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JKirin Sep 2021
My emotions pour out in a torrent
with the sound of this magical night:
as you move in a trance, in the moment,
I embrace you with bright disco lights.

Hear the beats of my heart, of the music;
touch the notes of the dance, of my soul;
lose yourself to the rhythm, amuse me -
on the dance floor, for you, I'm the song.
about a dj, lost in the moment to become a song for the dancers
kevin wright Oct 2020
The DJ nudges the track
The floor writhes with deafening silence
Headphones buzz in unison

Dancers gyrate in heated silence
Electronic feedback connects the mass
Colours bend with the vibe

Knees bow with increasing tempo
Eyes turn on spinal spin
Heads wane in the rollercoaster flow

The finger leaves the vinyl and points to his god
A raft of hands chases their Apollo fame
The floor fades as feet peddle in transience

'Check this out'
Expectant eyes open
A new path opens

Skies become whirling dervishes
Amorphous lands float by
Seas part to their spine

Rain does not pour
It invigorates
Cool is the rhythm

Shoulders hop and shake
Steam warms the soul
Sun evaporates and replenishes

‘The final track’
Adrenaline like a lightning strike
Un-bearing on  mountain edge

Feet attracted to the ground
Legs now heavy
Head now full

Headphones abandoned like a defeated army
The weary lovers of music stumble into the night airs
Zack Ripley Jun 2020
seeing the fire in your eyes
Is as hypnotic
As watching lightning crack
Across the sky.
And the power of your smile
Could bring disco back in style.
The way you move your feet? Oof!
Girl, there's no way
I can stay in my seat.
So what's the problem?
You make me feel this way
And I don't even know your name
Poetic T Apr 2020
Pack it up, pack it in
don't throw my bolts there creating a din.
I won't ever battle you, that would be a sin.
Never will I stack up,
              cos you just  knocked me down again.

Trying to act higher,
            with you and your godly crew.

  But I'm the lord of the dead,
             come on get your tombs up,
I raise the dead, can I have some hands up.

I have two minions, no there not yellow.

Pain is his name.
             Getting splinters in your **** cheek,
stubbing your toe once again,
                                 jump around, jump around
                         his confusion will get you down.
           Then we panic,
                  who likes a bit of disco.
   But he'll move your keys
just so you jump around, jump around
                           lateness is his merry go round.

I'll serve you up on the river of sticks,
           If your coins ain't legit,
   Throwing your cheap **** off the boat.
You get a special place for being tight-****** ..

   I've got more schemes, than any other villain,
copyrighted some cos others trying to steal um..

Tried to get Hercules on my side, but he was a
       goody, goody, with piercing blue eyes..
   I tried to ride his horse but it threw me off,
            Slightly embarrassed by blue hair went off..

Yes I 'm bald and I wear a flaming  blue wig,
but I'm a millennia old, and no sunlight down here.

You think Zeus locks are real,
        More like Clouds that with a deceitful blow,
have his head looking  like a shiny chrome dome .

My name is Hades and I'm king of the underworld,
                                           I'll  never rise to the top,
    But I'll see you on the other side,  enjoy it up top.
Euphrosyne Mar 2020
As we enjoy
The tensions inside,
Something sparked
The darkness inside
Choked by this group of people we were tongue tied
Satan started to go wild
And spread faster than we thought
People started to panic and escape
The death beneath them but they cannot,
The dawn comes people starting to fade
Turning to miserable ashes decayed
Showing people not to enjoy too much death was portrayed
Do you feel the sadness within
Those crying souls for help begin,
Memories of their colorful yesterday
With hundred piled bodies started to gray,
Tried to save their self with their helpless shout
They cannot get out.
Disco magic, once you don't care
Death will take care.
I dedicate this poem to those burned victims of ozone disco way back march 18 1996. rest in piece fellow students.
HeWhoExplores Jan 2020
We marched into the thick of town, laughing and hollering like
Jovial soldiers of the night. The sky was dark & poetic , as we succumbed to its drunken beauty. Night's like these were meant to be enjoyed, savoured- for what was yet to come, we could not escape.
Staggering around town like a drunken platoon, we ended up at the Ulster Sports Club, a place so decadent and mysterious we had to sell our souls in return for a one way ticket. But, it was worth every penny of it. With low hazy lights that aligned the corridors and a special style of liveliness like that of the 90's- we were on cloud nine.
Electro beats and foggy disco lights gave the place a retro vibe, as people of all ages and shapes boogied and grooved as they became slaves to the music. It was utterly beautiful. Beer was guzzled and shirts came off, as we staged an act of defiance against social conventions- this was our paradise, and rules were meant to be broken. And as the lights came on, a chorus of "One more song!" erupted. We staged a rebellion, for the night was not over yet. Eventually, the time to retreat came upon us, as we threw down our conquering swords to surrender. We grabbed our things, our bags and coats and made off; walking into the dead of night like soldiers returning home from battle.
Mark Sep 2019
Singing high to Fernando and dancing down low in Orlando  
When ecstasy suddenly turned to tragedy  
They were just out bopping, then he came out just popping  
The pulse was beating, while he was out cheating  
His wife new about his scouting  
But she never thought 'bout the victims  
That the families would be counting  
Forty nine were just out to dine and wine  
Fifty or so, still lying so low, feeling not so fine  
He tried to crawl out, just after his last shot  
Popo's saw him on the floor and said no more  
Put a bullet in his ***, the same place he liked it, that's for sure.
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