It hung on all summer
Enjoying the balmy breeze
It soaked up the rain
and felt so much at ease
Summer was coming to an end
Soon it would be time to go
It would join the trend
and sail away as the winds blow
A gust of wind came by
It lost its grip and started to fly
It pirouetted as it came down
Landing gently on the ground
Demons in Heaven whispered of excitement,
Excitement in the hearts of men with craving,
Craving to fragment the ties of families,
Families torn apart, yet silence within.
Within the galleries where cherubs cry,
Cry for the households men aborted to keep,
Keep was broken, yet peace was found,
Found in the ashes that covered the ground.
Ground where the demons pirouetted with style,
Style in the decay of each sacred place,
Place of destruction, yet calm would upsurge,
Upsurge of odd harmony under crushed firmaments.
Poem by N. Mugisho
My dancing days are through
I danced the tune for all that it was worth
I pirouetted on through life
Smiled for the audience
Twas then I took my final bow ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
There's sadness in falling leaves, but beauty
in the carpet they lay at our feet.
~ by poet
I walked across a trestle bridge cloaked in scarlet leaves
They had whirled and pirouetted as if little ballerinas
dancing in Autumn's wind at the end of their season
How bravely they continued until bowing on the bridge
Not a sound did they make, weaving around each other
Looking on were their bare branches, nakedly chagrinned
She walked along the narrow path.
Along the side of the lonely stream.
Her golden hair was wet
and stuck haphazardly to her face.
That face that was so tanned
fruit of summer swimming
in the lake nearby.
Her hands were cupped,
one over the other.
It's a present for you, said she.
I wondered what she hid.
She smiled and pirouetted
lively on the wet, dewy grass.
She made as if to turn back,
then stuck out her tongue.
Get your present, she taunted.
I was slightly irritated
but decided to comply.
Slowly, she pleaded
and opened her hand.
Out jumped a small green frog
and sprang into the stream.
She laughed, a melody of joy.
And I? I felt I was
In a whirlwind of mad emotions.
Was I like the frog?
Was I a prisoner of her love?
Only to escape when she let go?
How childish she was!
I looked deep in her green eyes,
So full of innocent joy.
I smiled, then kissed her deep;
Then, hand in hand
we turned back home.
The cow took a chance, pirouetted and pranced
to the ancient tune..
Her body sagged and one foot snagged and she
tripped on the tip of the moon..
Farmers found her at the trough.
Dogs danced in circles,
Roosters meowed.
Crows began cawing at quarter to five.
The locals were astounded the cow had survived..
The people now swear she has special powers.
A farmer sells her cottage cheese as most
her milk has soured.
Once upon a moon in a faraway dreamland,
Pirouetted a young girl, like a swan so grand.
She walked and smiled through life in grace,
the world too soon felt her emerald embrace.
For she was the regal queen of healing hearts ,
her blue eyes, like swirling stars, never departs,
she wore sapphires, carrying ocean deep emotions,
served light and kindness through selfless devotions.
In a valley that lacked empathy and love,
she unfurled her invisible feathers of dove,
enveloping grieving spheres with her flawless glow,
as her voice painted sparkling rivers that flow.
She stood strong for her children, hid her demons in silence,
the wind carries her royal fragrance from seas of France,
Who would have thought that her final resting place,
would be a hollow tunnel, trailing her roseate trace?
She will always live on, even in death, her candlelit song lingers,
in darkness her silhouette strolls, touching frail fingers,
reminding them to rise amidst a hail of hate,
although skies drizzle tears of regrets upon her heaven’s gate.
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
They were vibrant women,
whose voices vibrated in the vicinity.
Their squabbles were X-rated.
Profanity pirouetted nude in their expressions.
They fought for the rights,
though with obscene tongues.
Their ways were bitter
but beneficial like neem.
Even their glances could burn away
some virulent teen trends.
They were spunky,
kept snakehead-vigil on their surroundings.
For livelihood,
they gathered black oysters resembling them.
There were precious harvest songs
in their mind-albums.
As the sea,
they too had a serene face.
Their romance wasn’t a red rose blooming,
but a buffalo ploughing the field,
leaving behind clods of ecstasy.
They caned and scolded their children,
who grew strong in mind and body.
Now noxious things thrive
in the silence left by them.
First published in Native Skin, and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
She was a quintessential dancer on fire
The audience was leaping with her
Cobalt blues swirled in my head with each leap
She was an honest dancer with spirit
Bronze skin shimmering
Taunt muscles at the ready, I was a dancer!
She was a story-telling actress
Goldenrod glistened on her brow
Peach dancing shoes pirouetted prettily
I tasted lemon and raspberry as she twirled
Trying to follow her around the stage
Feeling colorful, beautiful and young again myself.
Oh man, oh stupid moron twerp,
how could you be so bigoted and intolerant?
For I too saw her every blessed night
dancing in the glade, a youthful dance,
moon rays shining through dark boughs,
as she pirouetted, unshod and skimpily dressed,
deep in the dark green forest,
where no song birds trilled.
She delighted in her freedom,
she asked no one for help,
her food was all that she could find,
from the hedges and the trees.
Wild apples, uncultivated mushrooms,
yummy blackberries, cranberries and hazelnuts,
all depending on the season.
And although emaciated, she was strong,
dancing to the moon, in a silent interlude.
Until some idiot decided she was mad,
others agreed, and in an asylum she was sent:
Only to die. Oh stupid feathered brained man!
I found a chateau lawn once, teeming with charm
A MAZE it was, growing cluttered yet it had an air
Of much lushness TURNING the space into a hued mantle;
Where PATHS of herbage, bluebells, camellias sashayed
Like a vintage GARDEN set on cobblestone and ivy WALL.
Touches of grass here... firs, and jasmines there bloomed
Like shabby elegance which was never designed--
On the aisle, a SINUOUS bend led me to a wishing well
Creating a playful mood for birdsongs' rhythmic trills,
While dragonflies wheeled in pirouetted flight
That I, LOST in this finery recalled springtime glee
When my cousins' roguish play of hide-and-seek,
Mirrored their frolic, TWISTING reeling among weeds:
O reminisces gushed of colored florets TRAPPED
Within their scratched arms made me dream again,
About a youth's lawn which held me enthralled...
This wondrous PUZZLE of discovery I now keep, on my mind!
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Dancing goodness filled each corner of her heart
She was a ballerina today and it was marvelous for sure!
She twirled and pirouetted and loved every movement
Enjoying her glittery lace up slippers as much as any girl could
I am a dancer! She squealed to her daddy who had come to watch
He saw her mother in her, and he smiled, loving her even more
Which until this second he had not thought possible
The night before Christmas,excitement was high
As starry-eyed children gazed up to the sky.
Soft snow pirouetted then vanished below
To silent applause from the moon’s lambent glow.
And voices in unison rang through the earth
Proclaiming the news of the Saviour’s birth;
A gift of great price from the Father above
wrapped humbly but offered with infinite love.
27.11.19
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