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"jitterbug" poems
Danny O'Dare, the dancin' bear, Ran away from the County Fair, Ran right up to my back stair And thought he'd do some dancin' there. He started jumpin' and skippin' and kickin', He did a dance called the Funky Chicken, He did the Polka, he did the Twist, He bent himself into a pretzel like this. He did the Dog and the Jitterbug, He did the **** and the Bunny Hug. He did the Waltz and the Boogaloo, He did the Hokey-Pokey too. He did the Bop and the Mashed Potata, He did the Split and the See Ya Later. And now he's down upon one knee, Bowin' oh so charmingly, And winkin' and smilin'--it's easy to see Danny O'Dare wants to dance with me.
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Danny O'Dare
not since nor silk. Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was . Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown. Society clone. Rich ************* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation. Pale skinned poser. Gettin over. Her daddy was a man of means. Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans. He loved the local **** to the tune of Poppa was a rollin stone. The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers . Could not get hold of collective zippers. Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron. She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ? Smokin hot and  smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll.                                                                   The Wages.                                                                                            Just keeping it real.                                                                                                                           Slip sliding away. Drove a Jalopy. Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket.                                                                           Turn the century.                                                                           Trench warfare. Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit.  Great Grandma was a show stopper. To the very end.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Banana Republic Yucatan Pen.
not since nor silk. Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was . Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown. Society clone. Rich ************* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation. Pale skinned poser. Gettin over. Her daddy was a man of means. Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans. He loved the local **** to the tune of Poppa was a rollin stone. The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers . Could not get hold of collective zippers. Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron. She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ? Smokin hot and  smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll.                                                                   The Wages.                                                                                            Just keeping it real.                                                                                                                           Slip sliding away. Drove a Jalopy. Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket.                                                                           Turn the century.                                                                           Trench warfare. Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit.  Great Grandma was a show stopper. To the very end.
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*You arrived suddenly in my tangerine bliss with my heart clinched in your fist you touched me... and the dance started with a gape of spontaneous combustion you swirled me around the dance floor dancing cheek to cheek....* we skipped the light fandango fox trotting and waltzing to the beat of tango the big band broke into a swing while the love light shone as a crystal disco ball jitterbug jive and a reet beet dance macabre and so light on our feet *You lead me by the hand bodies musing all the while... you lead me out by my hand and made way into the galaxy for our feet as we danced like fine wine...becoming intoxicated by its beauty~ you danced me into Shangri-La with my eyes wide and full of imagination we danced through tangled forests of light* like Fred and Ginger tiptoeing upon the backs of stars dipping into galaxies and twirling on quasars i hold your hand as you pirouette upon the moons of a mystic world as our romantic lambada is unfurled forbidden planets and forbidden dance the secrets of whirlwind romance *we were like Phoenix that had risen dancing into the morning dew and nectarine and I kissed you as the tangerines fell from the sky~ dazed with a trial of stars and then oh yes then.... I pronounced myself as yours....as we escaped to paradise dancing all the while.....cheek to cheek as you gave me the Tangerine Kiss.....* tangerine kisses, tangerine dreams sipped of the nectar of the gods the fruit of creation in the form of love a blessing from goddess, earth and above we dance the steps of swoon and lean and sweet nuances of tangerine with every blessing in between *I felt a kiss upon my frozen cheeks a clear promise of all our tomorrows as I sleep with love within our hearts your sweet tangerine kisses and dreams are part of our creation... straight from above My heart is dancing and dreaming with you always a blessing from God.*
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
The Tangerine Kiss / collabration with wolf spirit aka quinfinn
