MIGHTY DAVID PRAISED AND DANCED BEFORE GOD (SAMUEL 6:14-16)
Mighty David praised and danced before God
David was a high stepper
A toe tapper
Man did He love God
Mighty David praised and danced before God
Mighty David praised and danced before God
And David danced before the Lord
And David danced before the Lord
Step, step O’ Hallelujah
Step, step O’ Hallelujah
Wearing His priestly garment;
David brought up shouts of joy
As he praised and dance
The people of Israel join in dance
Singing Hallelujah
Leaping and dancing before the Lord
David blessed the people
Fed them tween dances bread, cakes of dates and raisins
He just kept on praising
David danced before God
7/7/25
Written words & music by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
From “I CRY OUT TO YOU”
We used to go shopping, you and I.
Dressing room privacy, Mom corner-facing
Then turn, you turn, front and back,
A view from every side.
Ooos and ahs . . .
So pretty, Mom’s pretty daughter.
What fun we had, you and I,
When we used to go shopping.
“Put this one in the MAYBE pile,” you said,
“But, oh, it’s so pretty,” said I.
“Does it make my butt look big?”
“Not at all,” I replied.
“Oh, crap! I’ll have to pass on it then.”
Giggle Giggle Chuckle
There was room for Laughter,
Room for Fun,
Before HEALTH turned her back on you.
And egg shells filled the space between you and me,
I’ve never been a careful stepper.
It’s best, I’m told, if I stay out of the nest.
But once upon a time
In the not so distant past
We enjoyed retail excursions
My beautiful daughter and I
When we used to go shopping.
~ Judy Bausch
Mushroom bunny was a high stepper for sure
She was dancing a Celtic jig, and it was so pure
I loved her instantly, glad she chose to be my friend.
We were besties for a season, until her bitter end.
Talk of the barnyard today were Daisy Debbie and Darlene
Three piglets whose mother is rarely and not often seen.
They are as sociable as she is elusive, shy, hidden and quiet.
That she is the mother of these piglets is truly a riot!
They must take after their daddy, observed the cow and horse.
They are spiffy and jiffy, dancing and prancing, usually off course.
Their snorting is loud, and they make themselves known.
They are as loud as a 747 who is being crankily flown.
Daisy, Debbie and Darlene, take after their grandma Sow.
She was a showgirl, a high stepper, that sow was a wow!
Three piglets in the barnyard who keep us all on our toes.
Where they will end up is anyone's guess, said the goat named Boze.
Grandpa raised me to listen to the whisper of grace, tracing out miracles on the edge of my faith… by poet
~~~
Grandpa had hair like salt and pepper
His hands were old and wrinkled from time
As was his face – creased, not in his prime
Once upon a time, he’d been a high stepper
Grandpa knew about the old days and ways
And he looked almost ancient to my young mind
The thing that always struck me was he was kind
Gave from his heart, everything, even his praise
Grandpa loved me like no other possibly could
He welcomed me to his house with an open heart
He made me feel as if I was nothing but good
Thought I was so fully alive my joy would start
Giving back to the world - a love that withstood
The test of time and assured hope I would impart
~~~
The Petrarchan sonnet, perfected by the Italian poet Petrarch, divides the 14 lines into two sections: an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA, and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDECDE.
Majestic flight sweeps up from lobby sprawl
Mattress padding pink carpet creeps corners
Bannisters ornate in century's old discussions
Omit disclosure of grim history above
Uniform scuff tread flat railed staircase
Stretches ominously into third level dim
Each step taken fades from life the stepper
Cobwebs claim frames of dust dampened portraits
Compressing is staircase from dingy third
Wide shouldered folk hunch, tunnel encroaching
Trapdoor top is a shock to wood tread traveller
Rejoicing of stiffened hinges, solitary sound
Huddled roofspace floods intrepid with doom
Heanous endings leach from panelled attic walls
Slivers of snowdust rays showcase eye sockets
Emptied in skulls committed to fourth floor torture
6th September 2020
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
To jitterbug and jive, perhaps to feel alive;
Dreaming that I too could dance as well as you;
Strutting to a tango in Chichicastenango
Touring a veranda edged with jacaranda.
Four eyes eagerly dancing; engagingly entrancing
Above paired swaying hips and rippling tender lips.
When the musical combo broke into a mambo
Our hearts began drumming to a secret thrumming.
We did a conch horn conga on the isle of Rarotonga
Balalaika strumming, we tried romancing as we were sabre dancing
I waltzed you like a rube along the Blue Danube
And when we danced the line, I kicked my boots up just fine.
But when I awoke, I knew my dancing was a joke;
Just a stutter stepper or a sneezer inhaling pepper.
2/24/2019
I am a high stepper a total stimulator of the human mind.
You see me in my drag and you don’t like me like that.
I take a step further and switch my a**,
Human capital is money in the bag.
Political forum is effervescent.
Vibrant alive is the environment.
People are shouting from all angles and the boomerangs are swinging back
and forth.
Vivacious is the audience.
Flimflamming is part of it.
This is when the audience just loves it.
The significance of all is the genuineness of the performance.
A Poetry Diva format has formed.
A forum to explore that is poetically platform.
Come on home to the entertainment world.
Or, just say you adore Poetry Diva.
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Penned on May 31, 2014!
Up early in the morning and off to the gym
Determined once again to get myself slim
The place is full of tight butts and flat abs
How long I'll last here is still up for grabs
I sweat through weights and cardio stuff
After about 30 minutes I had quite enough
There's one more machine that has my name
The stair-stepper always put me to shame
I climb to no-where, my legs giving out
I hate this sucker-Id almost rather be stout
Once again I leave feeling quite depressed
People love this stuff? oh surely you jest....
To move forward in blindness
plane to plane
to whistle the winded tune
of inspir'd stride
wreckage maintained
coldly
plane to
p l a n e
whirled at the side-stepper in violence
violness
vileness
busy in his own self-sight
is man,
earth's foot upon his chest.
< Peter ~ Piper ~ picked ~ pickled .... peppers
Ate ~ one ~ turned ~ into ~ hot ~ salsa ... stepper
Cherry ~ Banana ~ .... Bell
Boy - his - tongue - throat - did ... swell
Couldn't ~ even ~ yell ~ at ~ packs ... prepper
Entry For
Destroyer {Poet's }
Pickles & Tickles Contest
G.L. All
Come on come on everybody bounce bounce bounce with me
I am a hot stepper can't nobody hold me down so set me free
Everbody Jam Jam upon sugar hill
let your step be on a maximun overdrive skill
Quit Quit crying in the rain
Po folks downing purpil pills with cheap champagne
Seen my girl on T.V
looking starry eyed and a little dizzy dizzy
Come on Come on let's keep it up
let the whole world keep filling our cup
Rumble rumble in the jungle
let this magic wand not let you stumble
This ghetto love got to get it
Westside Eastside let's see it fit
For your going to fly now
like a sweet escape electric salsa fowl
No more football on T.V.
hit the streets a dance you shall see
Got to get one more time
try and keep up with this rhythm and rhyme
Hate it or love it I'm going to be alright
just stay with me just one more night
If ya getting down
I'll be there to wipe that frown
Don't cry tonight
Mr. Wendle luv you better with your runaway fiddle
So here we go once again
dancing and grooving
to a life on the streets spin
The power lines stretch across the sky
moonlight makes a shadowed place uninviting
as a blinking street light
has trouble making up it's mind
what's a daydream called if it's late at night
apart but we're currently immersed in
the atmosphere of a city breathing it's vibe
I'll meet you there
if you'll remember the same place the same time
and looking above us
the power lines
stretch across the sky