Short Pas 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 !
Drama-Free Final
I'm from here,
you are from there...
let's not separate anymore!
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
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
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.
Don’t forget
I tried and did
My best
I gave it all
And more
Don’t forget
When you
See my picture
That this man
Lived ten lives
Took the pain
Of ten men
But felt the
Love of none
Don’t forget
I was just
a man
Of flesh
And sin
Foibles
And Faux pas
Don’t forget
This man
Was your
Dad
The Pope Trips
Humble
Stumble
The Pope Drops His Ferula
Humble
Fumble
The Pope Gets Caught in His Robes
Divine
Decline
Copyright, August 18, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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
If you go away
you tear my heart from my breast
and tears drip from my opened chest.
Come back to me
remember the love we shared
and life can be restored once more unbared.
Not a word,
not a single tear
as you step away.
Leave me then,
slip into the darkness of night
and let me be.
Nina Simone
Feeling indescribable
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Q7w7gk1JhQ
Pardon me sir, but did you not just break wind?
Pardon me sir, but don't you feel a bit chagrined?
Pardon me sir, but I deem your faux pas mighty gross!
Pardon me sir, but you've left me feeling a bit morose!
Pardon me sir, but on this bus we don't enjoy your sop!
Pardon me sir, may I suggest you de-bus at the next stop!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Poetess Darkly's "Pardon Me, Did You Just..." Contest
~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 . . .
Starmer when said 'return of sausages',
He just meant safe return of hostages.
Yet, in this world of words
Where actions are rare birds,
Gaffes rule, tongues slip with faux passages!
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Happenings |32.09.2024| humour, political, words
Poet’s note: The UK Prime Minister Starmer called for the return of sausages, which soon went viral. Sure, he meant hostages. But in this world of words and words and little action, what else can be expected?