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| 4 Fun Poem Contest Trois
Posted: 3/27/2005 8:14:51 PM | A Fun Poem Contest off and running again !
Your Imagination and Creative Caps will need to be on tonight and in the next couple Days !
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Rules like before:
Contest begans tonight Sunday at 11:15 eastern standard time. RIGHT NOW !!!!
Each poem entered must be submitted by Wednesday 30th, noon eastern standard time.
Its all in fun. So pick your Topics - there are 6 topics, you can choose 2 topics to write on.
Only 1 will get you a WIN !
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1> My Feet are Jiggling Like Jello but My Arms are Straight
2> As the Wolves Howl The Sun Rises
3> How Could You Leave Me and Stay True to My Heart
4> Lips, Hips and Finger Tips
5> Death Opened the Door and It Cracked
6> Good to The Last Drop and Sweetened
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All those who wish to enter - should know the voting is done in a new thread
- votes will be caculated and the winner will be announced in the winning thread. | |
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Posted: 3/27/2005 8:36:49 PM | oy yeah forgot to mention
I wont be entering this one 
But you all have fun, and I cant wait to read you ALL !!!!! | |
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Posted: 3/27/2005 11:40:43 PM | As the wolves howl the sun rises
to begin the hunt bountiful surprises
the prey flees cutting down their sizes
as the wolves howl
another sun rises
Freedoms on the run again,open ranges ahead
to run with the pack or to run with the dead
never easy to leave the den,the comfort of a bed
but the winds blow through these passages read
Superstitious ledgends shared
through times of long ago
the truths of life so often bared
as the winds of change blow
and a new legend is now dared
called out to finally know
and to never again be scared
as the wolves howl
another sun rises
ReEFerJoNeZz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 12:02:55 AM | AS THE WOLVES HOWL THE SUN RISES
Third floor of your slum tenement
where the walls are sweating, the cold cement
is a blank rebuke of this midnight tryst,
the moon obscure in a blanket of mist.
I wonder if you can even pay your rent.
You're over me now, crying out your poor heart.
Your hips I'm holding, and just as you start
shaking and coming, I feel displaced
as your hot, bitter tears fall on my averted face.
I remember the toughs in the bar saying, "hey, tart!"
You're coming again, crying through who knows
what terrors of memories you'll never show
your forsaken world these feral, squalid nights
of angry pick-up drunks looking for a fight.
The festering wound in your soul just grows.
Finally, a last whimper, you roll over, sleep and snore
as my feet feel tentatively for the cold, cluttered floor.
Bless you, fukked up wastrel, love yourself well.
The people on the other side of these walls could tell
a mangled vortex of this blistering hotel core.
I'm out on the street, the air is damp and frozen.
Most good burghers of this town are still dozin'.
As the bar wolves howl in demented sleep, the sun rises
awakening the respectable ones to their hoped-for surprises.
I hope some day on the side of life she has chosen. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 3:44:16 AM | Both two different views and fantastically done 
I was a little worried about this contest, thought some would find it a wee bit too much, and participation would be low, you two just proved me wrong.
Way to go guys !!!!  | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 5:10:12 AM | Good Job so far you two....
Boy I really have to think hard on this one...not sure if my mind will be able to come up with something..we shall see...
Thanks for wolf for putting another one on, they are entertaining and a learning experience all in one..
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 5:19:37 AM | How Could You Leave Me and Stay True to My Heart
How have I achieved thee,did you know from the start
left me to wander blindly stumble following your chart
I'll do all that I can do for you
before our time to part
Have cursed your name outloud to you
dared for you to come
how I said those words to you
allways remain your son
Why did you let me wonder why
why did you let me kiss the sky
if only I could ever lie
my truths now spoken before I die
Journeys come but rarely end
for this my debts to you
paths now twisting start to bend
your love for me my glue
How could you leave me
stay true to my heart
my promise now
we'll never part
ReEFerJoNeZz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 6:12:15 AM | Death Opened the Door and It Cracked
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The reaper's blade flashed it's intent at my door
Taking the one I loved, the one I'd give my life for
Bony finger pointing as it smiled it's painted grin
Tearing out my soul with molten lava from within
Standing over my kin with it's greedy, lusting heart
Knowing that to seperate us would tear my world apart
Nudging open my door it beckoned me to follow
I closed my eyes and shook my head, much too hard to swallow
Death opened my door and wide open it cracked
As it leapt with a flurry and my brother it attacked
Took his life and stole his soul and left silently as a thief
Left me here with peices of nothing and now I can only grieve
I vowed my revenge on that July morning that I would find a way
To track down Death and return the favor and make that fucker pay
It's books were wrong, it wasn't his time, someone made a mistake
That can be the only reason, the truth is more than I can take
The time is coming when it will be my turn and what a treat Death will get
All the chips are down and the money's on the table, and I've placed my final bet
For in one hand a scale with justice for none, in the other the dagger of lies
And at the last second I'll rip out his black heart and kiss him as he dies in surprise | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 6:16:01 AM | well done tera, I can feel it came right from your heart...if you ever need to talk, please come to me, I am a good listener....