*You arrived suddenly in my tangerine bliss with my heart clinched in your fist you touched me... and the dance started with a gape of spontaneous combustion you swirled me around the dance floor dancing cheek to cheek....* we skipped the light fandango fox trotting and waltzing to the beat of tango the big band broke into a swing while the love light shone as a crystal disco ball jitterbug jive and a reet beet dance macabre and so light on our feet *You lead me by the hand bodies musing all the while... you lead me out by my hand and made way into the galaxy for our feet as we danced like fine wine...becoming intoxicated by its beauty~ you danced me into Shangri-La with my eyes wide and full of imagination we danced through tangled forests of light* like Fred and Ginger tiptoeing upon the backs of stars dipping into galaxies and twirling on quasars i hold your hand as you pirouette upon the moons of a mystic world as our romantic lambada is unfurled forbidden planets and forbidden dance the secrets of whirlwind romance *we were like Phoenix that had risen dancing into the morning dew and nectarine and I kissed you as the tangerines fell from the sky~ dazed with a trial of stars and then oh yes then.... I pronounced myself as yours....as we escaped to paradise dancing all the while.....cheek to cheek as you gave me the Tangerine Kiss.....* tangerine kisses, tangerine dreams sipped of the nectar of the gods the fruit of creation in the form of love a blessing from goddess, earth and above we dance the steps of swoon and lean and sweet nuances of tangerine with every blessing in between *I felt a kiss upon my frozen cheeks a clear promise of all our tomorrows as I sleep with love within our hearts your sweet tangerine kisses and dreams are part of our creation... straight from above My heart is dancing and dreaming with you always a blessing from God.*
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This is rude. I should stop using misnomers for my own devices, but I cannot help myself. So insomnia it shall be called, when I cannot find the words to sleep or the fervor to close my eyes. That sounded all wrong on my lips, but my head could care less at this point. The cool touch of my glasses on my nose wake me further. Way to go Grace, you're even more awake now. Like you ever needed it. There's a jitterbug in my leg, sending me so sky-high. Should I go to bed or continue pondering existence and words and dreams until my tongue goes numb from rolling all these R's: Rest, redeem, re-purpose, redo, remember. Always remember. Its hard to forget. Days past and the insomnia persists. I have slept, perhaps, in that time, but yet I have not dreamed, and that is where my insomnia lies. Which lies do I mean, that is the real question, duality always tricks the eye. Let's get these hearts beating faster, faster, to the beat of the music, while they touch each other's fingertips and kiss each other's lips and meet hips in a vain attempt to have it mean something more. The words have left me, and I do not know where to end. So i propose another unbirthday be the day of reckoning, and maybe another poem, another day, my make more sense to me. Adieu my dears, and hope to pray to live just another day, for life is the most beautiful tragedy we can ever love.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Insomnia pt. 2
*serpent girl dancing     on a red stone cobbled hill     ritual of Leviathan     trident to the belly     on stained alters bleached     blood and sweat sacrifice     candles burning     from the bottoms up     dipped in tears and pearls            nothing she won't do     swaying her hips     rhythmically     while toothless mouths sobbing     gum her body     a curse of deification            necromancer     *** pact     gorgeous fornicator walking under water her heart like a diamond     player of the infernal tarot     creeps daughter down on all fours     eating ***** with her butter *** up     quantum jumping     doing the planetary bunny hop     on vacation in a fire red bikini   and la dolce vita sunglasses     shes a guest of the sage of pyramids     catching solar rays     reading     from the book of doom     and fake dogmas            lips like obsidian fire     that eat bad children     especially ankle biters     scryer of black warped mirrors ranting     singing in the Vatican of the dead living     worm girls kissing muscular arterial shafts     and ***** in a twist     while making vampire paintings     in dark ritual adorations          ****   of     oodoo     voodoo     i     do     to     you you     plying your soul     with dreams     of     Hollywood     cinema     and headless swiveling   Bollywood     jitterbug            beating devils gory     with harrowing archfiends     and ****** heels     for   love money *** and combat            gods above     angels to the flanks     north south east and west     seventy-two demons below     a crystal floor of vice gripped cherubim     with steal shewed pentagrams     holding dominion   with golden ring     enclosed in a synagogue of will     she's my hot randy *****     in leopard *******           don't **** with her     she eats souls like taffy     while posing     as a kitten     outside her window*
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
DANCE OF THE DARK ARTS MASTER..Black Majick
