A pocket full of air
And the wind in my hair
Laughter in my brain
And a brolly in the rain
A basket full of yum
Comfy jeans on my bum
Some words that are kind
And a song in my mind
A drink from a clear stream
And the future of a dream
A dance in my feet
Up a tree lined street
The songs of a bird
Sweet music to be heard
An unforgettable tune
Under bright silver moon
A poets stirring words
Sends you flying with the birds
The waving of old trees
Scented meandering breeze
A laugh with some friends
A story that never ends
To be held in loving arms
With their unique charms
A warm fire from a spark
Pushing back the icy dark
All of it worth living for
But still we try to keep score
We're here for such a short time
Fill your life with a happy rhyme
(Ode to innocent and Charming Youth)
They dance beyond the neon glare,
With headphones on and braided hair.
They quote their queen in every song-
Ah,these Swifties can do no wrong!
They turn heartbreak into melody,
And pain into pure poetry.
Where the cynics live,they still belong,
The faithful ones who sing along.
They trade their fears for lyric lines,
In glitter,truth,and valentines.
They dream of worlds where love is strong-
Yes, these Swifties can do no wrong
When elders frown and pundits sigh,
They lift their banners to the sky:
'' Its cool to feel,to care,to long-
To cry,forgive,and still stay strong''.
And if tomorrow turn to storm,
They'll write again,they'll still perform.
Hope is their stage,their lifelong song-
Bless the Swifties-they can do no wrong
Dancologist needed here
fix these up
From the Desk of D.B. Alcuna
frowarded to the Dance Department
Groove Center
Slide in your slide
catch the groove and Grind
let the music play
aint no nevermind
watch the dancer groove
smeeze: bust a move
bouncing all around
shimmy ya'll gone doo
I know you like the song
I see you boop and Prance
all i wanna know;is can I watch you jam
Dance: Dance;Dance
Woah Renegade
twirl move that you made
gyrate;oh go behave
let me see you Dance
let me see you Dance
I see can Groove
I seen you drop a move
I like it when that song
make that Phat thang move
Dance
dance
dance
gone and Dance
ya'll wanna
Dance:
Dance:
Dance
Gone and Dance
Samba,
Salsa,
Flamenco,
or groovin slow
when the song is over
holla back for more
I wanna see you Dance
I wanna watch that Phat Thang Move
watch drop it down
moving to the groove
dance
dance
dance
gone and dance
Swagg Prance
Groove and Bounce
shake your groovey Thang
shake it all about
Dance:
Dance;
Dance
Go on and dance
the Fiddler played and sang a tune
all the while the sun became moon
Sir Frog was dancing
and sometimes prancing
but then the music died too soon
“Fiddler,” cried Frog, “why do you stop?
I’m still in mindful mood to hop!”
Fiddler said, “Sir Frog,
bring me honey grog
and I’ll play the night till you drop!”
Who sings more, the birds or me?
From home to stage, from tree to cage
Take my pay, while the birds sing for free
That, no one, except GOD can change.
Who rocks more, the birds or me?
Two legs alone, is it the birds or i?
My steps, high or low, thousands can see
But birds, rocks, only when they fly.
I know, I sing for the world
But the birds sings for God.
Well still the birds and I
Sometimes we look alike
Though I can't fly
But I can, when my songs strikes.
A flower blooms beauty in the prime of spring
Dances as a dainty ballerina in the amorous air
Enters many enthralled hearts that solely sing
For her to dance to their tune with luring flair.
To her sensuous surrealist world she takes them
Their minds floating mesmerized in ecstatic air
Adulation plucks the flower from the drying stem
Youth wilts with passing years, she does not care.
Time plays with her lonely life the unkind game
She falls from the heights of admiration and grace
Gnawing apathy, an infliction she could not tame
Arc light fades as obscurity pervades to embrace.
Flower of her gleaming youth flashes on her face
She dances to the flitting rhythm of her swan song
Blaze of the last dance makes the stage a fireplace
She burns the affliction that agonized her for so long.
__________________
April 12, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
When His wind excites the leaves
Light and shadow go dancing
When His wind on water weaves
Light flicks around - tapdancing
His wind dried up the Red Sea
To silence Pharaoh's hot air
Israel crossed over free
Their song - instead of despair
He breathed life into a child
Who danced before Him as king
The Davidic king compiled
Worship songs - for us to sing
His wind-driven chaff is wild
He scatters His enemies
His rebuke returns it - mild
His wind provides remedies
Breathe on me, Holy Spirit
For I must be born again
The singing - I can hear it
I am dancing from within
Sing loud like an asian cuckoo
Join crows in crew
Let's all mingle
By our jingles
Dance gracefully like the peacocks
Dump mental blocks
Get set your soul
Let's rock and roll
Glide alike the feathers in wild
Treat problems mild
For it's just fair
To smile with tear
July 24 2021
For the contest " 12 lines in rhyme " by Joseph May
The Conductor
David J Walker
The low rumbling voice
Of the locomotive reminded me
Of my time traveling days from this to
Another place
another time
In space
That would become Mine as well
Where the young sang
Love songs in romance
Languages unknown
In this today
The engineer poet played his prose
On his whistle in echoed harmonies
on the landscape
While trees danced to the tune in the
Midnight rambling concert
In the moonscape
I have been the passenger
I have been the
Engineer
I have been the conductor
On the passage to portholes
Both far and near
And now
I am content to listen to
The train pass
Knowing at last
Where it is going
It’s echo in the distance
Clear
Though the wind comes from the far north,
whips your cheeks, ruffles your wet clothes,
so you cower shoulders to ears
within your coat, warm coat, safe coat,
take heart from sea fresh oxygen
and your blood surging strong, alive.
