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MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
PRINCE WILLIAM ON THE DANCE FLOOR
THE PRINCE CAN REALLY GROOVE
IF YOUR DANCING WITH THE PRINCE
HE PUTS YOU IN THE MOOD


TO DO THE FUNKY CHICKEN
AND DANCE THE FUNKY GIBBON
IF YOUR DANCING WITH THE PRINCE
YOU WILL GET A YELLOW RIBBON


SO REMEMBER IF YOUR DANCING WITH THE PRINCE
PLEASE DON'T DO THE HOKEY POKEY
FOR IF YOUR ON THE DANCE FLOOR
THEN YOUR NOT A FRIEND OF SMOKEY
THIS IS A HAPPY POEM ABOUT PRINCE WILLIAM AND HIS DANCE WITH HIS MATES.
Linda Terman Jan 2017
Listening to the waves,
calms my mind.
Looking at the moon,
dances on the water.
Thoughts on silver wings,
beyond the ocean.
I do not eat,
stays hungry.
You!



kirkeuglen
Linda T
Liam C Calhoun Mar 2016
Dandelion dreams wisped from
The lips of summers past,
Lips tasted
And gilded became the cage,
So to, ushered,
My sense of belonging.
I tried to move on,
An couldn’t
And she knew it;
She knew that I couldn’t
The moment –
I’d fallen upon her lap
As she grabbed one more
Dandelion
And took one more breath
And blew the dead petals
Whilst making the wind somehow
Dance, and I,
The fool once more –
In love and unable to flee.
She asked me to "stay in her bowl," and I did; I'm still there and I'm a-o-k with that.
A muted silent melody
A vacant chained cage
The loveless awaits a remedy
With muted silent rage

It wanders around an essence
Clings to broken loveless pleasures
In hope one accepts its presence
It wanders still a muted treasure

A loveless soul dances to a blank tune
Looking for loves elixir, its eyes catch a mind
With steps of silence under a muted moon
Once loveless, this soul dances for love it finds.
Erin Jun 2013
Invading space
and closer too,
what did they think
when I danced with you?
June 1, 2013 /itsjusterin
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
Your hair is like white snow, filling my field of view
With this beautiful sky of clouds over our heads,
Up and on into forever they shall climb,
Bringing our imagined dreams to life we can't forget.

You sit upon the grass, your the only thing standing
Between loneliness, I feel a stab in my throat,
Like I cannot bring to words how I feel (the "M" word)
Before you find out what I really want to know.

You see, I made this song, it's about our kingdom
About you and me, my heart dances, I want to know,
Is there any place for this song bird who's sung,
If it is caged then where do all the notes go?
A poem for my lovely crush Tania. She has short light blond hair and freckles...and so much more.
Cassandra Jarvie Mar 2015
teenagers are constantly breaking
underneath the strain of potato chips
and fake ***;

plastic johns lining the house party outside.
All there is to do is drink
sparkling grape juice and wake up
sticky-eyed from nightmare tears.

Ah, another day
trapped like bears in a little zoo
and fighting with sharpened fingernails;
with animal growls.
Another one bites a strawberry
to make their mouth drip blood red.

It’s paradise in our happy school
And there’s nobody here.
I got up to sharpen my pencil and saw
the silent desks,
empty toilet stalls.

There’s no one to talk to
in this lonesome hell.
Glad I'm not in high school anymore.
Alessander Mar 2015
I miss slow dancing
awkwardly in musky
jr high gymnasiums
with lame hair cuts, and shoddier shoes
from payless

but in the dark
limitless future
when hands trembled at hips
and lips quivered at ears
when perfume broke us
like picks
at a bottomless a quarry

was that not heaven?

when hard-ons rose like spears
and we talked on phones all night
on our backs peering into moons
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