*serpent girl dancing     on a red stone cobbled hill     ritual of Leviathan     trident to the belly     on stained alters bleached     blood and sweat sacrifice     candles burning     from the bottoms up     dipped in tears and pearls            nothing she won't do     swaying her hips     rhythmically     while toothless mouths sobbing     gum her body     a curse of deification            necromancer     *** pact     gorgeous fornicator walking under water her heart like a diamond     player of the infernal tarot     creeps daughter down on all fours     eating ***** with her butter *** up     quantum jumping     doing the planetary bunny hop     on vacation in a fire red bikini   and la dolce vita sunglasses     shes a guest of the sage of pyramids     catching solar rays     reading     from the book of doom     and fake dogmas            lips like obsidian fire     that eat bad children     especially ankle biters     scryer of black warped mirrors ranting     singing in the Vatican of the dead living     worm girls kissing muscular arterial shafts     and ***** in a twist     while making vampire paintings     in dark ritual adorations          ****   of     oodoo     voodoo     i     do     to     you you     plying your soul     with dreams     of     Hollywood     cinema     and headless swiveling   Bollywood     jitterbug            beating devils gory     with harrowing archfiends     and ****** heels     for   love money *** and combat            gods above     angels to the flanks     north south east and west     seventy-two demons below     a crystal floor of vice gripped cherubim     with steal shewed pentagrams     holding dominion   with golden ring     enclosed in a synagogue of will     she's my hot randy *****     in leopard *******           don't **** with her     she eats souls like taffy     while posing     as a kitten     outside her window*
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I have half-written confessions about you And all of them are simultaneously as weak and gauche as the struggling flight of a butterfly with half its wings ripped off. I have no coordination when it comes to dancing, Darling, and it's probably becoming more and more prevalent as you catch me tripping around my declarations Because I am filled with so much self-doubt, but I can't help it that this new piece of my life has me second-guessing the placement of my feet and the rhythm I'm swaying to. And with you being so honest from the dawn of our affair, it's made me guilty for doubting anything at all. But I can't help it that you're a natural dancer and I'm just a mess. I felt that the strength in my emotions were something to be ashamed of and in turn I've put them on display A lewd circus performance to weigh the mass of my words and predict the approximate level they could wriggle down beneath your skin Because I can deal with the stern looks and careless scoffs from sporadic digital strangers, It's just that you aren't one and that means your opinion counts most of all. I want to dazzle you with crazy dance moves like the Charlie Brown or Jitterbug or even twerk a couple of times because I can't impress with my mastering of the Hokey Pokey and the Cha Cha Slide But I digress; It just seems that all I can talk about when you're not around is how swell it'd be if you were. And making our sweet dancing anything but comprised of candlelight and champagne and red roses just insults the beautiful parts of myself I want to so desperately share with you. I'm no poet, dude, And I've got no graces in dance, But I'll rearrange the constellations in the sky to help better express myself if it meant figuring out how I managed to fall in love With you
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
Two Left Feet
I have half-written confessions about you And all of them are simultaneously as weak and gauche as the struggling flight of a butterfly with half its wings ripped off. I have no coordination when it comes to dancing, Darling, and it's probably becoming more and more prevalent as you catch me tripping around my declarations Because I am filled with so much self-doubt, but I can't help it that this new piece of my life has me second-guessing the placement of my feet and the rhythm I'm swaying to. And with you being so honest from the dawn of our affair, it's made me guilty for doubting anything at all. But I can't help it that you're a natural dancer and I'm just a mess. I felt that the strength in my emotions were something to be ashamed of and in turn I've put them on display A lewd circus performance to weigh the mass of my words and predict the approximate level they could wriggle down beneath your skin Because I can deal with the stern looks and careless scoffs from sporadic digital strangers, It's just that you aren't one and that means your opinion counts most of all. I want to dazzle you with crazy dance moves like the Charlie Brown or Jitterbug or even twerk a couple of times because I can't impress with my mastering of the Hokey Pokey and the Cha Cha Slide But I digress; It just seems that all I can talk about when you're not around is how swell it'd be if you were. And making our sweet dancing anything but comprised of candlelight and champagne and red roses just insults the beautiful parts of myself I want to so desperately share with you. I'm no poet, dude, And I've got no graces in dance, But I'll rearrange the constellations in the sky to help better express myself if it meant figuring out how I managed to fall in love With you
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Afternoon-light in our periphery our cerebellums glowing happy like... maybe a plate of cheesecake, and two bent forks the atoms that separate 'you' from 'me' laughing within a jitterbug but now there's no cake for us. Why aren't you here? afternoon-light in our periphery and our cognitions like a strawberry swirl Sweet, home-made, toujours innocente and I scratch your brilliant head for the secret to unconditional love and your smile becomes lyrics, the first line of a perfect song. Shoulda come. At the bottom of a teacup, we reveal our secret selves, in a boy scout pact of friendship spit-locking our hearts into a ferocious loyalty to take care of each other in our parallel lives and to cherish what we cannot see.   Because I cannot see you, and you cannot see me. I forgive you, next time- it'sraininganyways i'mnotmad, *i just don'twant to revealhow muchyou mean tome.* You shoulda come, friend.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Shoulda Come.