Yes, live, take spatter on forehead
cold snaking finds wool clothes blocking.
Trees wave, feet can find splash and crash
ducks always find a wet wallow.
So can you. Imagine a beach
refuge with solar heat ablaze.
Soon tulips dance, daffodils bow
violets bob, obey the call
to primal needs of nature's walk.
There's homage in a walk, step, beat,
song in rainfall, heat in home hearth.
Upon return, stamp freeze from toes.
Your nerves settle down with rain song.
Sing rain song while fire blooms cheeks.
#4, 9/11/2018
I’m standing out at midnight
Waiting for you under the stars
Pacing back and forth
Waiting for your beautiful eyes
I’m praying that we’ll dance in the moonlight
But I’ll be crying if you leave me alone tonight
Cause it’s a night like this
That I really need your kiss
And I know I never wanna miss a night with you
I see the wonder of your heart
And all your beauty inside
Being with you makes me feel like I can fly
And I know you’re the only reason why
I cant help but wonder what you see in me
Without you what would I be
I love you more than you know
You can always make me high when I’m low
I’m praying that we’ll dance in the moonlight
But I’ll be crying if you leave me alone tonight
Cause it’s a night like this
That I really need your kiss
And I know I never wanna miss a night with you
It’s another morning,
Daddy is running late.
Trying to get to his job,
trying to get out of the gate.
On the radio,
A song was playing through.
His 5 year daughter danced,
to Koby Keith’s “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue.
As she danced,
Daddy searched for his car keys.,
He came upon a cute little smile,
an innocent face that said ”Daddy dance with me”
He looked at his sweet daughter,
the center of his world.
He picked her up,
and danced with his baby girl.
3 minutes later the song was done,
There was a hug and a kiss.
A big beautiful smile,
and a memory that was not missed.
Another morning,
Daddy is running late.
Don’t be in such a hurry,
to get out of the gate.
For life is too short,
Never take time away from a child ever.
Because to a 5 year little girl.
A 3 minute dance with daddy will last forever.
Gold Digger
now I'm not saying she's a gold digger
but her hands are in my pants pants pants
and I'm thinking as far as I can figure
she's not asking me to dance dance dance
cause the only tune I can hear playing
is the one that's in my head head head
and she's not skinny but she keeps saying
honey I need some bread bread bread
only last week she was begging me
she's needing cash for her sister sister sister
in my pocket once again you see
surprised her hand isn't one blister blister blister
I tell her go away you fool
you're not coning me this time time time
then she cries saying I'm not cool
the way you treat me is a crime crime crime
that's a lie and you know it honey
I give you everything you need need need
but all you seem to want is my money
I'm not a turnip and I bleed bleed bleed
so I'm not saying she's a gold digger
but her hands are always in my pants pants pants
and I'm thinking as far as I can figure
she's still not asking me to dance dance dance
Gomer LePoet....
*** In the style of the oldies :)
Dance with me among the stars tonight
And hold me tight.
When we touch and when I kiss your lips
It feels so right.
Every word you say to me is like a song of spring,
And with you I will forever sing.
Even when the winter’s cold embrace
Touches your face,
I will make you warm inside and
I’ll be by your side
No one in this crazy world is more in love than I,
You’re the star I’ve searched for in the sky.
So, dance with me under the stars tonight,
Dance with me lets make this moment right,
Sing to me your lovely song of spring
And with you I will forever sing,
And with you I will forever sing.
Thought I can’t foretell of things to be
But you’re with me.
And this moment’s where I want to be
And tenderly
I hold every kiss and every touch and sound,
Thank you love - for it is love I found.
So, dance with me under the stars tonight,
Dance with me and make this moment right,
Sing to me your lovely song of spring
And with you I will forever sing,
And for you I will forever sing.
~*~
12.07.2009
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You have pushed me to fall in love
That’s why now I cry and you laugh
Baby please hold my hand, pull me up
You know what? You are my love’s world cup
Baby, please sing this song, dance with me
Baby don’t kiss my ass though it’s free
Baby, please sing this song, dance with me.
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