They arrive at the start of spring,
In the morning light, they sing,
On branches high they dance,
Daringly reaching for the sky, taking a chance.
Emerald leaves sway gently
in the breeze,
A soothing sound spreads among
the trees.
Beneath Summer’s warmth they drink and drink,
In various colours displaying their
beauty, glittering in sync.
Then in a blink comes autumn’s call,
Turning emerald leaves to gold and
red,
Each leaf’s vein bleeds,
And in a final twirl to the ground,
they gracefully fall.
By Zyrool
9/26
What a marvelous feeling
Turn on the dance switch
- still a flower in the bud
The spare battery is charged
when Friday comes
I guess you are able
to keep up with my pace
Spinning and twirling
Cut loose,
in boogie, shag or belly dance
- the moon and the stars
will shine all night
- no time to sleep
atop
a garden wall
striped marmalade throw
feline
lazy time
under sunshine
interlaced visions
a weaving
paws dangle in indolent ease
reach
underlay deep
whiskers sense sparrows
muscles tense in their plush
carpet shag
then
drowsy textile head slumps
sun-drying kitty-mat
basking
2 textured images twilled
to fade together forever
later
cat-rug carried away ~
sun settles in a deckchair
Calypso twirl, Calypso whirl, Calypso dance
in Pretoria, Panama or Paris France
Flash the dancer’s eyes
feel the temperature rise…
Wise Chanticleer’s surmise
fiery sunrise
the fins
of human
quake tremendously
spills grotesqueness while dumping
the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly
mirrored
ocean Walls
where ones choice is fixed
at dawn stagnantly brimming
in obsolete enviable damp colours
woven in a volcanic
oasis of anguished circles embraced in
loneliness fronted
with shuttering frozen stars
moulding through a sunny cheerful darkness
reinvigorated with
strident current in
waves staring
hovering and invading through the thorns of
the barren mountains
wrapped in swings of an
encroached moonlight piercing in
the vacancy of
my enchanted soul
channeling through my so preceding exist
in steam of redolence reek
from the garden frowns
and grins
call me a piscine
but even as a sly tamed fox hereafter
I would soar on footprints of
ceaseless fogs
to unveil your gleam
leap through the reflection of
sunlight to sway you
exasperatingly siren my scales on
your prime lips
fading with a spin
submerged in a longing savory passion
Twirl and Whirl - NK
though love may break
it won’t die
but shine bright
as a star
in the sky
deep in heart
forever
in the mind’s eye.
what’er will be is meant to be
love is a merry chance
a dream that has come true
it’s waltzing in moonlight
in flowering romance
to music of the night
slip on your dancing shoes
twirl whirl, free heart and soul and dance.
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23rd September 2022
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Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
In the silence of this night
The moon rolls across the sky
And the fog gently hugs the rolling hills.
I sit.
To the yonder of the times I am gyred
To the hour where it sprouted our secret love
To the lips it blessed our lives.
Dewdrops falling on the cold roof
Pitter patter, the bucket collects
The icy water, the giver of hope.
May the sweetest scent kiss your sleep
May the gentlest breeze bathe your dream
May the warmth of the sand heal your fears.
If you must hear the rooster singing,
You will know that I think of you.
Monday comes and my thoughts turn to fleeting things;
I wrestle to run from it
yet I lean on and on.
chasing the wind that brings soul resting
was far too gone.
I know I needed the things that last forever;
Not the ways of the wicket
Nor the likes of the onlookers.
Nosing around where I shouldn't be
Noting down excretion that daunt me down.
Notwithstanding the foregoing, I saw the only way the truth and the life;
To twirl around the imperishable
Adorning the unmerited favour.
Louder and clearer His tender care shall bloom.
Twirling
Prancing
Whirling
Entrancing
Unfurling
The Dancing...
Say that you dance.
Lest it not be said,
The art is ever dead.
Or even the merest of a chance,
Of nearing extinction.
It is all life's essence,
To move, be, think and dream.
To express a universal scheme,
That speaks through nature's lessons.
Not in man's religion.
A boundless form of communication.
So intricate,
Yet so ruled by emotion.
So elaborate,
And so full of devotion.
Needing no words of translation.
At one with God and all of creation.
A legacy of the beginning explosion.
To live in blissful celebration.
Saint Vidas is the lord of the dance.
If in need, seek out his blessing.
You might as well give him a chance,
And dance out your confessing.
So why should we dance?
The answer is simple and clear.
To join the dance is why we are here.
So dance, indeed dance.
Squirell Twirl and Become a Pearl
you should see a squirrel
went in circles and would twirl
turned into a pearl
Jim Horn
If i exist
I would write of tears
that pulled down walls
Of love in seconds glance
Of new born parents
with matching gloop stains
Of darkness that swims between
the blood and skin
Of strutted sex
that smoulders ember ambers
Of blades of grass
that twirl balletic
in moistening summer wind
______________I
Between Good aNd Evil
on the n
I stand
If i exist
i lie wi in th the space
where ink touches paper
Where key finger indent begs fullfilment
in bluened night
In My Dream
I could twirl around,
Climb the highest mound,
As a setting sun would show,
No one would ever know,
About a pretty silhouette,
Doing the perfect pirouette,
Behind her as the sum dims,
Climb higher the moon beams,
Twilight soon sets in,
The stars all twinkling,
As I dance there’s not a chance,
Who could ever know,
That ages ago,
A fairy lived who was re-born,
As a fair maiden,
Of beauty unparalleled,
Which only the star lulled,
Dark auburn hair,
Suit this maiden fair,
With chestnut eyes,
The songbird lies,
Of her beauty that lights,
The gloom of sad nights,
In my dream,
In my dream....
~ Fall's Frolic ~
Rudderless winds swirl on high
Orange, yellow, red leaves
twirl as they fall from the sky
Form carefree circles
before they touch down
on crisp-scented predecessors
cushioning the ground
The day wanes; a chill is felt
a bloom, flushed-red
O'er tingling cheeks overspreads
One last heroic leap into
a leafy pile
Then skip indoors to the fireplace
to warm up for a while
I want to fly, to spread my wings
and sprinkle love on everything –
on every creature known to man
around this world and back again.
I want to soar, to duck and dive,
to race and tumble, feel alive!
To travel freely without care
and feel the wind blow through my hair!
I want to jump to highest heights!
And free fall just above the sight
of land, touch down, and jump once more;
then, rest my wings upon earth’s floor.
And, then, as I lay down to sleep,
I’ll sing to you sweet melodies
and pray for peace for all mankind
from now until the end of time.
Twirl and whirl
Dance and sing
Let love in
Bells will ring
Shake the room
Rock the floor
Dance till the sun rises
Once more
Stand in the rain
Let the drops roll
Down your face
Into your soul
Light the fires
Beat the drums
Stand in the light
Till the answer comes
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