When I was young high school kid I wasn’t doing very well with girls I didn’t know what to say to them But I really wanted to give it a whirl. So, when Mama saw me struggling She saw me blowing my chance She told me, “They’ll come around, All you have to do is learn to dance.” So, she showed me some rather easy Stylish steps from her jitterbug days I took them and danced to the music That the deejays chose to play. Mama taught me jitterbug And that helped quite a bit She won awards as a teen I heard she was quite a hit. I rocked and I rolled and bounced My shoes got to moving with the beat. Then I was snapping my fingers and My body went along with my feet. I twirled the girls I danced with and Held them snuggly up close and tight. And the girls started asking me to dance Right away from that very first night. Mama taught me jitterbug And I very glad she did It turned a geeky wallflower Into a much more popular kid. I learned the Stroll and Hully Gully The UT and the Electric Slide With a changing bevy of beauties Dancing along right by my side. This was before Twist showed up Which everybody could learn to do But even then I found that I could Teach them another trick or two. Mama taught me jitterbug And that helped quite a bit She won awards as a teen I heard she was quite a hit.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
MAMA TAUGHT ME JITTERBUG
I'd like to eat a mango As I glide through a Tango My bubbles would pop While doin’ Hiphop I’d soothe my soul Swingin’ Rock and Roll No time for slumber While doing the Rhumba My blood would pulse To a Viennese Waltz Dizzy’s how I’d feel Skipping a Scots Reel I’d dance Ballet With my valet I’d cut a rug Doing jitterbug I’d be happy as Improvising Jazz I'd like to swing a Fire Poi In exotic far away Hanoi I’d fly to San Francisco To indulge in Disco I’d as soon not talk Sliding through a Moonwalk I’d wear a yarmulke While doing the Polka I’d get the gist Of doing the Twist I could unwind With a Bump and a Grind I’d take off my wig For a fast Irish Jig I'd be a hot Mama Performing the Cha cha My heart would sing To a Highland Fling I’d step up the tempo To stamp a Flamenco I'd feel alive Just doin’ the Jive Now the ending’s your choice For better or woice! One is glad One is sad Pick one and it’s done- I’m off to France It’s the witching hour For a chance to dance And I’m a wall flower. Tricia Lambert
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE
You are a drug to me Im a passionate jitterbug when you hold me, carelessly falling like a debris, avoiding all casualty I wanna kiss your lips Pull you with my tight grips, hold your hips, endlessly killing you with my kiss Im in love with you In and through the blues, Hon, what allure do you have It got me all stuck and caught through your rendezvous, slept all sizzled by our paramour woke up in the morning all so glamoured, your love always felt me so pampered
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Intimacy
In this moment, we are all together. In this moment, we are healing. In this moment, we release our selves Flesh bodies sizzle cadmium red rhythms-- thunder gourdes rumble as everyone shouts cobalt lightning! A few stand quietly, hands prancing in the air feeding the one in the center of the circle a steady diet of colors. Drums bubble & thump beat primal heart screams-- yipps & mews & prrrrr's fill the Shipibo patterned room. Joyous dancing scorches the floor, tension falls away like the clothes of lovers laying atop each other under the bed. Here I sit, at home amidst the somatic chaos sounds chanting magic storm-wolf tones, pounding away on bongos patter-pitter jitterbug swing jungle vine jazz as my body rocks forth and back mountain lion paw hands tap crystals red eagle wings flap smiles navy ****** tail slaps bass brown snake-eyes snap out of reality! In this moment, we are all together. In this moment, we are healing. In this moment, we release our selves
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Healing Sound Circle
Where did that evening go, when I being under your spell danced real slow with you on the ballroom floor and you told me more in your hips that I ever knew? How time flew, those jewelled minutes flashed and waved me goodbye and now I remember,try not to forget how we met under the clock at Waterloo.I felt like a film star did you? and in the Strand at Lyons corner house, me, tongue tied and as quiet as any mouse you'd ever met I try to remember,sometimes I forget. We walked in the park by the palace, until it started to get dark and then quick off the mark in case you were thinking of going I, pretending to be all knowing said, 'I know of a place where we can dance cheek to cheek' I was thinking of dancing and looking into your face 'cause your smile was enchanting,my heart beat fast until at last you said, 'that's a good idea' The place that I knew was quite near,quite dear but I'd have paid an awful lot more how could I put a value on you,the dancefloor and me? we danced on and on and then it was midnight or gone one o-clock I try to forget but remember that look of surprised shock which narrowed your eyes. We said our goodnights but not our goodbyes for we were to meet the next time that time flies and I took you to the taxi rank where you thanked me with the most beautiful kiss and this was just the start. And still this heart of mine beats fast when I remember the look that you cast as the taxi drove down the cobbled street I think we'll meet again, and very soon, as soon as I wish again under the wishing well moon. I try to remember and when I forget I make a bet with myself that when time is right I'll remember again and remember again all through the night.