"moonwalking" poems
Once I met a platypus;
I took her to my heart.
We held hands by the lake at night,
And flew kites in the park.
We drank red wine by moonlight,
And closer, by degrees,
Expressed our deepest feelings;
Explored our fantasies.
And then, as these things happen,
There came a happy day:
We took an ad out in The Times
Announcing progeny.
But outrage at the outcome -
Our beloved platy-pups -
Was front page in the tabloids!
What was the platy-fuss?
We gave the papers interviews,
We gave our truth and trust -
But still my Love was slandered
Just for being oviparous!
We formed an equal rights group.
We founded charities.
To educate, to celebrate
Our ovi-parity!
We swore a solemn, binding oath,
Between the two of us
The Wedding feast and party was
Quite monatrematous!
Uncle Mallangong was tearful;
Aunt Echidna was abeam:
The Boondaburra “Moonwalking”
Was something to be seen!
There were Joeys sloshed on cider,
Wombats smoking ****
Emus snogging at the bar -
Koalas wild on speed!
For sickness, health; for poorer,
Or for great prosperity;
I will love and hold and cherish,
Through all adversity,
My nondarwinian lover;
My mutant, duck-billed Queen!
My unconventional ******
My monotreme – my dream!
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Laugh all you want,
but when I was a kid
I didn't watch
Thriller after dark.
But I danced.
I danced my *** off in that lit living
room
with Joci.
All night long,
popping
and moonwalking.
Now that I'm old(er)
I know how to build spaceships
and I can put
the popcorn
in the microwave
myself.
I can take the popcorn out of the microwave
and watch Thriller all night long.
But
then
my little woodpecker
came.
When I was
Cynical
with power
now and then,
I became
Raw
and uncarved
again.
We dance over the graves all night long.
Our tombstones are smooth
and we make light
together
with our feet.
Little woodpecker
what are you beginning to etch
in me now?
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
I used to love rocking
with him in the gaudy
nightclubs, sea-green eyes
drifting into dance jams,
drunk rhythms, spinning
inside burning Mars, his
feet moonwalking through
the crowd, waiting for the
blazed beat to sound off,
as he bopped his head
to the hypnotic music,
flashy shoulders moving
in the breeze, embracing
the iridescent chemistry.
And as I hopped onto the
dance floor by his side,
electrified rhymes rumbling
through my muscles, so raw
and pounding, a bursting bomb
of atomic funk, I grooved inside his
galaxy, hips twisting and turning
into intensifying dynasties,
funky legs breaking down
to the ground, whipping it
around and around, going
downtown, spine-igniting highs,
cool consonants skyrocketing
towards Mount Olympus.
Our bodies spun, the nightlife
shining within our souls,
faces floating in extreme fever,
knees rising in paradise,
crowned, intoxicating,
hands wild-waving,
lost in this amazing
enchantment.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
balter aimlessly
let's dance infamously
no rest in the room for eternal minutes
oh just spin us
counting the rhythm on our extra digits
this movement is more like fidgeting
moonwalking with iridecent souls
the feet kick and squirm and meet the knee
a bend of the neck, of the elbow
until you're hands meet me
in the middle
the fidget winds to a fiddle,
sudden like we're syncing
a drift saved from break by interlocking steps unperformed
together the dance, never grew worn,
although it's nothing less, it's nothing more
© 2015 Kate Volk
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
green collisions
topped with
yellow petals
no,
white petals
no,
red petals
no,
pink petals
i think i'm hearing the colors
and tasting the sounds
do you think we melt in heaven?
i've always liked that thought
melting
the flowers
are waltzing
no,
moonwalking
no,
they're doing the salsa
no,
pole dancing
we're all flowers
learning to dance
in the wind
we're all writers
learning to pen
down our words
we're all artists
learning to drip
paint, quicker, faster
we're all struggling
to find
our waves
i've never danced before
i tried once
i cried
i don't write poems for anyone
i write poems to survive
i need these words
and broken stanzas
like the flowers
need their breeze,
need their water,
need their sun,
need their breeze,
need their water,
need their sun,
need their breeze,
need their water,
need their sun
my liver is black
these words are black
my shirt is black
the flowers stay full of color
i wonder
what
would
happen
if
we
learned
to
love
the breeze,
the water,
the sun,
the breeze,
the water,
the sun,
the breeze,
the water,
the sun,
the same way
the flowers
do
dancing
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Part of persons character
that has a genetic origin
Engulfed in the chromosomes
What defines us
What classifies
What makes us differs
Jackson
Hey son,did you see back there
Six ,you dribbled past these opponents and the stadium was in uproar
Like an antelope running from predator
And 2 goals by half time
Your thrilling moves and moonwalking dance
In celebration
Your DNA match your grandfather, he was a legend in his time
Rehab
"Hic hic"poor daughter of mine
Hiccups of cheap liquor ,lazy waek body
Puffing,stripping and cracking
You are a shame
You have become a shareholder of rehabs
The DNA of your mother still thrive
She went to another life
just because she couldn't survive
Mike " Mic"
The drum beats for the rhythm
The violin takes over to rhyme
Mike for the mic sings a popular local song
That the audience sing along
"Even his daddy was like him,I liked his "DNA don"song!" Paul his father's friend exclaims
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
Moonwalking on a
tightrope
Let the fire
burn
our safety net
If we fall the
ashes
shall catch us
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Black is not one color
but all of 'em in one
Black is not a face nor a person,
Not a baller nor ***
it is the period when this sentence is done .