anyway....this is my first entry....sigh I fear this one will be a hard challenge for me...lol
Lips Hips and Fingertips
Ignite my passion and sear my soul
Touch my body making it whole
Caress my skin with your mouth and tongue
Whisper in my ear I am the only one
Need to please me want so much to show
To teach me about my body all the pleasure I need to know
My body arches when you touch its heart
Feeling I am torn into two separate parts
One is afraid of the pain the other wants more
Not wanting to lose this feeling letting my body soar
Soaring to a place feeling the pleasure that has just begun
With your lips hips and fingertips I am lost and become undone
Your caress heals my heart and captures my soul
Making me feel loved wanted and whole
Lips hips and fingertips caress more then my skin
Gentle caresses placed upon my soul my heart you did win
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 7:30:17 AM | have you heard of that new gay midget poet?
he finally has come out of the cupboard!!
sorry a lil off topic....... | |
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| Lips, Hips and Fingertips
Posted: 3/28/2005 8:34:34 AM | It wasn't that I was weaving,
Nor the hand over my eye.
It was my trouble in percieving,
The Police trying to get by.
I was hoping for a warning,
As I pulled over to the side,
But at two thirty in the morning,
Being drunk is hard to hide.
The first thing about the officer,
I noticed was her lips,
Then how the uniform fit her,
From the neck down to her hips.
I mentioned she had my consent,
To strip search me right there,
I complimented her choice of scent,
And the appearance of her hair.
She drove me to the station,
I cried every moment of the way,
My eyes feeling the sensation
Of being full of pepper spray.
Thus she used my fingertips
Despite my subtle hints
Not to touch her lips and hips
But to ink and roll for prints | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 8:37:07 AM | | d*mn ,....that was good and freakin funny too!!!!gonna be tough as allways! | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 8:44:57 AM | Thanxs.
One day I'll be a "serious" poet - laugh!
Just for the record - I've never been arrested (for DUI) or anything else.
Actually, thinking about it, d*mn I'm LUCKY!!!!
Nice job by all you guys though. I enjoyed reading them. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 8:51:06 AM | | ive never been convicted of a crime.....nor have i been placed in front of a judge..have commited a few in my time though.......times past now gone forever...but the cops have their own private records on me im sure | |
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| Lips, Hips and Fingertips
Posted: 3/28/2005 2:09:20 PM | Very good write Cameldriver...nice to be able to bring laughter into poetry....all emotions should be able to be written about in verse...good job...
Well I worked at it today,wanted to use the brain while it was actually working...lol...so here is my second and final entry...whew...
Death opened the door and it cracked
The morning sun rose the air was crisp and clean
Pondering the thoughts in my head about what I had just seen
It was late last afternoon walking home in the park
Hoping to get past the forest before the sky turned dark
Walking at a brisk pace focusing on the road ahead
Not noticing the darkness fall or the fresh gravel bed
Stumbling onto my knees hurting from the fall
Shaking with sudden fear as the wolves began to howl
Their shattering cries awakened the night
Making me cower and shake from fright
Struggling to get up glowing eyes pierced the dark
Holding my gaze intensely a voice began to talk
You’re in my world now the dark has pulled you in
Don’t try to fight my child there is no way you can win
Feeling my chest tighten the darkness closed around me
Longing fighting with all my strength for the light to see
Hands clawing at my face pulling me into the night
Whispering words of surrender saying things shall be all right
My strength is wavering I can’t hold on much more
Death is calling me to come to the open door
Pulling me closer, dragging me in Death opened the door and it cracked
A sharp howl echoed the night a sign that this soul he would lack
The voice from the night spoke this time you are saved from hell
But watch your back sweet child you will be mine only time will tell....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 7:19:23 PM | Eubonics version of "The Raven" By Edgar Allan Poe
(may not be eligible for your contest, but sure is fun)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak n weary,
Over many a quaint n curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napp'n, suddenly there came a tapp'n,
As of some one gently rapp'n, rapp'n at mah playa door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, Mobbin' at mah chamba door-
Only this, n nuttin' more."