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
Jitterbug
Where did that evening go, when I being under your spell danced real slow with you on the ballroom floor and you told me more in your hips that I ever knew? How time flew, those jewelled minutes flashed and waved me goodbye and now I remember,try not to forget how we met under the clock at Waterloo.I felt like a film star did you? and in the Strand at Lyons corner house, me, tongue tied and as quiet as any mouse you'd ever met I try to remember,sometimes I forget. We walked in the park by the palace, until it started to get dark and then quick off the mark in case you were thinking of going I, pretending to be all knowing said, 'I know of a place where we can dance cheek to cheek' I was thinking of dancing and looking into your face 'cause your smile was enchanting,my heart beat fast until at last you said, 'that's a good idea' The place that I knew was quite near,quite dear but I'd have paid an awful lot more how could I put a value on you,the dancefloor and me? we danced on and on and then it was midnight or gone one o-clock I try to forget but remember that look of surprised shock which narrowed your eyes. We said our goodnights but not our goodbyes for we were to meet the next time that time flies and I took you to the taxi rank where you thanked me with the most beautiful kiss and this was just the start. And still this heart of mine beats fast when I remember the look that you cast as the taxi drove down the cobbled street I think we'll meet again, and very soon, as soon as I wish again under the wishing well moon. I try to remember and when I forget I make a bet with myself that when time is right I'll remember again and remember again all through the night.
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They said she'd never walk again That she'd never be the same To a wheelchair her world confined But my faith lies otherwise They said she'd never walk again But I know she'll do much more She'll dance and leap and sing And shout with endless joy They said she'd never walk again But boy were they wrong She's as lively as a mockingbird And sings even livelier songs They said she'd never walk again But I push them off with a shrug I dream at night and I see her Swinging, waltzing and doing the jitterbug They said she'd never walk again And swore it on their graves too But I swear now on the whole wide world Grandma: I Love You
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 10:12 AM UTC
They Said She'd Never Walk Again
I danced with death It was a slow dance I had to make Every Breath Count We tried to keep in step For the wrong move Took away a much needed Breath, Inhale, Exhale Keep him in your sight, It was a tiring dance But it was keeping me alive We break-danced, We tangoed many ways he tried To break my step, Fandango(Spanish) Jitterbug Ice dancing, Was my winner, as bones don't Do well as his **** sat on ice , "I laughed out loud, He didn't take kindly to that, *But a Deal, Was a Deal,* Another year to live Many more breathes Till next year death, Till I dance once again with he called death
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Dancing With Death
A  Articulate C  Christ D  Demon C  Challenge The writer group session Australian Hard Rock Lion Rebirth Laptop All grouped in The City Singer she thinks her style of the pick Raw sugar on me The Taylor Swiftly Her wings of gravity No  Ladybug   Patriot Brady Bee_____ A group meeting Got stung doing the jitterbug Jazzy lounge Bearhug Music notes of Junk Whole marriage records So group me in ((Single)) Signed rotten Platinum fink Miss the concert line Jibb Jibbering Riveting Jive Five The tribe all feathered Group( Kiss) Dark eyes vibe ACDC the King of rock You shock me all night Elvis ain't nothing hounded hitchhiked ACDC-Money Talks 50 shades of the Greyhound Those twin singers Tinker Bell Groupies Now it's the Hells Bell The four letter word F--K____ F---K E Fake What a ***** of the light finger The bands became AARP Old Rocker chair What a **** in her rocker pants Drum roll Headlights Rock and Roll Tour group of FRANCE F- Friendship  R -Remain A- And N- Never C-Can E-End ITALY I- T-Trust  A-And L-Love Y You ENGLAND E-Every N-New G-Guy L Leaves A-After N-Ninety D-Days The world in Eighty tight money Days Group 8 days a week ahh I need your love girl I guess you know its true And when you're Pregnant Hey we are Rockers we don;t have a clue I phone fingers do the Hard rock Art of music strumming Please no old folks snoring Days so long belly stretched The canvas one-day creation The car broke her water broke Due date 280 days Group Pregnancy pays The mechanic charging by the hour (Midas_-_- That Callgirl not interested Age of the rush Pinterest pictures Poison Ivy itching Slower age Envy To crush ******** And going back Forever modern age Hey world be clever ACDC We are all  a group linked My jackpot My baby most blissful Inked in Pink
