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In Between Dances

As life moves at a quicker pace,
separation is a spectre
that not far away looms.
One day you look around
and your partner isn’t there.
Once again, you find yourself
stuck in between dances somewhere.

Sometime love leaves you
and you’re stranded on a loveless shore.
Never knowing which way to go anymore.
You feel lost and lonely
in between dances once again,
but all the time you’re hoping
you can get up and dance again.

3 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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Everybody Dance (The Dance Of The Dead)

As the sun sinks upon the horizon,
As the dark night creeps in,
The dead dance.
On the streets they roam,
Silent,
Alone.
Everybody dances,
The saints and the sinners,
Everybody dances,
To the sound of the rhythm,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.

The dance of the dead goes on,
And on,
Never stops,
Never slows,
Time does not matter to the dead.
Everybody dances,
The poor and the rich,
Everybody dances,
To the cries to the babies,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.

As your time goes up,
The dead dance into your room,
Filled with silent movements,
They twirl with grace,
And style
And ease.
They reach out their hands,
And you take it,
And join the dance of the dead.
Everybody dance,
The young and the old,
Everybody dance,
The music is playing,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead.

C’mon,
Everybody dance,
Soldiers and lovers,
Oh,
Everybody dance,
To sound they cry,
So,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead,
The dance of the dead.
Oh,
Everybody dances,
Because the dance never stops.

6/05/06

poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Mistress Of All Time

(enlightened woman)
She dances on the seven seas
Dances on the ocean
Sunlight on her golden hair
Shapes of pure emotion
Her voice is heard like
Crystal words across the sky
She moves just like an angel
Shes the mistress of all time
Her sun pours down like liquid gold
To chase away the sorrows
Her clothes are like a million stars
Made of tears and rainbows
And all the while
Her senses smile into my life
She moves just like an angel
Shes a mistress of all time
Just like the restless
To a mission bell
I must run to her
Meet her everywhere
As her music fills the universe
She leaves the dancing visions
Of her image on the water
And precious stones upon the shore
From every distant corner
Like diamonds in the light
They shine beyond the stars
She moves just like an angel
Shes the mistress of all time
She dances on the seven seas
Dances on the ocean
Sunlight on her golden hair
Shapes of pure emotion
Her voice is heard like
Crystal words across the sky
She moves me like an angel
Shes the mistress of all time
She moves me like an angel
A voice of pure emotion
Her tears are like a rainbow

song performed by by Uriah Heep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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She Don’t Work Here Anymore

She sat alone
in front of her computer screen
hoping for some images to appear
and awaken her lost dream.
She wrote of love
in words so sweet and pure.
Words of love she hoped one day
would be spoken back to her.
Everyday she grew more lonely
as time kept marching on;
hoping all the time to hear
springs sweet love song.
Whether she ever heard it
is very hard to tell
as she no longer works here.
Some say she found her love
and eloped with him,
others said she just died
of a lonely broken heart.
Whichever way the story went
it is hard to tell
as she don’t work here anymore.

18 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Song

When I came here I came here
I just came here to find
That one little girl
That is hidden behind
That old mill that old mill
That old mill out back
She's in that field In that field
In that field out back

And she dances and dances
Without anything wrong
She just dances and dances
To that same old song
Behind closed doors
She can't feel that much joy
As tears and tears pour
As tears and tears pour
But as she dances
She dances with stars the above
She's small but she can reach out
That far into love
And when everything's wrong
She will still be dancing
To her favorite song her favorite song.

You'd believe that girl
But not her world.
Or see her face
When she cries everyday
Or know what to do
When you know what she's been through
And I can't believe
Now what I see

Cause she dances and dances
Without anything wrong
She just dances and dances
To that same old song
Behind closed doors
She can't feel that much joy
As tears and tears pour
As tears and tears pour
But as she dances
And dances with stars above
She's small but she can reach out
That far into love
And when everything's wrong
She will still be dancing
To her favorite song.

And when she dances she dances
To her favorite song
She dances and dances
Because nothing is wrong
And when she dances
She reaches out far into love
She dances and dances
With the stars above
And even though she's small
She can make it through it all
She's as joyful as can be
When you see you'll believe
That nothing is wrong
When she is dancing to
Her favorite song.

poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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At Way of Village

At Way of Village

At way of village
In harmony with tom-tom
The dancer dances

Putting on nose ring
Wearing anklet on leg
Lolita dances

Dance with word time
Wind parody of season
Band of joy maker

Dance with flute
Bend waist looks as snake
Dance in pleasure

Flash of lightning
Causes swinging the earth
Come make dances

poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Dance Cheat

You are my dance-time lover
the one who dances dances dances;
while I sit at the table
with my husband.

I am bathed in music
and incipient Infidelity
because it is you I crave.

In my mind I get to move with you
your face always in change:
but in your dance
I reach for the evening sky;
expand,

moving with the energies,
losing myself to rhythms there.

Is it cheating?

It is.

Dancing's the blame
and a heart structure
which has no power against
dancers who seduce
wives
with music
and bodies which ungulate.

I am warm.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Dance

See the picture in the hall
Framed in magic on the wall
Aint it funny how it glows
Whats on the inside
No one knows
What makes this picture
So inviting
To those who stand outside it
Maybe its the dancers
Or maybe its the dance
The dancer dances
Thousands fill the gallery
They pay their price to see a dream
They can make believe for free
Two hours worth of fantasy
Maybe they pretend
The pictures them
Or maybe they just love
To sit and blend
Tonight the picture has no frame
Colours unleash and float away
To each and everyone of you
Tonight the spirit brings the news
You become a part of it all
Thousands turn to one in the hall
You become the dancer
And we become the dance
The dancer dances
The dancer dances
The dancer dances
And we become the dancer
And you become the dance

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Lord Krishna in a butterfly

krishna, krishna
the hindu gods
each time we meet
he dances in a butterfly
he dances in a butterfly
into the commuter train
as i went for an interview
in the house
when i moved in
krishna a butterfly
so shapely
so stylish
krishna, krishna, krishna
the world dances with it
in a million ways
and shades
dance, dance, dance
flaps, flaps, flaps
up down, down up,
so quietly it sits
in meditation at times too

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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So I Dance

Well I met you while we were sharing stares
from motorcars
And from there it was like a dream just coming true
The you asked if I like to dance and I said
"Not at all"
So you turned away to start the search for
someone new
Then an acetate Casanova sweeps you off your feet
Cause he dances like Michael J. meets Fred Astaire
And I desperately ask for one more chance
to be with you
And you smile at me while thinking "Yeah it's only fair"
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Well you live your whole life believing silly
fairytales
Like the King of Heart's coming down to marry you
But reality's coming fast and you feel all alone
So I hope you'll let me be the one to get you thru
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I Dance
Solo
So I dance - Dance - Dance
Well you're going out ballroom dancing
almost every night
While he's blinding you with his moves
and not a word
Then you say that if I could tango
you would have it all
So I "twist" with you and pray
I don't look too absurd
So I dance - Dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance oooh
So I dance
So I dance oooh
So I dance

song performed by by Zebra
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Stranded On The Island Of Life

Life sometimes seems like
You're stranded on a desert island
Waiting for the ship to come and rescue you

When no one knows you're missing
So you keep waiting and hoping they will come for you
Not knowing that they don't know your missing
There having so much fun on the yacht
That they won't come back for you

So you keep hoping that one day
They'll come back for you
And not knowing that your
Only 5 miles off shore
You sit there and wait
Not knowing you could swim to shore

It's only 5 miles away
You're so close to the shore
And you don't even know it
But you keep waiting
For them to come back for you

So years pass
Months pass
Weeks pass
Days pass
Hours pass
Minutes pass
Seconds pass

Eventually you give up
Not knowing you're so close to shore
And all you had to do was swim 5 miles

There might be some danger in the water
But it's worth all that you go through
Just to get to the main land
Where all the other people are

poem by Beth Ann
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Stuck

Life gives such a lonely feeling
Do not feel like living it anymore
The soul of mine feels so stuck
Seems like damage to my identity has been done
I feel so bad and confused about so many things
It hurts to be me
Do not want to breathe anymore
Hate, the way I have gotten stuck in a disabled body
Living, is not the thing which I want to do
Stuck, I am stuck.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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3: 25 Am

It's pouring rain,
and Miles is on the ol Logitech speakers.
It's 3: 25 AM
Graveyard shift at the shelter...
And it's pouring rain
A girl dances outside,
the dance is one of someone who has lost everything.
It is the dance of someone who has lost themselves,
The dance of complete and total abandon.
Her long wet hair whipping from side to side,
while she grinds against a lamp post.
And it is raining so badly,
that it hurts when it hits your skin.
Still she dances,
Debbie Reynolds,
on PCP.
Her clothing clings to her skeletal frame.
She dances as only the damned who have embraced their damnation can dance.
(there is freedom in that, you know?)

I know this girl,
Crack whore who must have scored good tonight.

Her dance is the misfiring of neurons,
It is the dance of a Central Nervous System on overdrive.

And in my office there are 3 half drunk cups of coffee,
Miles Davis
and view of a young woman dancing in a downpour.

Sometimes the shelter is a good place to be
at 3: 25 AM
on the Graveyard shift
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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The Dance

The dance I feel at my heart-lubdub

The dance i feel in my throbbing brain

The dance I feel in my pulsating vein

The dance I perceive in every cell

seems to be a part of a dancing ocean

where electrons dance into death

and where electrons dance forth into life

Who dances? Who? Who?

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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a memory of 1980,14th day of February

14th, February,1980

at the university
chemistry laboratory
the last experiment
of the year

loveless and too
careless

she sent a rose
i did not bother

she called on the phone
i was not there

she was loveless
in an island

i was too busy
in my thesis for my last year

i sent her the card
without telling her that it's goodbye

her friends had to leave her
each had the love partner on that day

i was alone in the lab
without any love

too many sacrifices
not worth remembering

a heart broken
beyond repair

a soul wandering
still lost with the black raven

too many years of pain
nothing really gained

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I dance for the love

I dance for the love

I dance even when I feel pain
I dance knowing there's something to gain

I dance for the love

I dance for me
I dance for everyone to see

I dance for the love

I dance as the sunshine
I dance hoping you will be mine

I dance for the love

I dance with words to say
I dance all day

I dance for the love

I dance even when you leave
I dance and still believe

I dance for the love

poem by Victoria Bleker
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Stranded on a Sandbar

I enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me movin around
Like the wind that blows
Tide that flows
Have my ups and downs
All a part of some strange plan Im sure
Start a new chapter each day
Honey, love gets lost, time gets tossed
cause weve both got our own different ways
Chorus:
I feel like Im stranded on a sandbar
Stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin it for all that its worth
Im just payin for my sins on earth
Now I used to go crazy for days at a time
Now Im takin my time with my days
Havent found the answers like some that I know
Im just stuck in a fairly nice maze
Climb to the top of the island tonight
Sit beneath the cashew tree
I want to count the stars, lights on the cars
That are shinin up and down on me
Chorus:
I feel like Im stranded on a sandbar
Baby Im stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin it for all that its worth
Im just payin for my sins on earth
Chorus:
I feel like Im stranded on a sandbar
Sugar Im stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin it for all that its worth
Im just payin for my sins on earth
Coda:
I enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me movin around

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett, music by Jimmy Buffett (1979)
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Darkness

Dressed in your scars
You sit in dark bars
Only lit by cigars
And false smile.
Your dungeon
Without standing trial.
You drink to her memory in style.
And as the Brandy kicks in
You allow a wry grin
For the joy
That you only stole.
As she dances
In the darkness of your soul.
And as you find
The lost eyes of an alcoholic
You'll bear the lies
And drunken promise that he preaches.
You realise that now your life
Is just shambolic.
To feel again
Lessons of pain
This sweet life teaches.
You're on the edge
You walk the ledge
To a silent drum roll.
As she dances
In the darkness of your soul.

poem by Kevin East
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I Dance for the Love

I dance for the love

I dance even when I feel pain
I dance knowing there's something to gain

I dance for the love

I dance for me
I dance for everyone to see

I dance for the love

I dance as the sunshine
I dance hoping you will be mine

I dance for the love

I dance with words to say
I dance all day

I dance for the love

I dance even when you leave
I dance and still believe

I dance for the love

poem by Amy Lee
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Second Sunday...

february is fickle
one gets inside a room, closes the door,
and spreads the mat and
turns off the light, but february does not
sleep, it boasts of love
till dawn,
there is an exit door at the left side
of the room
covered by a waterfall and
the sound of
birds mating, you know, calls, like that,

somehow, february is fun,
funny, makes the hearts of lonely people beat again,
dances under the moon,
begins to love again the rain at midnight
plucking rusty guitar strings
and kissing moonbeams
passionate as the
night blanketing the tall trees
erect to the
cold.

i like february, but i have none
for now.
the second sunday may prove
myself wrong,

she is coming, literally.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Experiment

Look how these colors come together
Come with me now
Let's fly forever
And practice never falling

You've gotten carried away with this
The shaman's dance
The romantic bliss
These things must never end

It's good that he dances in circles
And spins
So we can see the begining again
And feel this in our souls

Dance the dance with furious precision
And soon we'll find
The right religion
Or perhaps a new one

Answers are so hard to find
They lie in wait
For an abstract mind
Welcome to our experiment

poem by Jeremy Michael Gregory
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