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
By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace,
No mirror shows my pale, sharp face.
Stake through heart? Please, not today—
I dodge those stakes and run away.
Garlic bread? You think I'll drool?
I've got a stash behind the stool.
Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint,
Sunscreen 50 is my saint.
I drink your blood, but don't take fright—
It's just a snack to get me right.
No veins harmed, I swear, no mess,
Just need my iron, I confess!
Yet deep inside this fangy guise,
Loneliness behind my eyes.
Immortal curse, eternal night,
A shadow lost without the light.
So laugh at myths of vampire dread,
But think of all the tears I've shed.
I'm just a feature of the night,
Trying to keep my teeth polite.
I tried to date on Tinder once,
But "Undead" marked me as a dunce.
They matched, then screamed, then blocked my chat,
Just 'cause I asked, "May I taste that?"
Type O
You're not a Type O.
Move forward.
New talent.
Use your gifts.
New chapter.
A believer.
You're not a mistake.
There's no one to blame.
No self doubt.
Rise up.
A new day.
A purpose.
A new season.
Get out of your comfort zone.
You're not a Type O.
Learn to grow.
Just be you.
We Are Writers
Blue fire's fleeting dance, O-type, a cosmic tear, brief supernova's glare.
Rare blue stars ignite, then fade to shadowed dust, a whispered goodbye.
LBV's enigma, twenty ghosts in velvet night, secrets softly held.
Red dwarf embers glow, last light in the fading void, a universe's sigh.
White dwarf's cold embrace, carbon heart, a dimming gleam, eternity's slow fade.
Was it Banting and Best,
Collip and McLeod’s feat ?
Whose efforts bore fruits,
And ‘Insulin’ was discovered.
Or was it the Compassionate Creator.
Who really Sorted out the pancreatic mystery,
And Granted man the sense,
To perfect the pancreatic extract,
That was injected to people with diabetes,
Safely and successfully !
A new era dawned in the history of medicine.
Many hopeless souls,
Got relieved and cheerful.
On being Gifted Insulin,
The “lifeline” so much awaited before.
Since that landmark discovery,
Diabetes has witnessed many more breakthroughs.
Each one a lesson, to the faltering human.
Not to despair and to carry on the struggle,
Despite upheavals and failures.
And never to loose the trust on our ‘True Benefector’.
We should always strive keeping us upright,
And keep words and deeds like a mirror.
Kindling the dreary paths for others,
And rescuing fondering hearts, from deep waters .
Ahead, Medicine has many more challenges.
Diabetes also needs more plunges,
Into the oceans of research and practice.
As in 1921, the insulin got invented.
May one day, “Diabetes” get eradicated.
Qwerty makes us wonder: what about that uiop?
And above we have one, two, three,
and so forth and so on etcetera.
A type of thought we are forced into.
And, yes, a thought of type:
that qwerty and that uiop!
And one-to-zero looks from a higher place.
As we know, zero is one below one -
if you numerate, of course; yet it's to the right.
Is it right to place it to the right of nine?
Or should the right place be left -
the left of the place of one?
(17 Aug 2024)
,,He has blue eyes thoughhhh, everyone has them"
,,Nah, they are light green"
,,Yes?"
,,Mhm"
,,But I think like he doesn't really like creative things."
,,He does"
,,no, he always says he doesn't"
,,he does. He just doesn't like it when you overview everything on effort when he doesn't give you any"
,,He doesn't give effort so?"
,,No, that's not what I mean."
,,But he loves talking"
,,Not always, sometimes just sitting in silence brings him happiness even though it's embarassing"
,,Why should it be?"
,,Because it's weird when you are being with a person and you don't talk with them"
,,Ahh. But sometimes he's weird"
,,It's just how he is. When someone can't handle it, then they should not stay with him.
It's just him"
,,Ah, thank you, so, should I gift him something I made myself?"
,,Yeah"
,,A hat?"
,,No"
,,Why?"
,,I don't think he likes it."
,,Why?"
,,I just know."
,,but chrocheting is good?"
,,When it's you, I guess. But try someting else."
,,Why?"
,,Just because."
,,Okay, Okay.
How do you know him so well?"
,,He's just a classmate.
I'm good at reading people."
,,Alright"
She is way too symmetrical to play the violin.
Her circles are even, there are no mistakes.
She is not a flexible thinker.
The arguments arrive on an hourly basis.
In notes, texts and emails.
Yet here she is, playing the violin flawlessly.
Which means hundreds of people do not know everything.
Have you ever seen a horsey grin
They've got humongous amounts of teeth
Their dentist bill must be atrocious
It's almost beyond belief
Whenever they get a toothache
They feel it right down to their hoofs
You can hear their screams over in China
They just about hit the roof
Really feel sorry for these equine types
They're usually such amiable sorts
They never complain if you're 300 pounds
They're such amazing good sports
Named him “Toothy”, this friend of mine
Tell him, “Brush those dentures real good!”
The cost of a plate of false teeth for horsies
Is astronomical in all likelihood
My type is the pretty boys
Not the pretty as in they look good
No the pretty as in they are an amazing person who everyone loves
The type of person every little girl spends the night dreaming of
My type is the boys with pretty eyes
Eyes that sparkle and shine
My type is the boys with pretty smile
A smile that glows and doesn’t seem to have a design
My type is the boys I know I can never last with
The type that I know won’t end in a happy storybook ending
Where the princess runs away and cries
Where the story doesn’t end in a happy wedding
My type is the boys that I know will eventually break my heart
Because if I know it will happen it won’t hurt as much when it eventually comes
The type where they say “I love you” then go date your best friend
The type that says they are head over heels for you but 24 hours later breaks your heart.
My type is the boys who seem sweet
But I know, it is not the final story
And are not my allegory
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
there are four lines
each with four words
four by four square
meaning is 3rd dimension
Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
For me the past six months
has changed me so very much
I've reached what I had dreamed
pounds of weight now I can touch
For me, 12 stone 2 pounds seemed so far
as in years past I ventured to reach
too many chocs were my downfall
now it's only the odd square I breach
That date at the doc to test my blood
way back in winter time was not very sweet
my sugar was way too high for my good
so now must be strict about what I eat
Then I weighed in at 13 stone 6 and a half
so low sugar diet was now truly due
it's amazing how the pounds have shed
so astounding it all becomes true
So now having achieved this mountain
look back with so much wonder
looking to overcome diabetic type 2
knocking it down like mighty thunder
(This is written about when in the past six months since I was diagnosed with diabetes type 2 and Dr put me on a low-sugar diet, showing how good things come from bad things, and now feeling the healthiest I've been in many years.)
If you're William, then you're Billy.
The one I knew was damned silly
Sick but climbing the hilly
Hard steel, if you sought his Lily
But soon wasting the same Lily;
Orders obeyed willy-nilly...
Do you like to dilly dally?
Still your acts with his must tally:
He wouldn't be facing Nelly
And you watching fancied Nelly
Or he admonishing Kelly
And you lying on your belly!
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