothing is left to be said.
There's no point lingering in thoughts
over a broken heart when it's mending.
If I had six extra fingers, I could do more
Paint a picture while writing a musical score
On each hand there would be an additional three
I could type six poems while sketching my tree
I could play the piano much better than most
Could wave to my uncle, ignoring that he is a ghost
Six extra fingers would be such a great plus
I could easily enjoy them, without any fuss.
Postcard perfect- a picturesque town
Where the locals come to wind down
A hidden gem, a park of simplesse
An oasis, heavenly, it's beauty bequests
An art form to behold, a sculpture; nature's showpiece
Serene and tranquil in the heart of the city
A stream lined with a plethora of trees
Every color showcased upon their leaves
A vast variety, Each the opposite from the last
No comparison, within it's contrast
Harmoniously standing together
A strength against stormy weather
Surrounded by majestic abodes
So grand, each and all, becoming stories told
A backdrop- regal mountains- not seen before
Only Nature could compose such a musical score
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Pacific Ocean is fiercely melodic and turquoise tonight
Her waves flowing as a ribbon, like a musical score
I stare into the horizon, seeing full moon work her magic
She is the conductor, orchestrating the tempo of the sea
Spellbinding place where rainbow water flows
Frogspawn and tadpoles such enormous change
Arcadian forest where pixie dust blows
All creatures are welcome no one estranged.
Twilight is magical what will happen?
Atmosphere filled with dire baritone croak
Whispering rustle, low-lying bracken
Fae folk appear under red velvet cloak.
Fireflies lighting wonderful oasis
Elderly toad croaks musical score
Pompous owl tries to intimidate
Proud of position he is the law.
Beetles scurrying they are so anxious
Happy invitation it's party time
Cantankerous bees prickly as cactus
Covered in honey they buzz "all mine".
Terrapin plays music on his bassoon
Boisterous sound that creatures adore
Leprechaun baked magical mushroom
Mesmeric food eaten they all chant more!
Pixabay image by Sandra_Schoen
Holly did not communicate with people in a social way.
They interested her in almost no capacity, but cows fascinated her.
She decorated her room with cows, and she studied all their breeds.
This is how her parents learned to communicate with her.
Is this a dairy cow? Holly would scoff at their questions.
That is a Charolais, she would tell them, using her monotone voice.
What color is the Black Angus? She had no tolerance for this.
She did not understand teasing or a sense of humor.
The oldest recorded cow was forty-eight, right?
You know she was, and her name was Big Bertha.
When did she die? Sepember 29th, 1993.
Holly grew up knowing all kinds of facts about cows.
She knew the difference between Belted Galloways
and Wisconsin dairy cows.
Cows have panoramic vision, she would state matter-of-factly.
They can see almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees.
She invented many machines that aided in milking cows.
An improved milking machine with a gentle touch.
And she invented a musical score that helped them relax to milk.
Her genius was well-known in the Midwest, she knew her cows.
Please take a moment to pick a nice space
a position to plant both of your feet
now dig your little toes into this place
a journey we go, a memory treat.
Passing storms would embellish air and ground
tornadoes hurricanes and even more
gifting the area with wondrous sound
challenging the best musical score.
Openness may not have always been here
perhaps lush forests where animals swayed
even dinosaurs when earth's growth became weird
what remains the same in twilight, night and day?
But today your space is at resting peace,
nature's freedom temporarily ceased!
Monday, October 25, 2021
They claim that both my spouse and I snore.
Following the meal, there is a musical score.
Written: September 25, 2021
YOUR BEST RHYMING COUPLET Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
It’s not your lies
I can’t take
I can fashion those
making them
into a bouquet
of plastic or
better yet
fake flowers
it’s the fact that
you take me
for someone easy
with emotions
to be plucked
like strings
on a jazz bass
and used for chords
in your grand
musical score
Whit Howland © 2019
“What is there to say? They are my friends. I would do it again, over and over — for I hate cruelty and intolerance.” Oskar Schlinder
LOST IN A SEA OF WAR
daringly intrepid,
dazzlingly, dizzily
protecting the poor,
the unarmed, the kids,
those lost in a sea
of war — Schindler
and his musical score,
outscoring the hate
that seemingly won’t abate
but for God steps into
the shoes of man
Kim Rodrigues © 2019
there are
astronomical
possabilaties
in numerology
tarot biblical
verses time
zones and
who knows
as they go
on and on
depending
on your
point of
reference
perhaps for
i was thinking
more along
the lines of a
musical score
for tempo's time
tells me
if a tango
i'd surely dip
you as if fondue
in cheese
with clenched
teeth swallowing
your intended rose
so i rise
realizing
that this
is 3/4
waltz time
may i ask
you if i
could
step
on
your
toes
It’s time said the faerie queen.
Sh! Don’t wake anyone else.
We were in the meadow,
Asleep in a heap of puppies.
I had to disengage myself out from under one’s paw.
The dog groaned and rolled over,
Back to sleep in seconds thanks to the sleeping potion.
The faerie queen was bigger than I imagined.
If you share this with anyone, your life will be ruined, she cautioned.
Don’t worry, I told her. Nobody knows, nor will they.
We flew to the rainbow, I was under her wing,
Just a little mite of a spec of a thing at the time.
Marvelous colors greeted us and gave us a musical score
Constructed magnificently enough for angels to weep.
I felt pure happiness as Blue turned into Indigo and Violet.
You did want to see, right? The faerie queen asked.
I nodded my head, happier than I have ever been.
Souls of the sweet ones were fast asleep, waiting their turn.
This is where the angels get them ready for transport, the faerie queen said.
We sat in awe, watching them sleep, feeling rainbow love,
An awe without words, a feeling of pure God-like love.
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in your embrace
Songwriters: Joel Houston / Matt Crocker / Salomon Lighthelm
Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) lyrics © Capitol Christian Music Group
SO MANY
when the whispers in your ear...
the daggers hurt
crackling of fire that’s never put out
like the ocean from shore to shore
always a bit more
follow the bouncing dot
through the musical score
you can’t keep up anymore
as you catch your breath
and hit your knees
with tremendous force
close your eyes
fold your hands
and begin
the prayers for them
so many of them
so many close
you can’t keep up
but HE can
7/25/2019
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