Ah, distinctly I rememba it was in tha bleak Pimp
And each separate dying brotha wrought its ghost upon tha floor.
Eagerly I wished tha morrow;- vainly I had sought ta borrow
From mah books surceaze of sorrow- sorrow fo` tha lost Lenore-
For tha rare n radiant maiden whizzay tha angels nizzle Lenore-
Nameless here fo` evermore.
And tha silken sad uncertain rhymin' of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me wit fantastic terrors killa fizzy before;
So that now, ta still tha beat'n of mah heart, I stood repeat'n,
"'Tis some visitor entreat'n entrance at mah brotha door-
Some late visitor entreat'n entrance at mah chamba door;-
This it is, n nuttin' more."
Presently mah soul G-R-to-tha-izzew stronga; hesitat'n thiznen no playa
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly yo forgivizzles I implore;
But tha fiznact is I was napp'n, n so gently you came rhymin'
And so faintly you came tapp'n, pimpin' at mah playa door,
Thizzat I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide tha door;-
Darkness there, n nuttin' more.
Dizzy into thiznat darkness spendin' long I stood there wonder'n,
fear'n,
Doubt'n, dream'n dreams no mortals ever dared ta dream before;
But tha silence was unbroken, n tha stillness gizzle no token,
And tha only word there spoken was tha whispered W-to-tha-izzord, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, n an echo murmured back tha wiznord, "Lenore!"-
Merely thizzis, n nuttin' mizzle . Boom bam as I step
in the jam, God d*mn.
Bizzy into tha chamba turn'n, all mah soul witin me burn'n,
Soon again I heard a bustin' somewhat louda than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely tizzy is sum-m sum-m at mah window lattice:
Let me see, thizzay wizzy thereat is, n this mystery explore-
Let mah heart be stiznill a moment n this mystery explore;-
'Tis tha wind n nuttin' more."
Open here I flizzay tha gangsta when, wit many a flirt n
gangsta
In there stepped a stately raven of tha saintly days of yore;
Not tha least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, wit mien of lord or lady, perched above mah chamba door-
Perched upon a bizzy of Pallas jiznust above mah chamba door-
Perched, n sizzat, n nuttin' more.
Then this ebony bird beguil'n mah sad fancy into smil'n,
By tha grave n stern decorum of tha countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn n shaven, thou," I said, "izzy sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim n ancient raven wander'n from tha Nightly shore-
Tell me whizzat thy lordly name is on tha Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth tha Raven, "Nevermizzle
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl ta hizzy discourse so plainly,
Though its crazy ass nigga shawty mean'n- shawty relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agree'n thiznat no liv'n human being
Ever yet was blest wit mobbin' bird above his poser door-
Bird or beast upon tha sculptured bizzy above his drug deala door,
Wit such nizzy as "Nevermizzles
But tha raven, frontin' lonely on tha placid bizzust, spoke only
Tizzy one word, as if his soul in tizzle one word he did outpour.
Noth'n furtha then he uttered- not a featha then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more T-H-to-tha-izzan muttered, "otha niggaz hizzle flown
before-
On tha morrow he will leave me, as mah hopes hizzle fliznown before."
