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Back and forth, Side to Side
Round and round and round
As my pendulum swings, it tells me things
What was lost shall be found.

So tell me now, tell me true
What is what, and who is who
Yes or no, the answer to show
Where to go, and what to do....
Poetic T Apr 10
An attire of cadaver obsidian
      hangs upon the expiration

of every fluctuation.

Weaving sorrow on every passing.


Considering the folly of her motionless
                                  endeavour.

Her garb falters and  decomposes
              below her narcistic

                                                pondering.


She is neither Earth or Air,
                but a decompaction of

reflections fading over time..
K Balachandran Sep 2019
A swarm of bees hum?
Thrilled earth receives cumulonimbus sting ;
Mind is on a swing!
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2019
What will you do, should you do
If you are led pass to fly
far from the sight at the twilight?
  
Slip into a tucked away serene sky
Keeping your head held high
Sway free by posy astro ewers.
And as you please pick n fill them  
With your so exquisite star-flowers!
Then you may well fancy reaching out
to the Moon bubbling on the edge of the night.

If you then swing back at the day peep
Wake up listening to the nightingale singing
Now can you interpret what is it saying?

Or when all is in place something is missing?
Rianna Aug 2019
Hello there,
Again.
You’ve been quite preoccupied
Or so you said.
I didn’t quite make out,
But who really cares.
For your words are but glorified sawdust,
When you’re spilling out the truth,
Right there.
It's not much fun, honey.
I’ll have you know
That I much prefer when,
A smile twists and tangos with
Those satin eyes,
And those candied lips.
I can hardly try,
And hide from the heat now.
It’s the jaunty, chiselled,
Swing in your step.
That hard-earned ripple,
Begs me to believe,
Your gaze could laser
A heart shaped hole
Right through me.

Cause your words are but branches,
Makeshift ebony,
To cling onto when faced,
With a drought of summer.
And its searing blaze.
The memories shelter
When the wind roars high.
And occasionally when
Your eyes glint ‘yes’
I've behaved rather well,
I'm tempted to build,
A little tyre swing,
That could swirl to the skies,
And conquer the clouds,
When the time is ripe.
But I screech to a halt,
Chains crumple and twist.
Now and then,
When you start to recede
All over again.

And once in a while,
I have to stop and and wonder
why?
Oh honey, now is when we must come clean,
Why the ugly departures,
And flashing retreats?

Are you ever really here,
Or am I just imagining you
With me?
Alex Gifford Aug 2019
You feel the rhythm of the music,
as it bounces through the floor.
You hear laughter and excitement,
the suspense of what's in store.

Then you walk up to a lady,
and you ask her for a dance.
Don't be nervous most are friendly,
this won't be your only chance.

If you're a leader with a purpose,
and your follower has grace.
You combine into one being
with a smile for each face.

Then trust will turn to tension,
and this tension is a whip.
That cracks loud like the trumpet,
every time momentum flips.

The adrenaline of falling,
the connection of a hug.
Either focus like an artist,
or it takes you like a drug.

Every hour feels like minutes,
you forget the world outside.
There's just motion and the moment,
it's a rollercoaster ride.

When the sun goes up that morning,
and you rise up out of bed.
You keep dreaming of that freedom,
It won't get out of your head.
Try swing dancing it's a complete blast. This is what it feels like. I hope I can motivate someone to go out and give it a shot. Tell me if you do!
Bhill Jul 2019
I remember a lot of really good things
Like the time I had my very own swing

It was rope and wood and hung from a tree
It was always there to help me be free

I would swing so high I could see the next street
Back and forth with my legs to go higher was a treat

Sometimes I would be brave and try a big jump
Flying through the air and land with a thump

Oftentimes, that trick would really really work
Sometimes, however, it really really hurt

I like looking back to simpler times
When the fun was fun and it wasn't a crime

When people we're people and jokes we're jokes
No one got mad at what life did provoke...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 177
What do you remember?..?
samara lael Jul 2019
the way you cross my mind like your swinging in time
to the sound of harmonies in tune with mine.

~ swing dancing.
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