"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.
10.4k
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.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
*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.*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
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.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
*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*
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
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
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
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.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
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.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
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
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
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
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
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
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 10:12 AM UTC
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
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
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
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
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
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
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
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
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
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
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
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
*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*
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
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.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
I annul to love you anymore;
but these words jitterbug
only ab't you, along any paper lengths.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
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
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
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
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC