krazzy
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 |  Subject: poem by a friend of a friend-soulful  Thu May 29, 2008 1:47 am | |
| dance i say, dance
when the world
forgets yr name
dance
when there's no one to hold u
when not even a scent makes claim
on yr haggard body
dance like bad memories don't exist
lose yrself
become green like tall grass
offer your gracious shelter
to wild flowers
of yellow scarlet indigo purple
when torrents of the rarely voiced
seldom heard, stuffed down
feelings come up from yr throat
like rotten milk
dance
to release the sting of their ache
a simple wave
a stroke, a turn, a hop
sway them hips for no good reason
but to be in charge
of yr own damn movement
dance i say
dance dance dance |
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Mrs.JAY
 
Age : 29
Joined : 05 Apr 2008
Posts : 306
Location : Minnesota
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| | Subject: Re: poem by a friend of a friend-soulful Thu May 29, 2008 2:05 am | |
| | Nice |
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gadyu
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Posts : 1987
Location : Watanga, Minnesota
Say Whatever : “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the tru
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| | Subject: Re: poem by a friend of a friend-soulful Thu May 29, 2008 2:11 am | |
| | Deeeeeeep.....err and deeper... |
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bellah
Joined : 03 Apr 2008
Posts : 1070
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| | Subject: Re: poem by a friend of a friend-soulful Thu May 29, 2008 3:14 am | |
| | Great poemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...Dancing is good and i notice most women who can take exercise let to use dancing as their part lor exercise. |
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candygirl
Joined : 31 Mar 2008
Posts : 4469
Location : Monrovia, Liberia
Say Whatever : Laughter is the best medicine
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| | Subject: Re: poem by a friend of a friend-soulful Thu May 29, 2008 9:40 pm | |
| | krazzy wrote: | dance i say, dance
when the world
forgets yr name
dance
when there's no one to hold u
when not even a scent makes claim
on yr haggard body
dance like bad memories don't exist
lose yrself
become green like tall grass
offer your gracious shelter
to wild flowers
of yellow scarlet indigo purple
when torrents of the rarely voiced
seldom heard, stuffed down
feelings come up from yr throat
like rotten milk
dance
to release the sting of their ache
a simple wave
a stroke, a turn, a hop
sway them hips for no good reason
but to be in charge
of yr own damn movement
dance i say
dance dance dance |
i like this.....
thanks for sharing Krazzy
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Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards."
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