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Dancing - a repost from #1
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Dancing - a repost from #1 |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion 
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Since I love romance so much, and women in general are such wonderful creatures, I just had to post this poem again. She needs him and she wants him, and she can have him now, But she waits demurely, as he wonders with furrowed brow, "Does this angel want me? Is this part of the dance?" She'd be his forever if he'd the courage to take the chance. She lifts her hand and brushes her hair off to one side, As if it were an auburn curtain framing her azure eyes. She lifts her gaze up to him, and lets her smile beguile, The boy inside the man, who's confused by self-denials. A teasing dance begins at the corners of her mouth, As she tips her head coquettishly and lets her tongue dart out. The invitation's sent, but he fails to read the news, He simply gazes at her smile, doubting and confused. She's told him in so many ways, in the language of romance, That she is his to love and hold, if he'd join her in the dance. But dancing requires a partner who will step out on the floor And lead with measured grace as though he's led before. She begins to wonder if the years had dimmed the blush, From the bloom of her youth that had graced her with its touch. She's clearly announced to him that she awaits his longing arms, Her every message punctuated by her feminine charms. Women are wonderful dancers, swaying in perfect time, We men are oft oblivious to the rhythm or the rhyme. Women dance with passion because courtship is their soul, While we stand by in childish fear of what we can't control. The music is unmistakable for those who pause to hear, But too often a lifetime love is lost by a man's unacknowledged fears. For it isn't in the message, but the medium in which it's sent, That the dance's invitation may miss the one for whom it's meant. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Perhaps the fear of spectacle is what prevents the dance, But I agree, despite the odds, one has to take the chance. Sometimes, the smile is not embraced because wings are shorn, And dancing demands we face exposure to the morn. But when the arms are genuine, strong of heart and soul, replete, the music and the step, partnered halves are whole. ~KL What a wonderful poem you left us to peruse! ~KL |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
There is nothing like a dance together either to get two closer together in so many ways. Loved this one. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
How nice to see the "man's eye view" for us ladies.. Thanks, LJA.. and nice to see you. Say hello to that lovely lady for me..  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
boy this was back from a LONG time ago! Makes me feel old LOL |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I well remember this one. I am sure it is in one of my three ring note books. Thanks for bringing it back.You have a lot of others that should be reposted here. You are only one small part scaly wag and mostly good heart. latearrival |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Damn illiterate! Somebody smack that boy upside his head. An excellent read and write. Reading this, I've got a feeling I've missed an invitation or two in my youth. Thankfully I've had a steady partner these past 20 years and she's pretty good at spelling things out in plain English. Peace to you and yours. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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