Short Deux Poems
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In the delightful dancing
turns the gentleman in wiggles
making the lady slides
at the ball
magnificent
pas de deux!
ensemble !
NEVER ENOUGH TIME TO GET TO KNOW SOMEONE
NEVER ENOUGH TIME TO LET THEM KNOW HOW MUCH
YOU CARE
LOOK BEYOND EACH TOMMORROW
SHOW SOMEONE THAT YOU CARE
deux haikus for you : )
5-7-5
someone who insists
that they are interesting
certainly isn’t
7-7-3
people offended by words
have never been confronted
with action
he grew a conscience and no longer stares ~ now she asks if he don’t care
so he peeps through her keyhole just to be fair ~ human nature’s laid bare
By
David Kavanagh
When you get to my old age of eighty-two
You and your doctor, dance a pas de deux
An entrée, an adagio
Dance like two buffaloes
Quite a pretty sight, worth a spleen or two
Lonesome breeze
on the wrong track
wont my babe come back
Ole Railway on a smouldering tack
Maybe she's on the wrong train
When is she coming back
What am I to do
with my chagrin baby
aloft in the mayfair air
Two dancers in sync
We were made for each other
But you're sick with the drink
Twisting and turning
Our steps I do trace
I am locked here alone
In this stoic embrace.
17.04.09
Composed for Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Open Poetry Contest 2
Stomped by intruding and invasive breed,
Foul footprint of this year is a misdeed -
Two weighty boots with heavy tread
Stirred quite a lot of dirt and dread.
COVID and DONALD just will not concede!
November 23, 2020
I Sharpen the Blade of the Spirit, Sun Born by the Fire
I AM Solar Rexus, the Soul Grail Quantifier
Ascending Skyward the Fruits are Prolific
Wings Wide, Light is the Religion
A Blazing Crown, I'm the Empyreal Genesis
Rexque Futurus, The Ethereal Legend
Pas de deux of hearts;
Reaching for her hand
he bows with such grace;
An enthralled smile asks
‘May I have this dance?’
Dressed to mingle,
to twist and shout;
Balanced breathing,
a profound pulse;
Heat rises
with a touch
on her back,
Just one
finger
slides.
Folie à Deux
stirred not at all
like a wilderness of dreams
or tremulous glimpses
of awakening
the world is
mighty but solemn
invoking traitors
into the ocean
of lucidity
bitterly trembling
we're motionless
rudderless
but not artless at least
and we sigh
and sigh
and sigh once more
Pale daughters
don't stoke the familial fireside
they wait patiently for the darkness
toting their time
They are not the ones
to hang around freckles smiles
instead they tell quaint jokes
Children call them defilment
their painted smiles tell a different story
lying in bed with their spectacles on.
How you moved through me like music
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
You shared the secrets of your trick,
how you moved through me like music.
Expert hands that know when to pick,
thin notes lie in a chord that’s tight.
How you moved through me like music
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
A
Baby
Cries,
Demanding,
Emphatic,
Forming,
Growing,
Having
Intelligence,
Joy,
Kindness,
Love.
Mounting
Neuroses,
Outrageous
Propaganda,
Quickly
Remove
Simple
Truth,
Unleashing
Violence-
Wanton,
Xenophobic.
Youthquake
Zeitgeist!
February 25, 2020
Abecedarian Contest
Caren Krutsinger, sponsor
Invested was what seemed like infinity
There I was peering at such iconic symbolism
Indefinite filaments of unprecedented passion ascend
I battle to suppress said ardor though perpetually it heightens
Each time her face shall surface in the sanctuary that comprises my reveries
Sacrificed I am to perish within her sexy, inviting aroma
That illustrates my voracious carnality
All our Love's vicissitudes,
Our amorous, glamorous attitudes
Two Hearts pounding, the grand resounding
With sincerest gratitude
In Perfect Passion, ardor action,
Paramours enraptured fashion
To you devoted, the walls have folded
I lose myself in your attraction...
Everything I have given you,
My Heart, my Soul, my Pas de Deux
Together forever, this sweet endeavor,
Until at last we say adieu
You've seen the sunlight
now you mask your pride
Friends tell you where to go
Keep on a straight line
peaceful shades of green
strides past you
There's a commuter strip demur
back to cover hes read his Daily Mail
the burglued fox languishes
Making sense of the passing years
Lost in a wherewithal
Is it time to change ?
to purify your soul
or cry to the wind?
I am mad about you
You have caused windstorms that inhabit my mind
I can not discern truth from lies because to do so would make me sober
It is in the telling of the wine and my drunken heart
I do not possess the presence of mind and find it laborious to be present
You have done this
You are a love thief and i am a mere begger
I have chosen madness over reason
I am enslaved and a willing devote
hoardings of shops on the isle of ridiculousness
the feral pigeons pontificate
the leaking roof of the civic theatre stays
you've seen better days
you've blundered into desperation
bankrupted twice
and now you're turning the middle
of town into millionaires row
ill afforded by the minions
even our local Market is shrinking
an ebb tide of the municipality
Westfield as vexing as a fox in chase
The Central library feels lobotomised
is it part privatised?
90 Floors up.
Lazy just another day at work
But now is my time.
But together with her for lunch
No time to ask why.
My lovely dreamt of beautiful girl
From the blue sky a death.
Given time I will give her everything
Everything now but as dust.
Such dreams and plans I have for tomorrow
Dedicated to the lost in New York 2001
Form:
~Pas de Deux~
There are those
Whose thoughts and words
Throw open the shuttered windows
Of our minds,
Illuminating the dormant corners of
Hazy complacency and stagnant dustlight
With sunlit ideas,
Concepts free flowing and abundant,
Dancing and floating
Brightly through the narrow
Slit of ordinary vision in
A cerebral Pas de Deux
A mental tour en l''air
That grows our consciousness and
Nourishes our souls.
They are the precious. . .
They are the few . . .
A brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
Still the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
They lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece