Tangoing Poems | Examples

POINT ZERO

POINT ZERO 

Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures 
her arching brows brazen 
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment 
tangoing across thorny 
thickets 


Hope gazed at her prayer 
puzzle poised with pensive 
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet 
caressing spines singing 
softly stirring custard 
pudding 


Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant 
juice poured jetting jewels 
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged


Death smiled enigmatically 
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing  
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through 
which she sodium sucked


Point Zero zipped in sidelong 
zaps dishing each zappy 
zodiac zones showering 
all four with Infinity’s 
zygotes zooming


Point Zero was Hero ! 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2021

Reflections From My Windows

Reflections on my television, from my window late last night 
Had the moon and stars on it, and it made it look all white 
Reflections from some raindrops, from the window on my door 
They were painting drips like chocolate chips, on my polished floor 
Reflections all in colours, from my hanging crystal ball 
They were scrambling like a kaleidoscope, on my windowed wall 
Reflections of trees swaying, rapid when the wind blows 
Made it look like dancing leaves, were tangoing on my windows

Dreaming of Creamsicle

Dreaming of creamsicle
vanilla and orange swirls
My tongue is swimming,
diving into the delectable
spoonfuls of tangoing 
flavors of joy-bursting “ahh.”
Better yet - creamsicle milkshake,
that goes straight to the mind
with “oohs” and “ahhs.”
It’s only a dream. A tribute.
Only one spoonful -
it, sits on my tongue,
cold and dangerous,
then the current takes it in
like a sin. Sinful not
to lavish one bite.

10/11/2022

Village Love

sordid floors
dark paths
lily scented nights 
crispy country air
crackling fireplaces
shadows under the moon
sounds of the night
silence in the dark
mingling
tangoing 
in perfect pitch 
the harmonious beat
of intoxicating drums
the twirling dance
of dizzying 
village 
love

Dear John,

john died..

his earthly bones offered to sediment
tangoing with gold flecks and blight
his soul woven into the tapestry
of eternal light

before he left
he sowed rows of gems
across the universal garden
for birds of paradise 
to 
perch upon
breath in
gently palm
weave nests
temper feral hearts 
with waves of warmly calm

john died..
John the Poet died

Esoteric Chakras

A node between Bindu and Medulla
brightens, enlivened by the bliss current,
tangoing in tandem with the Ajna,
while spacial heart looks on in contentment,
at ignition defying containment.
The energy path is mysterious,
unmistakable and continuous
in the pulsations within manifest,
myriad prismatic hues beauteous,
as purring bliss reaches for higher crests.

23-February-2021

When the Eyes Opened You Disappeared Lovely

I am asleep when you entered the mind

walking into this dream awakening from behind clouds

the fragrance of thoughts captivate an inner vision

Dancing upon whispers began the soul's tangoing inside

an artistic expression appears behind the mirrors

mysteriously alluring captured within a heartbeat

Forever dazzling most radiantly dressed starlight beauty

Kissing Lips

As his moist lips touched mines
everything in the world vanished.

It was just him and I in this big
universe.

I had never felt such bliss
It all started with one a kiss

As his succulent lips left mines 
I felt their imprint all day long


I never tire of his lips tangoing
with mines




Contest: Kissing
Sponsor: Bobby May
12/23/19

Pale Shelter

Is this real?
Why say it is 
 when you know
 it isn't true, this isn't reality.

It's the dream 
 you take me with seductive guile
 and all the while, 
 the lie becomes the truth,
it hides and cowers beneath your smile.

You are the deceiver
 the magic man, 
 the great pretender
setting heart and soul afire with passion, lust, desire.

Hold me close, 
 love me as you love yourself
 promise me the dream
 and here together we can hide 
in your labyrinth of unsheltered schemes.

This is real, the reality
 of everlasting dreams in ice castles
 unending and melting in its lies display,
the lovers' dream of two, tangoing in pale shelter.




for John Hamilton's Pale Shelter
11/17/19

A Go Go

the rain is
now dancing
on my roof

sounding
like 
flamenco

but i want
to with you
dance a tango

a rose
in my teeth
a rose

in my arms
as well as
in my feet

dipping you
down
not

wanting to
bring you up
but

rather let
you slip
down

to the ground
where we will
dance

romantically
tangoing on
the floor

Peddling Angst On Main Street

I woke again to fight a war, the
same as yesterday. Plastic shield
met blood-stained boot in blistered

feet of tattered youth. Ideals ran 
amok at dawn then parsed the 
evening’s jagged light when night 

shoes danced with tangoing flames
on buses, cars, the random truck. 
Smoke choked every lung. I was the

field you plowed to sow your grains 
of holy manna on. Step lightly through 
my troubled doors, I’ll make you
 
whole, I’ll clone your form. Of known
and knowing, I’ll pretend the beast, in
dreams, was slain. To live here is to die, 
well, then, redundant is this war.

The Joys of Our Mother

THE JOYS OF OUR MOTHER

Before Eko learn how to pronounce his name,
Let him learn to brother his brothers
And the older brothers from broader brother too.
For this is the way of the soldier-ants 
Who will never bid a bleeding brother by the border.
Right from 1914
When our mothers bled out tears from their pristine vagina,
Till the early sixties
When our big uncles
fought a viscous battle with the European battalions 
To ensure our liberty;
We've been here tangoing.
And now, let the dance continue
And the music knows no stop.
For together, we drank the frowzy portion from Nigeria
When the 'Long-Noses' sell their language to us.
Oh! I'll keep calling my brother's name with it
And my brothers, mine.
The warm-fuzzies of drinking in this jorum
Shall be; when a load is to be carried,
The whole fingers lend in their strength.
The broom never sweep with a stick.
The soldier-ants never barricade with just a soldier
So, when I answer my brother's name
And he answers mine too,
Mother will nod from her grave
"These are my sons".
And our voice shall pierce through the desert wind
To take our message to gods who feed on children skull.

Identity

A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love? 

Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived

Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be 

Convoluted tattoos pierced my being. 
Tangled in encompassed departures - aspirations drowned

Wading no more- 
Restraining from feverishly Tangoing in a bog-

Thus fluidly dodging the precursors and ancestry of my youth- they are not meant to be disturbed - nor used as weapons; subjectively or furnished by a barb

Incidentally, the capacities of experiences led to my vanguard, emerging through a pool of quicksilver,
accompanied with a tender disposition, united, benign and liberated

Your Candlelight

Silver tangoing with the shadows of thought 
Light of a thousand stars sparkling winks 
One beauty of a light explodes before the eyes 

Batting lids fall as wings upon a vision swoop 
Taking the heart away into a realm filled with joy 
Inside airs in song sings within echo bounces 

Soulful dreams come alive faraway distant memories 
Landing squarely upon golden sandy beaches 
We walked as one into paradise's shore 

Freedom danced in the wild Atlantic waves 
On each ripple comes a reflection kiss moon dances 
Holding hands away from darkness sealed precious with love

Captivating

looking into love your eyes 
there's nowhere left in this world 
I would rather be at this minute 

Time stands still 

Straying into a dream gem
bringing joy sighs to the heart
held captivated in a moment 

Whispering 

Happiness kisses your soul
can I be the light inside 
your dark spaces dancing brightly night 

One spirit 

Silver shadows tangoing 
together holding hands deep 
footprints remain beautiful with you

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