Petals I Kindle

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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#75 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Of this world…

A face lay there in eternal sleep,
No smile.
No frown.
I wonder,
“After all, smiles and frowns are of this world”.

HAIKU: MUSIC IN YOUR HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

MUSIC IS HIDING

Walnut

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Poetry dances me,
with its incorrigible vice.
In the beauty of silence
naked jawbones crack,
a fleshless shudder.

A Dance in the Rain…

Painted by Me

When you take me in your arms, i forget all my pain

Beautiful are such times that i can’t ever complain

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Demimondaine

Her midriff is a rumba, she skims the dance club’s lights, flitty beetle
with a hard shell and the taste of vegemite,

and the musk of a jaguar; of all these people crammed here
she has the strongest bite.

Blood on their Hands

First published on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on March 12, 2018

Behind the hearty laughter
Lurked depression sinister
As everyone looks for an answer
After the terrible disaster
What were the missed signs
Was this part of a design

DANCING LIKE A CHILD

By Charles Robert Lindholm

They Call Me Crazy
When They See
Me Dancing
Like A Child

HAIKU: THE PIED PIPER BREEZE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Pied Piper breeze

#75 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Slow Dance

My land was carved in a slow dance
Glacier in, glacier out

Night Music

Will you dance with me

in this silvery pool

of moonlight

that falls across

your face

like a watered silk?

Dance

While algae’s greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.

Dancefloor

If the world was our dancefloor,
and the DJ could set us free..
If music was the language of our soul,
how different would it be?

Wild Ballet

 

Wild Ballet

Today I was witness
to Baryshnikov and Nureyev
in a wild ballet. Such grace!
Such nerve! Such beautiful leaps
as they chased each other
across the meadow stage.

Heated Haiku

Tongues intertwining
Dance in primal ecstasy.
Place another log.

 

 

Is she

It is hollow sounding
once struck-
then resonant, tones

A Dance With Poetry

Like a velvet ribbon

Wrapped around perfect silk

You burst into my world

Soaking me into your intricate softness.

Flamingos

You have got to love
Flamingos, their saucy moves
Ladies in high heels

Slippy

With three thousand other people
At the Dome’s packed concert hall
We in anticipation waited
For the virtual curtain call

“What Sparkling Cider and Joplin Can Do”

The piano winks the notes from some

Invisible box,

And the tune wears soft frills and Chiffon

Like a sassy two-tone shoe kicking up

Gaiety and tipsy memories.

Acrostic poem: Pillows

P– Plumping pillows

I– Inviting sleep so

L– Lay down your head

L– Let dreams dance

O– Over your soul

W– Waltzing with the angels ‘til

S– Sunrise wakes slumber

© Pillows 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Uncontaminated

Break the seal
the aroma of fresh coffee
triggers a memory
of first date.

Cut the lawn
the lusciousness of new mown grass
harvests the gentleness
of your smile.

small ways (song/rap)

In small ways we fight
In small ways delight
We bring sense to the senses
With music, and dance,
With art, give it a chance
To change your mind
Or point of view
Change what you do
And how you do it
To make positive the world
And your path through it.

Silvern Shadows

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besides this little pool
this little pool of silvern shadows
there sits
two of the finest little creatures
you are ever likely to see

one whose wings are so very fragile
almost see-through in their
pinkenish
pastel
honeyed
ever so slightly
silverish
with tiny tiny
tiny ripples of rhythm
as they flutter in her happiness
at being besides this
little pool of silvern shadows
holding hands with

The Dancers

 

We watch them dance,

swirl, twirl,

and collapse in each others arms.

We sip saccharine sodas

and make polite comments

on the music, food, dancers,

whatever our listless gaze

falls desperately upon.