Thizzen tha bird said, "Nevermizzle
Startled at tha stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "whizzat it utta is its only stock n store,
Caught from some unhappy masta wizzle unmerciful Gangsta
Followed fast n followed fasta T-to-tha-izzill his songs one burden bore-
Tizzy tha dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bizzle
Of Playa nevermizzle
But tha Raven still beguil'n all mah fancy into smil'n,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, n bust n
door;
T-H-to-tha-izzen upon tha velvet sink'n, I betook me ta spendin'
Fancy unto fancy, think'n wizzy this ominous bird of yore-
Wizzle this griznim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt n ominous bird of yore
Meant in croak'n "Nevermizzle
This I sat engaged in mobbin' but no syllable express'n
To tha fizzowl whose fiery eyes now burned into mah bosom's core;
This n more I sat straight trippin' wit mah heezee at eaze reclin'n
On tha cushion's velvet lin'n thizzay tha lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lin'n wit tha lamplight perpetratin' o'er,
She shizzall press, ah, nevermore!
Thizzen methought tha air grew pimp perfumed fizzy an unseen ****
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on tha tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hizzy lent thee- by these angels he
hizzle siznent thee
Respite- respite n nepenthe, frizzay thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe n forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth tha Raven, "Nevermizzle
"Prophet!" said I, "th'n of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Playa Tempta sizzent, or pimp tempest tossed thee hizzle ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this hizzy by horror haunted- tizzle me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there bizzalm in Gilead?- tell me- tizzay me, I implore!"
Quoth tha Raven, "Nevermizzle
"Prophet!" said I, Hatin' of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By tizzle Heaven tizzy bends above us- by tizzle God we both adore-
Tizzy this soul wit sorrow laden if, witin tha distant Aidenn,
It shizzay cliznasp a sainted maiden wizzy tha angels name Lenore-
Cliznasp a rizzle n radiant maiden whizzom tha angels nizzle Lenore."
Quoth tha Raven, "Nevermizzle
"Be thizzat word our sizzign in part'n, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstart'n-
"Get thee bizzack into tha tempest n tha Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of thizzat lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave mah lonelizzles unbroken!- quit tha B-to-tha-izzust above mah dizzle!
Takes thy beak fizzle out mah heart, n takes thy F-to-tha-izzorm from off mah
door!"
Quoth tha Raven, "Nevermizzle
And tha Raven, neva flitt'n, still is sitt'n, stiznill is doggy stylin'
On tha pallid bust of Pallas just above mah chamba door;
And his eyes have all tha messin' of a demon's thiznat is dream'n,
And tha lamplight o'er him stream'n throws his shadow on tha
floor;
And mah soul F-R-to-tha-izzom out T-H-to-tha-izzat shadow tizzle lies
float'n on tha floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore! | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 7:27:36 PM |
My Feet are Jiggling Like Jello but My Arms are Straight
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Well this is another fine mess that you've gotten me into
Would you at least look around, and see what you can do?
To salvage this mess that we (well, you) have just made
Who'd have really thought that a skunk ought to be spayed?
Wow. I must say that this critter became incensed in a hurry
The hair on its back jumped up so fast (I never knew skunks to be so furry),
That this formerly docile polecat doubled to fully twice her former size
And made absolutely no effort at all to consider muffling her cries
She bared her teeth and looked for the nearest possible culprit
I swear to God, that when she saw me, she turned her head and spit!
Then I saw the paws dig deep into the ground, and I knew I was toast
If I was to be caught by this skunk, you can stick a fork in me and call me "Roast".
But you. You somehow managed to avoid detection, at least for the moment
Just long enough to find a place to hide before skunky finds your scent
Now, because of your fool actions, we're in serious trouble for not letting be.
How else can you explain why we're hanging precariously in this tree?
With a furiously angry skunk at the base, in a horribly pissed off mood.
Did you ever consider how she'll be able to have next year's brood?
Of course not, that's why 'Flower' is nipping at our heels just dangling like bait.
We've been up here so long that my feet are jiggling like jello, and my arms are straight.