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Group Me ACDC
A  Articulate C  Christ D  Demon C  Challenge The writer group session Australian Hard Rock Lion Rebirth Laptop All grouped in The City Singer she thinks her style of the pick Raw sugar on me The Taylor Swiftly Her wings of gravity No  Ladybug   Patriot Brady Bee_____ A group meeting Got stung doing the jitterbug Jazzy lounge Bearhug Music notes of Junk Whole marriage records So group me in ((Single)) Signed rotten Platinum fink Miss the concert line Jibb Jibbering Riveting Jive Five The tribe all feathered Group( Kiss) Dark eyes vibe ACDC the King of rock You shock me all night Elvis ain't nothing hounded hitchhiked ACDC-Money Talks 50 shades of the Greyhound Those twin singers Tinker Bell Groupies Now it's the Hells Bell The four letter word F--K____ F---K E Fake What a ***** of the light finger The bands became AARP Old Rocker chair What a **** in her rocker pants Drum roll Headlights Rock and Roll Tour group of FRANCE F- Friendship  R -Remain A- And N- Never C-Can E-End ITALY I- T-Trust  A-And L-Love Y You ENGLAND E-Every N-New G-Guy L Leaves A-After N-Ninety D-Days The world in Eighty tight money Days Group 8 days a week ahh I need your love girl I guess you know its true And when you're Pregnant Hey we are Rockers we don;t have a clue I phone fingers do the Hard rock Art of music strumming Please no old folks snoring Days so long belly stretched The canvas one-day creation The car broke her water broke Due date 280 days Group Pregnancy pays The mechanic charging by the hour (Midas_-_- That Callgirl not interested Age of the rush Pinterest pictures Poison Ivy itching Slower age Envy To crush ******** And going back Forever modern age Hey world be clever ACDC We are all  a group linked My jackpot My baby most blissful Inked in Pink
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morning light is always the most beautiful there's a kind of tenderness that borders on pure naivete an inexperienced fracture of grace that unfortunately the sunset does not contain although i am never awake for it i am acutely aware of it behind closed eyelids There's an optimism I've never felt on the creases of my palms i wish i could explain to you how boring that art gallery was i can't remember what color shirt i was wearing there's a lot of things i'm only half there for i'll drift to nowhere precise and my eyes will get that faraway glow of a look and you'll think i'm in love but it's just my inattentiveness to stay in my body for long i'm less devil may care and more jitterbug hiding it's own epileptic seizure i guess it's all about forgetting things and then trying to find where you put them sometimes you stop looking altogether and come to terms with the fact that some things want to remain lost morning light is always the most beautiful
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
Wood & Glass
The rose red dresses flutter and float Over beautiful girls with smooth legs cartwheeling Dancin' like swinging jitterbug springs Going round in a bebop rhythm Through the saxophone blasting soul And the jazz drums which clash and simmer The yellow lights and red smoke floods Singing and a' ringin' in circles Filling the air with childish smiles and laughter Freedom reigns on the crowded dance-floor Synchronisation in the joyful movers Who dance and drink into the night
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Jazz Poem
keep dancing to the rhythm of life let your every step be a beating fife you'll feel well ensconced in the groove on partaking of its tremendous move never stop dancing stay the round the clock tempo don't break for a pause cause the dance has a long way to go tap dancing is perfectly okay and you can change it to a waltzing sway and you might like to disco or jitterbug on another day the rhythm of life is so good for the soul and it's a dance of peerless extol
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Rhythm of Life
Jitterbug to the beat of amnesia A blood-red head Dreams of Rita Hayworth, blood-money and blue keys Landing the lead role, your face in magazines Diamonds and pearls painted neon pink A diner with a monster behind the kitchen sink Look into the mirror and you see that it’s you Walk into the bright lights of an angel city Find a room, relax, and look pretty The dream is broken by a phone call Snap back to reality and begin to fall But before you pull the trigger Watch the box open And let it remind you of your ***** motives
