Short Tarantella Poems

                  10/31/2023

“ O Sole Mio”, the accordionist plays.

 Your feet snuggle mine,in a Chianti, misted haze.

 The perfect place forus to become engraved!
  
  A little, shiny, dance floor, where we did the Tarantella.

  Those sensuous eyes,I, your forever, enchanted Bella!


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Sundrops dapple umbrageous trees 
strewing uncut diamonds, littering the path
with ambient flickers of what lies beyond.

Sundrops freckle ocean's surface
accenting the ripples that pattern the waves,
nuzzling playful kisses toward the warm beach.

Sundrops seduce the wayward wind
pirouetting with the aphids blissful dance,
a frenzied tarantella across my lips....

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Dancing lesson number one:
don't step on her foot or shoe
when you're out having fun
in a sport that's best for two.

When two and two double up,
I think you should have four.   
and that's the time, I tell you, yup,
square dance, you must explore. 

When four doubles into eight,
and the music speeds up faster,
do the tarantella with your date, 
winding up in a big-a disaster....

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I drift by, an open window
Faintly I see a candle glow
I hear the music's happy cry
An open window, I drift by

I linger there, to hear the beat
The urge to dance grabs at my feet
A bit of  fun for me to share
To hear the beat, I linger there

A moments pleasure, in our days
Perhaps the tarantella plays
A small thing but such a treasure 
In our days, a moments pleasure



Fore Andrea's contest....

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Poetry is not a beat to everyone to understand 
Its not a beat to anyone’s ears 
Not a rhythm to somebody’s tarantella 
Neither a ringtone to anyone’s pad

Some will doze off 
Some will ridicule 
Some will insult
Others will walk out with passion

Only the deep eared
largely brained 
Only those with taste
Passion to listen
thirsty of knowledge
Only them will get the poetry orgasm 
Tears will wash away their naivety
Only those with a poetic eye...

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My heart in motion 
palpitates a wild tarantella, 
resonates vibrant valves 
and grieves for you, 
my choosing. 

Then juiced on devotion, 
elevates a blue umbrella, 
supplicates and salves, 
in letting go, 
fears losing. 

The reversal of motion 
integrates calming distance, 
initiates fast retreat, 
this failing heart 
lest I forget it. 

No more to cry an ocean, 
abdicates my once insistence, 
resuscitate a love so sweet 
become my life, 
and not regret it....

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