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JA Perkins Jul 11
"Just half a step
too slow", she said
"You don't have to
chase the beat..
Let rhythm oil those
bones", she laughed,
"and flow to
your two left feet.
It's nothing you have
to try to do..
We're all born to dance.
But some of us are
self aware and won't
give ourselves a chance.."

She smiled and put
her hand in mine and
it calmed my busy brain
And the whole night
we spent cheek to cheek  
Dancing in the pouring rain.
Ah the thought of it
Nyx Jun 29
-
Say Ah~

Dissolve me with your bitter taste,
let me linger upon your tongue.
With shaking hands you hold me tight,
inhaling deep breaths into your lungs

Take it slow, give me time
Very soon you'll feel sublime
Temperature rising, Heart beats quicker
You'll see the world around you begin to flicker

Dance with me, take my hand
Feel your worries fall away like sand
Forget the world, it’s just us two
Focus on me, we will see this through.

Let there only be us in this moment

~
Zywa Jun 21
The night is over,

I still dance in the café --


on the shards of glass.
Poem "Woensdag" - 4 ("Wednesday" - 4, 2010, Lieke Marsman)
Poem "Universele esthetiek" - 1 ("Universal aesthetics" - 1, 2021, Lieke Marsman)

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 10s"
I  Love Your Bossa Nova  Babyyyyyyyy
The Rhythm  Drives Me Crazyyyyyyyy
Moving Your La La- Ladyyyy
Oh Honey Bee
So Sweet to Meeeeeeee!

(c) DLR - 17/06/2024

☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
LOL Love Only Love eh! -   Musings and/or ? Truth be known I love Bossa Nova Music.  I can blame a Parent I think from playing Sergio and Braz 66  during my Childhood! Ha It is Romantic and ****!
Andrew Jun 8
deep bass is
a wide-open-night. Sweat and
stupid questions that really -
didn’t matter all that much
by the end of the night. She
once told me,
I don’t like poems with awkward line breaks -
I like full sentences there.
I dance along to deep bass and - by doing so -
I have awkward line breaks. I have incomplete
thoughts
that don't matter all that much.
I swear I don’t remember the way her arms
swayed as she danced to the Beatles - or,
even the space among teeth as she smiled.
deep bass plays me a song and
I try to dance but my my mind keeps
with questions of how she must be - no!
No. I do not want to think that.
but - yet,
my brain keeps with it, so I do. I do.
Zywa May 28
Each sway turns over

another sway, all night long --


we keep on dancing.
Composition "Gaillarde" ("Galliard", Italian jump dance, 2024, Dirk Veulemans), for the two self-built mobile organs and the Utopa-*****, performed by Dirk Veulemans in the Organpark on May 25th, 2024

Collection "org ANP ark" #199
Story poem:
RDD vs JPC, BBA vs ASG.

It's mother's Day 2024 I think of fame and great fortune
All wealth and wisdom links from you son of God. My Jesus my beloved best friend best lover best husband best father ever in Earth.
Dearest Darning Pat
Saint Patrick's Day passed too; before that was Saint Valentine's Day. And for Christmas I couldn't find a snowy all village card to send you my precious one my all.
I love you more and more with your aka and your fame your good fortunes your generosity your gold heart my love.my everything.
I love you as Jsack for Rose in Titanic, As foolish Scarlett for Rhett in Gone with the wind book.
Meggie in love with in the thorn Birds Rachel Ward and
Richard Chambelane such pain sorrow.
I think of you in Starry Night painting the pain that lasts forever. Stuck in a famed painting my pain too.
I may not ever sing another song but only one about us
"Sing and dance with me with the Violins."
And this one¡: The music played me with RDD vs JPC.
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As the music played: Repost

An angry silence lay where love had been
And in your eyes a look I'd never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak, the music played
As lovers danced their way around the floor
I sat and watched you walk towards the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you stayed
And as you took his hand, the music played
Across the darkened room the fatal signs I saw
You'd been something more than friends before
While I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting, and I drove him to your side
I couldn't say the things I should have said
Refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the price I paid
And as he held you close, the music played
And as I lost your love, the music played
https://youtu.be/-HK_4xvbrEk?si=nmpbDh40EbBsn3UV
She dances in the rain
She dances in the sun
She dances away her pain
She never tries to run.

She has a heart of gold
Her soul spirit oh so bold
but even with that golden heart
sometimes, she breaks apart.

It is not easy to keep going,
Specially when the world says, give up, you don't know what you are doing.

People say things
People act cold
But still it's the warmth she brings
because she has a heart of gold.

She's brave, she's a fighter
and just to feel a little lighter
She dances.
She dances in the rain
She dances in the sun
waiting for that rainbow above.

Her wait wasn't long thereof,
The gold always shines
It can't be hidden for long.
The universe finally played her song
And she danced,
with all that she had;
And as if the gods rained petals over the entire town,
All of the stars aligned,
to be her crown.
Copyright Simran Guwalani
Simple songs, with aplomb
Sincere hardship, the tact of poised
Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come
With the silence of friends, comes a worlds choice

Taken hope, to a lip we approve
Since in every definable way...
The taste of catharsis, a host with energies to loose
Adage in the day, with a soul's moment to say:

Resolute, no, with a fidelity to youth
Sour old hysteria; with a mercy in mind...
To collect a troubles key, for beginnings become the couth
That has us, for a considered play of light, that is kind

Means to an end, from here to eternity
An evening hour, to compare the more, to a solemn wish
Wizening at the dour, even as we confirm integrity
Do you know the repose a harmony, a place of sense that insists?

A wish with a soul for method, but know no patience
Without the common to step forward, your denial
Is a lend to powers that question, the music for relation
Of a still coming and with want, need is ours to go all the while
Till the brief and the grief say hi, will a burden of deliberation sit in the push?
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