One step back, two steps forward,
Swing around and do the dance,
Keep it fast, a little awkward
A whole world audience to entrance.
Now you've got them captivated
Up the tempo, raise the heat,
Some may need to be sedated
As they wither from your beat.
Hearts loud-pounding, foreheads thumping,
Gasping air among the shouts,
Doomsayers bleating, markets jumping,
Second guessing, full of doubts.
Quite the showman, what a show,
Media breathless wanting more,
Fans elated, bask in tow,
Others crowing, keeping score.
Just the start, watch him work,
Revelations by the day,
Not all true, surprises lurk,
Act with haste, keep foes at bay.
As for us enthralled spectators
Barely able to keep track,
Cajoled and pressed by paid narrators,
Every week a heart attack.
If we can but drown the chatter,
Keep a cool head, crack a smile,
Train our thoughts to things that matter,
Take the long view, wait a while.
Let the music work its magic,
His gyrations entertain,
Learn that life need not be tragic,
See the sunshine through the rain.
RAI 5/25
Sister Moonlight in your glass slippers
Come dance with me amongst the stars
We'll Pirouette by both the Dippers
And do the Waltz in front of Mars
Let's Swing around each constellation
Then Two-Step watching new stars born
We'll Hip Hop with no hesitation
And do the Tango till the morn
Oh Sister Moonlight hear my song
Reflecting all my words of love
We can sleep in peace all day long
Then dance amongst the stars above
The dust whirls up and settles down
The ashes are doing the same
Well dressed in silver gray and brown
Ashes and dust aren’t to blame
A fleck of dust meets a fleck of ash
They do the waltz and bossa-nova
Be it broad daylight or a dark night
They swing around over and over
Then someone turns to another one:
“What bearings it has on your case
Will you tell, or are you tending to shun?”
Someone asks with a smile on the face
Another one says, “you mean ashes and dust?
It’s just life that fizzles away
Once a memory fails, autumn days last
But you cannot remember a day”.
I love the way
you swing around the flowers
& into my heart like a lonely firefly
on these gleamy nightly hours.
I love the way
your soft hands enter my trespass
by your sweet caress in a faint sigh
as cold as the dew-drenched grass.
I love the way
you cast that adorned, burning aura
that seems to leave the birds in awe
as they sing a tune to brighten their flora.
Hello, I’ve untangled the hell, I say hello I’ve abandoned the fail made sense of the past at long long last understand the collapse I’ve remembered the cracks the water weighed down from taps I’ve turned them back no trickle to kickle no threat I’ll drown in fact I’m running naked through town chanting loud made sense of what pulled me down gave me a frown naked where’s my gown oh sod it I’ll let it all hang out swing around I’m a happy man with a direction a perfection foundation e reck shon eruption stand proud what caused the depression no longer a mystery set me free I’m nude I’m happy and yes this is me growing bigger bulky and long good I figure double meaning innuendo but who cares my friendo invento words a very strange verse I was in trouble now it’s meet its end though bad English bad grammar so happy it doesn’t matter 13 years I'll talk cow pat I’m now back!!!
She sorts me in parts
From one side to other.
I am symmetrical and asymmetrical.
I am closest to her brain
I swing around her freely.
I take a leap and kiss her cheeks
She tucks me back behind her ears
Adamantly, i repeat. She repeats.
I am tired
I rest on her shoulders.
I get confused and ill
She untangles me with her Clarity
She cleans me with her Sincerity.
I am hers.
I run down her neck and beyond.
How often a story ends, amen
but embers get revived.
Just when attention shifts
and talk wanes and subsides
Up pops a little 'and then'
An off we go again.
How often 'then' marks a turnabout
A sneaky unexpected kiss
A spiel for some new deal
A U-turn or swing around
So beware and prepare
For yin yang, flips and flops
Now and then, again.
Baby seems to always be the one
to kick start the day
Trying to get comfortable in her placenta water bed,
got mother waking up dizzy
and feeling real queasy in the head
She feels it coming on,
yeah, she feels it coming on strong
Morning sickness is heading her way
Nothing she can do but grip the edge of the sheets,
swing around and rise up
Baby seems to be most comfortable when mother's
standing on her feet
Ultrasound reveals baby is in a swimmer's curled tuck
Eight months and some change,
it won't be long, any day now
She's gonna have to go to work, have to labor in pain
But a safe delivery is the most important thing
Got to eat a big meal, got two mouths to feed,
then relax on the couch and watch some TV
The plan is to snooze unto noon, hubby will be checking in soon
to see if she needs anything
But baby wakes up before she does,
tussling around in a fuss,
so mother rubs her stomach gently
This calms baby down, and just when peace settles in ...