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
This is the Girl
*there is a place in fetish land where breathing idols live below the belt their busy mouths unveiled soiled shimmering lips yielding warm spit thick and wet the crimson flood is the flood of love Dark Hazel plays legs spread like a baby in a bathtub wiggling her toes and circulating flesh in vaporous waters with scarlet rings through her nose and smarmy Gods command neoprene priestesses ***** with a switch blade and an ***** to die for color me on my knees grateful **** lovin derrière kisser reading comics from the book of ***** while she queen's glare through ***** party masks jitterbug arcane rituals glitter hellions in love you can smell the volcanoes malleable baby dolls with tiger skin bindings evoke eager spires through tribal unga bunga shimmy **** and *** drenched in yearning night fires and sacrificial rants vulva's like fat plums weeping pink milk mouthed terrorized ******* drooling tarnished yoga's of dancing feet scorched inferno's of pleasure vanquishing the temples of normalcy the sky is red with rituals souls set free in a **** for all like a cluster of stars spooling a galaxy*
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
FETISH LAND
At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start, at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart. Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top. It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat he twirls her around up out of her seat, off they go to the smooth dance floor he pulls her in, to throw her out once more. He smiles, she radiates, all so natural, the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball! So fluid and together like poetry in motion, Number 9 was his favorite love potion. About ten years later, it would be, back at the dance hall he and she. Me and my two sisters all around their feet happy and singing to the country beat. Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three and a dancing family we would be! Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip, mom had his hand and could still get a dip. He'd spin us all around as if we were one, I can't remember ever having so much fun! Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night never remember them ever having a fight. Dancer's move back, some room to give Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!! The smells were "Charles of the Ritz", and "Old Spice", it used to blend so very nice. The Texas Tophands were the band that first night that he took her hand. That's how she hooked him, she would say, bribed a whistler, to look her way, blew the whistle, so that he would stop and be her partner, spin her like a top! He's been her partner now for 48 years had her hand through laughter and tears. As their daughter I just wanted to say, Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
BRYAN & DEE FAHRIG
At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start, at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart. Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top. It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat he twirls her around up out of her seat, off they go to the smooth dance floor he pulls her in, to throw her out once more. He smiles, she radiates, all so natural, the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball! So fluid and together like poetry in motion, Number 9 was his favorite love potion. About ten years later, it would be, back at the dance hall he and she. Me and my two sisters all around their feet happy and singing to the country beat. Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three and a dancing family we would be! Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip, mom had his hand and could still get a dip. He'd spin us all around as if we were one, I can't remember ever having so much fun! Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night never remember them ever having a fight. Dancer's move back, some room to give Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!! The smells were "Charles of the Ritz", and "Old Spice", it used to blend so very nice. The Texas Tophands were the band that first night that he took her hand. That's how she hooked him, she would say, bribed a whistler, to look her way, blew the whistle, so that he would stop and be her partner, spin her like a top! He's been her partner now for 48 years had her hand through laughter and tears. As their daughter I just wanted to say, Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
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I annul to love you anymore; but these words jitterbug only ab't you, along any paper lengths.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
Do you hear me?