Maybe black is the ooze
that drowns sea and fish
or is it that ***** young'un
all hungry with wish
Black is certain as black is your eye
when you're fighting just to prove your right
(or keep one's rights alive)
Oh yes, black is what makes the stars shine bright
while under it--knocking boots aside...
no matter what, love is also made
in the darkest of nights...
So why would somebody
as golden as me
care about one crayon
or a stripe of a bee?
Because if nothing is wrong
then our skin shouldn't be
or much worse --whipped til it bleed...
There is nothing more to say,
but let each embrace teach you
Question all history, but now just do you
as long as eyes can take a look
know your neighbor, love that crook
experience and love is not from a book.
Now I'll sit next to you
since we ride the same bus,
do you get to know my color
or speak to living dust?
Black may be just a word
that fear blinds from our trust
Still all the colors in one
black is beauty under the sun,
til time is rust, til gone is done...
So speak truly and be free
Love the same as all of us
Cherish blues and greenest trees
Since we do ride that same ole bus...
No words need screams or fistful hate
Cuz Black is Moonwalking
up to the Pearly Gates,
where the boogie cannot wait
and the blind finally wake...
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
If it was possible
To walk in the footsteps of man
Whose shoes would I like to wear
I,ll tell you if I can
There,s so many I admire
It's really hard to say
Can I live a million years
And wear a different pair each day
I think first I,d wear mandellas
Such an unselfish man
To give up 28 years of freedom
So we could understand
Then I,d wear Martin luthers
For I also have a dream
For peace and unity
To be life's only scheme
Then I,d wear Elvis,s
The rock and roll king
His songs had so much meaning
And I,d really love to sing
Maybe Florence nightingales
The lady with the lamp
The nurse of all
The saviour the champ
Then Neil armstrongs
The moonwalking kind
One small step for man
But a giant for mankind
Maybe John lennons
And yoko Ono,s too
They both strove for love and peace
If only it came true
I could go on forever
Wearing other people's shoes
I wonder if we had the chance
Whose shoes would you choose??????????????
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
This isn't gonna be about what happened to you or how you were treated.
You know, by the media and those who chose to believe all the lies they told.
All I wanna talk about is how you were and what you mean to all of us.
I'm sixteen and have been a fan since I was a three or four year old little girl.
I would watch your videos and love hearing you sing all of those songs.
And I became an even bigger fan of you in fifth grade and have been since.
I sincerely can't get enough of your music from when you were here.
I love everything from when you were in The Jackson 5, Jacksons, and alone.
Because you were always a star and you showed that even in a group.
You were the lead singer who would get out and dance his heart out for us.
You don't know how much you meant to this world all of these years.
And I know that you really loved being on that stage more than being off it.
You said that you'd sleep on stage if you could. you'd live on stage.
You felt so much better when onstage than anywhere else in the world.
The only other time you feel comfortable is playing with a child.
It doesn't matter where they are are what race they are, you just love them.
You love that all they wanna do is play and have fun, not judge you.
You could play with them all day everyday and never get tired of it for a second.
You also had a very strong love for all kinds of animals, even snakes.
You loved every kind of animal from pets to elephants and even tigers.
But even more than that and all the music you made every day.
You were also all about making a difference in this world for all in it.
You hated that there was so much violence and wanted to help.
You used your tours to to make money so you could help charities around the world.
You would go to children's hospitals and oprhanages to give toys.
Because they were either ill or poor or didn't have a family of their own.
You cared so much about helping people in any way you could.
You talked while you were under the influnce trying to sleep about a hospital.
You wanted to use the money you would make on tickets for it.
A children's hospital and you wanted it to be the biggest in the world.
And while you may not have been able to do that, you did a lot.
You were still an inspiration to all of us through your music and kindness.
I don't think that it was your time to leave us five years ago.
But I guess that according to someone higher it was just the right time.
So I just think that you are up there moonwalking on the moon.
You and James Brown, and now Elizabeth Taylor are all together up there.
I will continue to watch your videos and only love you more.
And I just want you to know that you are more than just The King Of Pop.
And that nothing will be the same musically without you.
And nothing will be the same for anyone that knew you without you here.
Rest In Peace wherever you are and know that we love you.
And that we all think about you and support you every single day.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
Silver sky
At dawn
Pronto
Pronto
I shall sing
Lullaby
Pronto
Pronto
I shall dance
Moonwalking
Beneath the grey
Pronto
Pronto
At dawn
Jean C Bertrand
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
To pop-god Jacko:
Squealing, chirping, moonwalking,
Flinging that forelock...
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC