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emeralddancer
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« on: May 22, 2009, 11:04:03 AM »

POEM: "LIFE ON THE DANCE FLOOR"
by Tim Chapman

When newly we start
we head for the dance floor
with all of our heart.

The dancing begins,
but the night's just too short
We simply can't get
enough of this sport.

There's leading and following
those subtle cues.
We waltz 'round the dance floor
not knowing whose thoughts are whose.

The music, the moves -
all track of time we lose.
Then the lights go up
and we see life's hues.

Leading and following
in life we proceed
like a beautiful mare
and a virtuous steed
playing and prancing
through all of the weeds.

Then life has its bumps
like on the dance floor,
when he's counting 3
when she's counting 4.
A natural right turn
avoids a collision and more.

Now what do we do
to recover our place?
Cast a little blame
and complete our disgrace?
Unkind words
can put us out of the race.

No just a smile, a wink
and "You did that one well!
Let's go on from here."
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emeralddancer
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« Reply #1 on: May 22, 2009, 11:04:38 AM »

FIRST COMPETITION

by Christopher Pilarchik
(www.ballroombliss.com)

With eyes open and wide awake,
Terror whispered in my ear
"For You there'll be no sleep this night,
Let me show you what you fear!"
Like some silent and oppressing scream
From evil Banshee called,
All my faults and weaknesses
suddenly recalled.
My arms, my feet, my head, my frame,
None of them are ready!
And now to really top it off
My legs are none to steady!
"Oh why, oh why did I agree to dance,
I can't do competitions!
I get nervous in front of crowds"
my petrified self petitions.
Thus morning comes and I prepare
To enter the lion's den,
When my instructor is already saying "We're up NOW!"
Who what where why WHEN?!?
We're now in line and I see the others,
polished, gleaming, finished,
how can I compete with them,
my spirits further diminished.
Then my instructor takes my hand
and sensing my nervousness, winks,
"Isn't there time to hit the bar,
I think I need a few drinks!"
Now on the floor waiting
for the music to start,
I'm feeling Mike Tyson punches
with every beat of my heart.
Music begins,
God don't let me freeze,
cause all of a sudden
I can't feel my knees!
Somehow my partner
suddenly takes the reigns,
How numb I feel
for so many pains.
My mind is blank
My body all nerves,
all this up and down
then around, then swerves.
I'm dizzy, I'm lost,
I haven't a clue,
Do your stuff teach,
I'm just following you.
After what seems like an eternity
the music finally done,
"You know," I said, "it really wasn't bad,
In fact I even had fun!"
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emeralddancer
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« Reply #2 on: May 22, 2009, 11:05:27 AM »

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will.
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill.
When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT.
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« Reply #3 on: May 23, 2009, 02:18:54 AM »

God tells me
That He treasures
My happy heart’s
Gratitude-blossoms.

 

Gratitude
Never takes anything
For granted,
But ingratitude does.

 
 

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« Reply #4 on: May 23, 2009, 08:23:32 AM »

Laugh, and the world laughs with you:
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth
Must borrow its mirth,
It has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound
To a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure
Of all your pleasure,
But they do not want your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all;
There are none to decline
Your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.


Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by;
Succeed and give,
And it helps you live,
But it cannot help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train;
But one by one
We must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919)
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« Reply #5 on: May 23, 2009, 08:28:12 AM »

We stopped the car and scaled the fence,
To plunder blackberries,
And as we stood our faces red,
The lark poured liquid ease.

That’s how I know you now my love
That’s how I will know you still
Your side turned head that look of still -
As untamed melody bled.

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« Reply #6 on: May 28, 2009, 07:49:37 AM »

Stevie Smith - Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

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« Reply #7 on: May 28, 2009, 01:17:37 PM »

....drowning in the sea of sad sorrow...
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« Reply #8 on: May 28, 2009, 03:19:33 PM »

needed an anidote to all that cheeriness:
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« Reply #9 on: May 28, 2009, 06:19:22 PM »

you need an antidote to what???

oops. there I go again...... Roll Eyes
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« Reply #10 on: May 29, 2009, 07:38:25 AM »

you need an antidote to what???

oops. there I go again...... Roll Eyes

Okay I will be more specific; I dont like the sentiments in Wilxox'x poem:

it smacks of everyone being fair-weather friends:

of showing a false smile when inside your heart may be turning to ashes;

I'm done with that and being like that; take me as I am sometimes happy sometimes not
or take me not all.

But at the end of the poem is she saying something different: that no matter how jolly our lives are we still face death alone?
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« Reply #11 on: May 29, 2009, 07:48:04 AM »

I don't think she was trying to say anything allegorical but simply to mkae an observation.  We are all lost souls to some extent and seek happiness wherever we can find it but avoid pain equally. Thats all - and on the whole I suppose its true.  I also guess that she must have had some hard personal experiences to fuel the thought...   
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« Reply #12 on: May 29, 2009, 09:45:50 AM »

O Captain! My Captain!
by: Walt Whitman
 
O CAPTAIN! my Captain, our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen Cold and Dead.
 
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« Reply #13 on: May 29, 2009, 11:27:47 AM »

Through the cellar ceiling
I hear the shouts of the children,
their feet trampling, sometimes
a buildingblock falling and sometimes
mother's nagging voice.
Above these voices there are
some more ceilings,
the roof with chimneys and areals,
and heaven that actually begins
here at this very place
beside us, around us
and reaches these same
awe-inspiring stars.
We too are heaven-dwellers,
the contemplating (nachdenkender) philosopher
as well as a child throwing its wood blocks onto floor
and the writer who doesn't know
whether he feels more awe (Ehrfurcht)
for the stars in heaven, castles built of wood blocks,
or the heavenly sandstone
outside the cellar walls and below its floor.


extract from "Evening Brings Everything Back" by Jaan Kaplinsky
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« Reply #14 on: May 29, 2009, 01:03:42 PM »

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again,
   to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
   and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
   and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face
   and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again,
   for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
   that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
   with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
   and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again
   to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way
   where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn
   from a laughing fellow rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream
   when the long trick's over.

      -- John Masefield
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captures my feelings while in vancouver and by the dear sea...
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