A double handful of children you raised Way back in the olden days You made their clothes from flour sacks Did work that'd break a strong man's back Your husband kept a drink in hand And gave away food to the band Of children living down the street When you could barely make ends meet You were so talented musically For any instrument you'd see You only had to sit a while And soon your music would cause smiles You loved to dance the jitterbug In the parade in the back of a truck Though some said you were too old You simply smiled and told them no I always loved it when we'd fish And it is my finest wish To tell you great-grandmother dear Though you are gone you are still here
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
A Short Ode To Virginia Cardwell
When I Was Fourteen I took a walk around the world When I was fourteen. A round-trip from the country Of Florida to the province of Friendship. I broke out my camp gear on The way to the sea of desire And edged my way to the point Of view. When I was fourteen I took gym class and failed Showers. The water lapped at my body, Its steamy blows pelting my Boyhood. The jocks jeered at me ‘cause I cried in shop class a lot When I was fourteen. The girls wore saddle shoes With bobby sox and they Liked me seeing as I could Dance the jitterbug. I loved the beat, the jiggling Of my legs against my pants And I learned to cope with My feelings of trackless taunts. I starred in a one-act play but Forgot my lines When I was fourteen. I had a dream in the province Of friendship that there was A boy called little prince Who nourished a rose. Prince taught me that I would Only see clearly with my heart When I was fourteen. A new boy came to school one day and sat next to me at chorus   practice. He gazed at me, his eyelashes and lips detailed in copper, head tipped back as though in trance and pulled off his t-shirt. I am here today because he was There, nourishing me like prince’s Rose, but with courage. When I was fourteen I met the gymnast of love, his Daring glance, his feather touch, Defiant, preaching counterpoint. I tried to run away but his name Kept Calling me back, like a Birdsong: “Phillip,” it whispered, “My name is Phillip.” And I went to him, to his glance, To his smile, to his arms, and He sang to me, this boy named Phillip: “I know you, my little prince, You are a wee patch of blue, My Mordecai, my Bashar, my Ivan, my Carlos, branches of The same tree, so serious at Fourteen.” Soon another dream came over Me, I dozed, drowsy and snug In the arms of an unknown hero, And I was wrapped in a frosted Halo, when I was fourteen. My halo was a gift from Phillip, And it dripped so silently down On the closet, on fire, holding The me that I now behold in The mirror. I saw the shower and stood up Proud, I saw the stage and Remembered my lines, and I was proud.  I was the rose, Nourished. And I was proud. I danced and dreamed and was Filled with courage, my chest Popping with buttons, my head Filled with melody and my Shoes tapping in rhythm. Today we went home to see My mom, Phillip and I, and She put her arms around us And said “Welcome, boys, I love you!” When I was fourteen.   © Lewis Bosworth, 2014
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
When I Was Fourteen
When I Was Fourteen I took a walk around the world When I was fourteen. A round-trip from the country Of Florida to the province of Friendship. I broke out my camp gear on The way to the sea of desire And edged my way to the point Of view. When I was fourteen I took gym class and failed Showers. The water lapped at my body, Its steamy blows pelting my Boyhood. The jocks jeered at me ‘cause I cried in shop class a lot When I was fourteen. The girls wore saddle shoes With bobby sox and they Liked me seeing as I could Dance the jitterbug. I loved the beat, the jiggling Of my legs against my pants And I learned to cope with My feelings of trackless taunts. I starred in a one-act play but Forgot my lines When I was fourteen. I had a dream in the province Of friendship that there was A boy called little prince Who nourished a rose. Prince taught me that I would Only see clearly with my heart When I was fourteen. A new boy came to school one day and sat next to me at chorus   practice. He gazed at me, his eyelashes and lips detailed in copper, head tipped back as though in trance and pulled off his t-shirt. I am here today because he was There, nourishing me like prince’s Rose, but with courage. When I was fourteen I met the gymnast of love, his Daring glance, his feather touch, Defiant, preaching counterpoint. I tried to run away but his name Kept Calling me back, like a Birdsong: “Phillip,” it whispered, “My name is Phillip.” And I went to him, to his glance, To his smile, to his arms, and He sang to me, this boy named Phillip: “I know you, my little prince, You are a wee patch of blue, My Mordecai, my Bashar, my Ivan, my Carlos, branches of The same tree, so serious at Fourteen.” Soon another dream came over Me, I dozed, drowsy and snug In the arms of an unknown hero, And I was wrapped in a frosted Halo, when I was fourteen. My halo was a gift from Phillip, And it dripped so silently down On the closet, on fire, holding The me that I now behold in The mirror. I saw the shower and stood up Proud, I saw the stage and Remembered my lines, and I was proud.  I was the rose, Nourished. And I was proud. I danced and dreamed and was Filled with courage, my chest Popping with buttons, my head Filled with melody and my Shoes tapping in rhythm. Today we went home to see My mom, Phillip and I, and She put her arms around us And said “Welcome, boys, I love you!” When I was fourteen.   © Lewis Bosworth, 2014
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