Letters From The Wasteland

Now coming down
Out of this swandive to your arms
I make no sounds
Wheni move thru your reservoirs
I wake up quick
I wake up sick
As you abandon me
Into these fields of rank and file
Thru this cloudi hear you breathing
Thru these barsi watch them bring more in
Nowi send back letters from the wasteland home
Last slowdance to this romance on my own
May take two to tango, but boy it takes one to let go
It just takes one to let go.
Now boy keep still
Dont spread yourself around
Get back in line
Eat your bread
And just work the ground
cause youre not through

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Letters From The Wasteland

Now coming down
Out of this swandive to your arms
I make no sounds
Wheni move thru your reservoirs
I wake up quick
I wake up sick
As you abandon me
Into these fields of rank and file
Thru this cloudi hear you breathing
Thru these barsi watch them bring more in
Nowi send back letters from the wasteland home
Last slowdance to this romance on my own
May take two to tango, but boy it takes one to let go
It just takes one to let go.
Now boy keep still
Dont spread yourself around
Get back in line
Eat your bread
And just work the ground
cause youre not through

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Beatnik Daydream

Beatniks waltz down Main
Fox trots at their shadows feats
As ‘Dog’ barks ‘Howl’ as a Lions Mane
Fox tangos down the street to beats

The Fox is who reads dreams
Of anti American (truly American)
‘America’ busts through the seams
At ‘City Lights’ place your own tin can

Rattle kachink sparks thought that rambles
Fill life, Real life, Fights of mind winning battles
Freeing mind from time and matter’s
Only illusion which ignorance straddles

‘Golden Eternity’ rings through all
Though population justly defines
It as sun through eyelids during a fall
Life forgetting life reclines

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poem by Christopher Fladd
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It Would Not Feel For Me Right

It would not feel for me right,
If I could live over...
My life.
Or show that I could be more polite,
Than those opposing that I chose,
What I do because it is liked.

And,
It would not feel for me right,
If I slept peacefully and deep at night.
When others around me knew hunger,
And I had not a problem with my appetite.

It would not feel for me right,
If I pretended to dislike flying kites.
Since if I had a bike I would try to fly a kite,
And not get entangled.

It would not feel for me right,
If I slept peacefully and deep at night...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Memory

Your coffin was carried
slowly through,
the door where, you had stood
many times greeting others.
Now we greeted you,
your remains, for you are gone.
Your friends cried because
it was true,
Goula was dead.

Actress, poet, whom Kennelly
read with joy, a painter,
wife and animal lover.
Leaving food for the fox in winter,
the stray cat through the open
kitchen window comes,
the dog runs to meet his sitter.

Your Civil Defence friends
gathered in honour

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poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Tango For Two

Tango for Two.

On internet I looked up dancing in Algarve, got ballet
dance and dance schools, those were out, lap dance
too which is even more embarrassing, a girl on your
lap jumping up and if you don’t get an erection due
to your knees hurting the girl will feel offended and
tell the audience that you are impotent; and it beats
me why she want to humiliate the poor punter who
has paid for this salacious make believe intercourse.

Maybe it has to do with pride, professional honour,
the woman may feel that she is a failure if she can’t
get her client exited; so why do I care? I just want to
go to a place and sway to the tango remember
a warm night in Buenos Aires 1945 after being stuck
on German u-boat for months knowing the war was
lost, and get some exercise too, is that too much to
ask a wintery Saturday night in Algarve.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Le Palais Des Glaces (House of Mirrors)

“Les Parapluies De Harringey! ”

“Ah, Camberwell...Mon Amour! ”

“Last Tango In Brixton! ”

“Last Year in Holloway! ”

All over London
we lived our love

as if it were
a classic French movie.

Ah, mais...qui!

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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With Poetry

With poetry
I have found a purpose

With poetry
things just seem easier

With poetry
words will dance the tango

With poetry
I can put meaning to my thoughts

With poetry
I can ramble on and on

With poetry
everything is easier

poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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I Can't Yodel On a Horse

Keep this in mind...
I wear my sox,
And tie my shoes.
Do you?
Hip hop and fox trot?
Tango and bop?
Don't worry if you don't!
I can't yodel on a horse.
And I am willing to bet...
That is your area of expertise.
You just look so confident.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tango

Dance with me and let's tango,
dance with me and just feel my sweat,
our body so close together,
as we sway do you remember,
last night loving heat was devine,
it just that you blew my mind,
and another bottle of wine,
do you remember.

poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Tango In Argentina

Tango in Argentina
It was eons ago, in Buenos Aires, many of us around a table at a cafe
I can’t remember why I was there think it was something to do with
buying race horses. A woman asked me up to dance I first declined,
shyness is my bane, after prodding I trotted up on the dance floor.
The band played a tango, not that I hadn’t dance before, mother was
a dance teacher, something happened, I forgot about my timidity
just danced floating on a cloud of pleasure. We’re alone on the floor,
when the music stopped, applause. Back at our table dad gave me
a glass of wine, the dream continued. I wanted to marry Dona Juanita,
my dancing partner; dad said no, she was married and too old for me.
But I have never since been able to emulate the magic of the moment
When I see a colt galloping across the pampas I know of the physical
pleasure it feels, once it was me feeling exuberant and timeless in
a world of everlasting youth.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Day Of The Elderly

they gather this morning
at the park
and had a marathon,

and then they shared
dinner with the mayor
having dried fish
and steamed rice

and then they dance
the kuracha and the
tango
as others sing the
old songs

how nice is the color
of the sunset

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Devotion

Devotion

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Wednesday, April 14,2010 @8: 31 PM

Our winters never it snowed

Autumn’s leafs never yellowed

No longer days overshadowed

In merriment we often wallowed

Temperament’s high strong now mellowed

Sweet wine of live once flowed

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poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Mrs Tinkledrip's Demise

Mr Alfreds was saddened
by Mrs Tinkledrip's demise.

She had the two rooms
along the hall from his.

She had music playing
from some old gramophone

most of the day, old dance music,
foxtrots, tangos, waltzes and all

and he was sure he could hear
her footsteps some days

along the floor, tap taping
and soft shuffling.

Mr Alfreds went
and painted her kitchen

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poem by Terry Collett
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Rudi And Me Doing The Tango

I watch dancing on TV – So You Think You
Can Dance and Strictly Come Dancing, and I
dream – that is Rudi and me doing the tango,
there we go, entranced in a dreamy waltz, here
we come in an exciting Bossa Nova, then we
do a fast Foxtrot, Rudi is laughing at me, he
says he would never dance like that, sway his
hips, playing tricks, I pout and say I want to
dance again with him; so he waltzes me to his
bedroom, he says the only dance he really likes
is a tango for two flat in bed, when he gets to
feed his eyes, lips, hands and tongue on his
partner’s gyrating body parts, he makes me
laugh; I bite at him and complain it’s not a
dance when lying down, he says I asked for
it and drags me off into the kitchen where he
exhibits his culinary skills and gourmet taste
in quite a novel way, given the main dish is
me, Louise Tredoux, the Pastor’s daughter,
oh, how I’ve fallen from quiet religious con-

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Tango....

life must be a tango
it is a step forward and
another step backward
the woman bends
gracefully
so the man sees
what beauty lies
there
the man stands proud
about this
human combination
one must give
and the other takes
one voluntarily
surrenders
and the other
takes care of
the rest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Morning Streets

Muddied pools soak shoes
on grey pavements
as men in suits walk by
and children's voices squeak.

I sit inside a metal box,
a small car (Eco friendly)
reliving last night's sexy treats
a saucy smile on my lips.

Mothers run their kids to school,
workmen whistle, loud and rude
but all I muster is
a sleepy stare.

Traffic roars as rain cascades,
fashion trends float by,
as mindless plebs dropp litter
on the streets.

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Old Song

If love had sung inside
of us, maybe we would
have heard it. You know,
my darling, that love never
sings, never, until it is required.
Even if it had sung inside
of us like an old flamenco
tango, we would still have
learned to dance its sorrow.
You know so well that to dance
and to go on is all we can do.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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All Those Things Solely Defied

interpretation upon such a vague sight
the edges of hearing the rims of taste
a tango lost in passions soul lonely dance
bitter sweet moved towards the light
Rubicon crossed in a single rock to waste
both words and silence soul lonely trance

to write a poem all made of past
to make any crossing eternity last

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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After the Earthquake

After the first astounding rush,
after the weeks at the lake,
the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks,
the snow breaking under our boots like skin,
& the long mornings in bed. . .

After the tangos in the kitchen,
& our eyes fixed on each other at dinner,
as if we would eat with our lids,
as if we would swallow each other. . .

I find you still
here beside me in bed,
(while my pen scratches the pad
& your skin glows as you read)
& my whole life so mellowed & changed

that at times I cannot remember
the crimp in my heart that brought me to you,
the pain of a marriage like an old ache,

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poem by Erica Jong
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