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Melodie Fowles Feb 2018
Sometimes
I hear a beat that reminds me
Why I love dancing so much
It's intense surge
Just like a lovers touch

My limbs want to move
In syncopated rhythm
I let go of all my fantasies
That are deeply hidden

Music moves through me
Like a slow burning fire
I'm filled with passion
And rhythmic desire

The tempo and pulse of it
The rush and pleasure of it

It touches me in ways
No other can
Makes me let go of myself
Like I don't give a ****

My heart beats faster
My hips begin to flow
Drowning in the music
I let my body go

My mind soars
My tortured soul flies
Keeping beat to the music
Always satisfies

I'm on a highway of adrenaline
That never stops
Not until that very last beat
Finally drops.
George Krokos Jan 2018
There's an ancient rhythm of the heart
that has been there ever since the start
when life evolved at the dawn of time
and began to beat a certain rhyme.

We hardly know how this came to be
and if there was any purpose to see;
across all those various stages of life
that seem to go through unending strife.

If the heartbeat is steady body is maintained
and together with the mind both are sustained
  but if it falters and sometimes misses a beat
then there's something wrong one has to treat.

During the course of life's journey on earth
there are moments that are contrary to mirth;
a foe instead of a friend can cause one trouble
which will have to be dealt with on the double.

This ancient rhythm is the pulse of life
that all living creatures have and is rife;
within each one's ***** it can be heard
a semblance of the Creator's Divine Word.
______
Written in 2017
George Krokos Jan 2018
If a love like ours now would soon end
we could still be, to each other, a friend
to whom we could confide, in our need
when life situations call us to take heed.

Our hearts would continue to beat as one
with feelings for each other not ever done
and so hold all our memories in the mind
cherishing them as being of a sacred kind.

Our lives could blossom in so many ways
to fill the emptiness of those passing days.
For in being without each other's presence
we could still imbibe of our love's essence.

Oh, how could we ever contemplate a time
when the love between us loses its prime?!
And even if we were to be physically apart
we would still feel each other in our heart.

There is a saying that 'true love never dies'
and can withstand the malice of those lies
which may come between two people who
are tested in their love proving it to be true.
______
Written in 2017.
A T Bockholdt Jan 2018
On the riverbanks I toasted the moon
between smooth pebbles and weeds
the silent silver bells tolling out
in tandem with your cries. Daddy
don’t you want more, more, more—
         Promethazine Queen and ****** King
your beloved subjects, beatnik
so low compared to New Critics
the antithesis to the highs neither
He, She, nor I have reached yet!
Religious visions in the soup kitchen!
          Finding God in the backs of cars
while racing to the back doors
of the hospital her cream colored wings,
found new heights when you OD’d
the backseat confessional as we raced
along toll roads, laughing, out the window towards sea
God you cried out, won’t you dance with me?
Hell right at your feet, yeah sure, I heard
and then out we rolled, down the hills,
into the fishy sewers, their haven
and I wondered is heaven fish chomping
at the bit, and at our toes?
            I’ll never know, but on these riverbanks
I start to. On our private shores
transferring from one bank to
another, promising, ***
that our memories are safe
locked inside metal storage lockers,
with police men wearing collars
and every single American dancing
the electric slide to get in with a four
digit pin, they want priceless for the night
for the price of a hundred year of their lives!
They beg for skin to bone loans,
millions of them, something to eat,
chicken—cowards, liars, and thieves
we run on getting drunk with the government
coerced each other, just stick in it, just
stick in, I am wet for the American
dream, and Trump’s toupee, his orange
lips salivating after me, grab me by the *****!
         Or at the very least release me, us,
the collective minds of our future gen
little boys and girls that will always
have to wonder, why? Did no one like them
and what kind of sins have their
fathers committed towards their mothers,
allegations, perpetuations, I just want
out of my own ******* skin!!!
So every night, before dying
I sleep with chocolate girls melting
into their Hershey *******
their chocolate kisses
or find guys whose vision is
both of us strapped up from the ceiling
Mary and Magdalene, save your children.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I hit play, Deng's's music was on repeat
The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes
Bouncing off everything into the street
Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes.

Kemah moved like a seductress in heat
Undulated her hips, moved to her feet
And she began to slow dance to the beat
Spinning like a flamingo on the street .

Deng nodded as she started to swing
There's really no dancer like Kemah
Her backside, rhythm, her everything
This was beyond contemporary Zomba .

I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat
Snapping my fingers, swaying at will
I just smiled and remained in my seat
But my old bones refused to sit still .

With Deng's latest hit song on repeat ,
Kemah's body swayed from place to place
Her entire soul intoned to his aesthetic beat
She was a temptress ,a girl with real grace .

Over where I sat in utter amazement
I felt humid looking at her silhouette
Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant
For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet .

Under the glow of the golden African sun
Her moves were flawless and unique
She danced like a young Doe on the run
Kemah was a star ,she was ballerina d'Afrique .
A beautiful African ballerina dances in a trance-like state....
everything else was secondary !
Maria Etre Jan 2018
A writer in love....
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Note: for the poem above, ask the lover
Maria Etre Jan 2018
Vital
     Vivacious
           Vi
                b...b....b
                              rations
Shhh....shhhh....shhhh
                                    ake
                                             ache  
                                                  Br^ea^k
ribcages
Created for a special purpose,

Be the reason of my existence

Take off your skin for a cause,

I know it is what you desire most.

In your presence, I am vulnerable

But together we will be untouchable

Feed the fire with our desires

Ignite it to burn the sky

Let our heart beat be your rhythm

Listen to the music as it slows down

And match your movement with mine

As we dance in the moonlight.
Nothing really special.. Still i feel so numb.
Maria Etre Jan 2018
If you took a stroll
inside my heart
you'd feel
an earthquake
every time
it beats
echoing
his
name
nanda Dec 2017
i stare into your
empty eyes
and my heart skips a beat
and my breath caughts in my throat
because what i not see in there
is what scares me the most

and i want you
to crack me up
open my chest
find my heart
grab it with your hands
listen to its tender song
cannot you hear
the constant pumps
of my heart singing
a sad love song
cannot you hear
how it sings your name
over and over again

what do i have to do
what star do i have to be
for you to realize
for you to recall
that after one bad song
i still love you whole

how is it that for you
it has all be the end
that because the beat didn’t match the lyrics
you threw it all away

and my aching heart
hurts every time it pumps
because while it calls out for you
yours is not answering back
a soft murmur of my heart
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