Wouldn't you know it, time to start the cycle all over again
Morning sickness always win,
morning sickness in the afternoon now begins
Step on a crack break your mothers back
No way is she going to go down with that
So I watch what I do, the direction I move
To not hurt my mom with the steps that I choose
I even avoid the cracks that I see
Randomly placed, all taunting me
When lightening slides by, cracking the sky
I turn my back and quickly close both my eyes
Never dare do I stare when a plumber is near
At the massive crack looming from his derriere
Never thought I would find nor realize
There are so many cracks filling our lives
Now that I know I try and avoid
So my dear sweet mother can grow healthy and old
I don't swing around to the bad side of town
Where crack in a bag can be easily found
Then in my carefulness I find that I slipped
Not watching where I placed my last careless step
I let out a gasp as I hear a loud crack
Knowing full well where that crack is at
Oh all the horror, oh all the shame
That I am the one to accept all the blame
What I feared all along went terribly wrong
Now all I've got to say is...Sorry Mom
Clean uniforms all lined up
One set on each side.
Two flags- state and country-
Salute from across the field.
Swing, swing, swing again
And a thick clink,
Everything moves at once.
The ball- outfield, second base,
First base, third,
Shortstop and then the mound.
Is he out?
You bet, tagged at first.
Good boy.
Batter up, tap tap tap on the ground,
Swing around to ready.
Swing, swing, swing again
And again and again.
That's three, my boy, you're out.
Change sides.
You shroud an ache in drips
of wavering replies,
Immersed in memories
of
a futile time
You think in
twisted inflections of submersed pride,
a swirl of beliefs
engrossed in avertable rapture
You swing around
a fusion of disparate passions
And dictate
an end that scarcely counts
You call me in
to tie my soul
And cram your sins
inside my fractured will
You pin our welded bruises
to prickling discretion
And drive them deep
as if to hide
You look at me , and you see a girl
So frail and fragile, easily broken
Easily duped, easily shattered
You look at me and you do not even doubt my secret
Pray, you scare me not, for I am made of a super power
See, I know exactly what does swing around in your mind
I know exactly what you plan to do and how
I know exactly what you do think of me, and of all those surrounding me
Why, did you never wonder
Why do your plans always backfire
Why is it that you find me cool and composed always
why do I seem to care not about your intents
Why do I seem so happy and self satisfied
Mind you, your filthy mind does disturb me
But hey, instead of being bothered about you
I do be disgusted
Why, you look at me and you see a girl
So frail and fragile, so easily broken
What you know not is that I can read your mind
See, this is how I do get good grades for exams
This is how I do score well on interviews
This is how all your plans do easily backfire
Why, I am a being of mystery, and I can read your mind!
Yes, I can read your mind and your intentions!
Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your moonlight’s hue
winging along the field’s minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a mild gloss
shimmers on your curved outline
releasing petal drops ever
quietly : crepe tassels bobbing to
peep among embroidered leaves
offering sweet incense for
nightfall’s prints etched unto
meadows, wafting with tuneful
lilts of stems bathed in dew. Oh, you
kindle a twirl with floral sisters
jigging daintily as if to pull me closer
in a prance; the one I dream about
high on a wood’s lucent trail.
Gently, my arms swing around, back and
forth until I lay on your zinnia confetti
embracing my tingled flesh, limbs,
deep within your moistened soil… oh how
corollas glaze into my Asian sky,
breathlessly dressed by night, leaves flickering
as you wave goodbye when summer ends!
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10/12/2015
Sunset--cool oceanscape.
Our feet pound the gritty ground
as our bodies swing around one another,
frenzied, heedless of decency. We whirl and
sway, enlivened by the rosy coral breeze
that dries the tiny oceans on our brows
and in our armpits;
those oceans mimicking the vast body
dancing, flowing, oozing, subsiding
before us. We dance, dance in time with the waves.
Your hand is in mine and how sensual--
but the crescent moon beneath my navel
is my own sacral place.
Moonstone like a cantaloupe illumines us and
melting into one another, we claim our right to feel
tasting universes in the salt
that is a part of everything
Agent Arkansas kicked down the bolt lock door. He fired one round and once he was
out of shots he swung back out of the room to reload. The four men started flipping
tables for cover. Agent listened carefully to where they were hiding.
Reload-
Swing around the doorway
Fire-
One-Two-Three
-Missed
Four-Five-Six
-Hit
Return fire
Not one hit
Dive out of the room
Silence before the storm…
Agent waits for the three men left to reload. BETA breaks the quiet by telling him that
he should go while they are reloading.
Ignoring BETA, Agent, cocks his pistol and turns. He starts firing, killing two more-
leaving one left. He moves back behind the wall to reload and shoots one shot into the
last gunman’s chest.
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