Poetry Blogs (dancing)
Don Matthews on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (2 hours ago)
John Coopey on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (4 hours ago)
Your own mind is yours to keep,
as long as you don't decide to follow the sheep,
Start bending all reality, this will give you your own normality,
Dance in your own style and you will stand out a mile,
Sing songs where ever you go and put on your own one man show,
Do what you want, will make you full of glee,
Then you will find you will be absolutely free,
Freedom is a state of mind and thi...
Thursday 27th December 2018 11:42 am
Singing and dancing makes me happy all day,
It makes me happy in every single way,
Who says I can't be happy all the time,
If I was then would that be a crime,
I now know I could live alone,
Because my heart and soul has really grown,
I used to try and share my joy,
To every girl and boy,
I'll keep it to myself,
Even if I get left on the shelf,
Because nothing bothers me anymore,
Wednesday 19th December 2018 1:37 pm
With a happy nod to Howard Dietz - top wordsmith and creator of the famous MGM Film trademark.
Dancing in the dark,
Till this life ends
We're dancing in the dark,
When all strife ends.
So - whether leading or led,
If invited - nod your head;
Never look askance...
Just grab the chance
Let's face the music and dance.
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:02 am
This poem is for all those who find this life a trial. Keep on keeping on, as someone once remarked.
Buried in the Sunlight
Eleanor played the pipes as a piper should,
flying light with grace and flair and swing,
with airs like a wind band in the deep greenwood:
dancing her careless heart towards an Appalachian spring.
All who knew her, all for whom her life seemed bles...
Monday 5th February 2018 12:52 pm
I skipped down road in the cool mountain air
In the cool mountain air, with you...
Hot in the night air
Running down the road
Dancing to the left
Singing to the right
Chasing and avoiding cars
Street life all around
Life going on beyond
In our little world
Up steps, down alleys
In and out of tunnels
Over and under the ground
pavements along the...
Friday 15th December 2017 9:43 am
Dedicated to my parents who I saw share a dance for the first time in ages on holiday.
he said "do you love me now i can dance?"
she replied she would no longer fall for that kinda romance
he said "i can do the mashed potato and the boogaloo too"
she threaten to dump him and tell him they where through
but when he hit the floor
she felt the spark once more
and saw the smile on his face
Tuesday 7th November 2017 6:59 pm
The music begins again.
You wallflowers who came
with the dance in mind
and empty hands to hold—
skulking along the fringe,
afraid to join in,
but more afraid to leave.
You wither at her gaze,
hoping, not hoping
she is looking at you;
Would it mean more?
A joke, a fluke, a trick,
or perhaps a friend—
If you don’t see
will she leave?
shaking and jiv...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:52 pm
I see the dark side of the dance floor tonight
It looks like an abyss with disco lights
A sea of bodies losing all sense of function
To the sounds of groovy beats and cosmic rhythms.
You’re standing there like you are waiting for me
A sweet little devil dress- tight black.
Diamond heels and ruby red lipstick
You are the type of trouble I am looking for.
Tuesday 9th August 2016 5:28 am
We danced to Cuban rhythms
Late into the night
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite
A phantom on the dance floor
A cruel trick of the light
Wednesday 6th April 2016 11:25 am
Sway to the winds
Hoover over the plains of unwritten avenues
Brush away all misconceptions
Death to ifs and maybes
Lay with me in this tornado gliding to the designated mark that is love
Dance with me
Join me in my pursuit of truth
My pursuit of us
Monday 4th April 2016 3:09 pm
I was sitting on the wall at Homecoming
Just counting down the time until the dance was over
Until something caught the corner of my eye.
A sweet little thing in a pretty pink dress
Her glow like the moon at night
And her hair smelled like rain on a sunny day.
Her eyes made contact with mine
I felt my stomach turn into butterflies
Is this really happening?
Still frozen from her poison...
Wednesday 18th February 2015 4:19 am
Had a prompt from our writing group last time of "
If you dance to the music, you’ll find yourself…" so I thought I'd give it a go, although I've not mentioned the prompt anywhere in the piece!
If you dance to the music, you’ll find yourself…
I can’t dance.
Anyone that takes a glance
Will see me prance and realise
That I can’t dance.
My Macarena is more macaroni...
Monday 29th September 2014 3:18 pm
Catch me as you turn me round
Take me back around
Turn me, twist me, run me round
Chase me round and round
Lift me, twist me, turn me round
Dancing to the sound
The music’s fast, the music’s slow
Dancing round and round
Fast, much faster, turn me round
Moving with the sound
The dancefloor’s busy all around
Turn me round and round
Thursday 18th October 2012 1:59 am
"Nice to see you
To see you nice".
Tip-tapping in waistcoats;
On the noble steed that is
Wielding his chin
Like a sabre,
And winning the nation's
That's the name of the game".
He's not a king,
Queen or Jack.
He's not even "higher
Or lower" - he's a knight!
Knight of t...
Thursday 20th October 2011 3:44 pm
This is part of a new thing I'm quite enjoying; writing poems that children might enjoy. Not children's poetry as such, because I think there's a massive crossover, and I would never alter my semantics for the sake of genre. Anyway, have a look.
The beat can be heard before they arrive,
because they’re very heavy
and coming in droves.
Doom-bah, doom-bah. They seem to...
Tuesday 13th September 2011 4:27 pm
It's been a long time since I posted. I'll start how I mean to go on...
We were the dance
Of mannequin square,
Trapped in the hush
Of a closed hand.
And the soft tap-tap
Was all it took; four
Fingertips on a soft palm,
Clapping like castanets.
And the glass drips hang,
Gasping at the candles
Sunday 24th April 2011 1:21 am