Poetry Partners #127 'The spring time dance', a poem by Sarah Cope of 'My Endometriosis Story' The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last, and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see. To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and singing birdies.… Continue reading Green grass dance floor, or: Springtime
A limerick Dirk ordered Scotches for new friends at the dance, followed by several Bordeaux from France. Lastly, for himself, a Belgian beer. Then, as he turned, his ex pinched his rear. Dirk squeaked, stumbled, & ruined his dance pants. W3 poetry prompt This poem was written in response to Steven S. Wallace's W3 prompt… Continue reading New friends, or: At the dance
A Waltmarie In five American Sentences The young man climbed up to the roof in the raging storm, feeling groovy. Hooting and hollering, his friends cheered him on, as he started to dance. Skipping and jumping along the roof's edge, he kept his balance, but just. Sadly, the speed of his wild pirouettes was more… Continue reading Feeling groovy, or: Peer pressure
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Waltz Wave, or: Form verses creativity
A "Waltz" poem Inspired by the iambic trimeter of 'My Papa’s Waltz' by Theodore Roethke I've Russian relatives who dance to Putin's hype, minds strained through grotesque sieves 'til nothing's left but tripe. The music they step to flows out through State channels; for them, his version's 'True' - straight from Kremlin annals. They're made… Continue reading To claim, or: Set afire
A Limerick Twerk hard though she tried, none would grab it. Frustrated, she'd often mutter, "Dagnabbit!" Deemed poorly suited for the Church, Whenever she danced, she would lurch - Cuz she simply couldn't get out of that habit. Limericks? For some reason, I've noticed that limericks receive some particularly touchy comments from poets here on… Continue reading Bad habit, or: Assimilation
An Alliterisen Silly sprites and dancing dryads rejoice Flighty flitting faeries hug towering titans Leprechauns leap by greasy goblins Delighted dwarves feast upon luscious lamp chops Brownies boogie to sirens' song Knowing noble knight stands, self-satisfied Sadistic sorcerer now never more The Alliterisen The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a… Continue reading Libations, or: Liberation
Inspired by Theodore Roethke's 'My Papa’s Waltz' He joined the family waltz The day that he was born; With playful somersaults, Toots ringing from his horn. He balance stepped with Life, His "corner" on his left; Tunes sweetly played by fife, His fingers small and deft. Twirled then towards the right, Suddenly out of breath;… Continue reading Life, or: Death
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