Poetry Blogs (2017, dance)
And all we are going to do is dance
We can’t drink anymore
We drank until we
had our fill
Now the beat of the music controls us
We couldn’t be still even if we wanted to be
The rhythm has us in its grip
And all we can do is dance
Just dance – moves our bodies in time with the tune
Its to loud to make conversation
And there are no words that we need
Sunday 27th May 2018 3:25 pm
They dance in the shadows
Made by the trees
Branches stretched out
With long fingers
Claw like, grabbing
Taking a hold
And ripping at the soul
On the beaches
As the waves
Wash over them
Dragging them under
Taking their breath away
Soaked to the skin
On a knife edge
Broken glass under feet
Roses and chocolate
A torn tapestry
Thursday 24th May 2018 7:25 pm
I have a face
But it’s not my face
It’s a face with flawless skin
And I have eyes
But they're not my eyes
Lined in black
With upraised wings
And the glitter and gold above them
Is not mine either
Shimmering and throwing light
When I blink
And I smile
But it’s not my smile
A practiced smile framed with bright red lips
That are not mine either...
Sunday 29th April 2018 8:41 pm
The flower grew within, the fumes were fornicated. Bastards grew on paper, spilt ink spread their legs to the core of chaos. Thus the evil brewed bombs. You don’t see a shadow in the dark docile day. Only when it burns you can see your damned skin and the fire. The shadow of a truth turning grey, sat beside by the yellow day!
Sunday 1st April 2018 6:29 pm
All around me the fog dances
I look on to see as it tests its chances
Waiting for me to open the gate
I stare at it as it does the same
I take a step closer it watches
I take another
It's eyes slightly bigger
I open my mouth to speak
Nothing comes out
The fog whispers do not
I stay where I stand
Not daring a step
Friday 30th March 2018 4:41 pm
When I am a sculptor, famed
in the shadow of Moore or
Hepworth, I shall fashion
in black marble an image of eternity;
Aphrodite shall dance a slow pavane
without her customary passion, and
shall shine within the foaming waters
of this brutal and ungodly Earth.
Wednesday 8th November 2017 1:26 pm
Powermoves and Hope... Leaps above all : The story of one BBoy steps of hope. A Super BBoy who possess the power to fly, but all he wants to do is dance! A BBoy called Mickey.
The @Facebook/DreamAcademy trying to persuade ,one not to believe in fickle dreams changing from moment to moment. No, theirs is a slightly more challenging Powermove , they came to restore the magic of the wonder found in every waking moment ,every step in the amazing footwork ,the flips and windmills etc all captured forever in the mind and heart of our magnificent, hauntingly creative , "too co...
Saturday 19th August 2017 11:47 pm
We wade though the bright grass
Tired, footsore, happy
Hearing a bird calling by the reeds
Notes curling amongst themselves,
Spinning through the warm air
Distantly, traffic busies itself,
Here, tranquillity reigns,
After a full night dancing,
Saturday 27th May 2017 1:12 pm
I may when the sun comes up
To the worlds glorious rise
To her chant, her breath, her freedom
Her nurturing boundaries
I may when the sun comes up
In the evening I shall rest
Rest inside her sweet surrender
Contented to my soil rich roots
For the world has been my playground
I may when the sun comes u...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:35 am
One day I'll meet you In that place!!
I don't take drugs
I tried a couple times
So I can tell you what it feels like
I don't drink
Probably all the sips I've ever had
Could amount to 2 glasses of white wine and those sambuca shots when I was 17yrs old!
I love dancing
I don't seem to do it much
But I love moving
That I do everyday with Yoga
I love fashion and...
Saturday 20th May 2017 12:45 am
Wednesday 16th March 2016 7:50 pm
You come and you go
astressed with the trade winds
Tiny ghost dancer
flows to my head
clear and timed
tastes of sparkling ciders melt in my eye
attempting to leave no trace
I hold the proof of our a-cult
vitalizing movements seize life
breath exits as I consumed you
as glass inherits my soul
timed and clear
breakable in an extraterrestrial se...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 2:30 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
the cuckoo waltz
smooth and fluid
where the others
feet, hands, eyes,
one will lead
then the other
of fool, clown,
a knowing look
a fleeting glance
Thursday 10th October 2013 5:11 pm
The Ballad Of Billy Nomates
You were bigger than a bus,
with a face as red as Martian dust
and a neck that started somewhere in your crown.
I was small and insecure,
as I approached the guarded door,
knowing that you were about to put me down.
You were giving me that look
that said you couldn’t give a fuck
for my need to get beyond the ticket box....
Wednesday 24th July 2013 7:18 pm
Ripples in the water. Forever bouncing. The transformation from Sea to Land. The water. a Constant Surge. Pulsating Tides. those Building Blocks. Keeping a foundation grounded. The motive behind the pen.
Are we all just words in a pictionary born again to have meaning? The reality I belong to ...
Monday 25th March 2013 5:06 am
The beginning is timid
time has not any limit.
magic movements are slow,
we dance the tango of love.
It's the music of feelings,
bliss and passion revealing,
dance of flight and explosion
of hidden love.
When we part it’s only for a moment
Dance of love will never end, be sure.
The beginning is timid
and it's not so vivid,
then it turns into wild
and grasping dan...
Tuesday 11th December 2012 5:54 pm
*All who share the event page for OpenMind...
Thursday 13th September 2012 3:59 pm
Take a look at the poster for our OpenMind: Slamming September event at Fuel on Monday 24th September.
Sunday 26th August 2012 8:34 pm
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
Monday 23rd July 2012 7:58 am
Monday 18th June 2012 7:53 am
I like the moment when my hand
opens up a window to the unknown
polar winds, a vintage of lifetimes and stories,
now caressing my combusting skin.
For an instant, we are sand: constrained and
docile to the invisibility of our surroundings.
A neon moon brings me in touch with my
most primitive instincts: claiming ownership of
the next wrong step and a turn that is a season too late.
Cha cha cha... Your h...
Wednesday 8th February 2012 11:44 pm
Things got too far after I had 2 cans at home and three pints in various pubs.
Five pints in the pub made me merry.
So when a dickhead in a light blue denim shirt opened the door of our car I was like...
Sunday 8th January 2012 5:23 am
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