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Posted: 3/28/2005 10:37:40 PM | As the Wolves Howl The Sun Rises
Address to the Souix Nation June 1876
“Tatanka Iyotaka is how you say my name
White men call me Sitting Bull.. Supposed to mean the same
I am here before you now, to speak of Many things
You All have seen the White man, and the trouble that he brings
You’ve seen your children starving, and your wives die of disease
Where once there were but one or two, now they fall like leaves
Even to the Black Hills, which is our hunting ground
They come here to destroy us…. Not the other way around
We have tried so many times to make our peace with them
Finally now we must fight… The question is of When
For years now we have listened to their promises and lies
Watched the treaties broken before the ink had dried
They have no sense of right or wrong only of their greed
Destroying every single thing to try and meet their needs
We are in a fight that we know we cannot win
For they are so many, and our ranks are growing thin
We’re here at Little Big Horn, and here we make our stand
They must walk through our blood, if they want this land
The truth of what I’m saying is right before your eyes
For Never have we Ever heard, wolves howl at sunrise”
Vale Tatanka Iyotaka {Sitting Bull} and everybody else who fought a fight they knew they couldnt win | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 12:01:44 AM | godamm those hip lips and fingertips
you make me stutter and slip
wanna take long trips
through
see if i can get to
if i can find that bust line
so fine
such a find
wanna take finger trips from your lips to your hips
i dont need no tripple AAA trip tick
just my magic stick
you best pack a brunch
start after dinner
but we'll break fast for lunch.
you lick your lips with your toungue
and my heart goes numb
my hearing goes dumb
my brain concedes
you won.
word to my moms
stop detonating your bombs
ok do it again and again
if this is sin
than its hell im in
lets stop for real
i can no longer conceal
the way,
and who
i want to feel.
Th30ry | |
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| My Feet are Jiggling Like Jello but My Arms are Straight
Posted: 3/29/2005 12:32:16 AM | My Feet are Jiggling Like Jello but My Arms are Straight
handcuffed above me as i ponder my fate
swinging from a meathook in some grimy place
feeling the drying of the blood on my face.
I trusted her, she said he'd be late
she said she would call me she said she would wait,
the dripping and ticking are keeping good pace
the hands on the clock, the blood from my face
they shimmered and glimmered as i ran thru the nite
not the stars in the skys no stars out tonight
diamond necklace in hand i ran and i ran
over the wall down the street to the blue and white van.
it wouldnt start so i got out to push it
then who do you think steps outta the bushes
my sparkplugs in hand and a grin on his jaw
a reflection of her in a puddle was the last thing i saw
I thought you had snitched to help yourself out
maybe its us he found out about
maybe it was a settup from the beggining
but what did it serve what could she be winning.
Italian necktie or cut off my hands
tie a chain to my feet drag me around with my van
cement shoes are probably my fate
but for now My Feet are Jiggling Like Jello but My Arms are Straight
Th30ry | |
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| How could you leave me and stay true to my heart
Posted: 3/29/2005 1:13:15 AM | My friend, she was jailed.
Oh, how we have all failed.?
She always smelled so good to me!
How I longed for her, to be set free.
She stood so tall, and gave to the wind.
Talking so softly, like to her best friend,
I love her, I hugged her, And I told her so.
By the look of her, She did not want to go.
And as the cop so roughly dragged her away.
I prayed to her creator for just one more day.
Remembering the trail of her red hairs in the sand.
I stooped down and gathered it all up in my hand.
Lighting my pipe, and watching her sweet smoke depart!
Thinking, How could you leave me and stay true to my heart?
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Posted: 3/29/2005 4:55:17 AM | How Could You Leave Me and Stay True to My Heart
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Tried so hard to always be perfect for you
it was never enough
Cut my hair the way you wanted
wore the clothes you thought I should
Stayed at home to keep your palace
chose my friends according to your criteria of none
Serviced you the way a woman should
shared me with your friends because you're so generous
Took the fall for you more times than I can count
whispered goodbye to my family when I was bought by you
Put my life on the line every day
to save what was left of yours
Stayed the weight you wanted
wore the makeup you chose
Was a good little girl for you
not that you noticed
No praise did I garner
no warm fuzzie words
Just backhanded blows
and horrors I can't utter with words
Kept like your useless pet
in an invisible cage
You asked how I could leave you
I asked how you could stay true to my heart
When you ripped my pants open
and drove my knees apart
Inflicted more terrors than you had before
stabbed me in my neck when I ran for the door
Docile enough to not question
but one day, there came rage
Eyes opened, truly seeing
no more denying my plight
Stark reality shown clearly
time to run for my life
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Posted: 3/29/2005 6:39:37 AM | My Feet Jiggling like Jello But My Arms are Straight
'Twas in September I remember it well
It was touted to be a great festival
People had come from near and far
By buses and coaches and train and by car
The weather, for Ireland was calm and serene
No rain in the forecast, tho' all was so green
There was a sense of excitement, anticipation
For the all Ireland "River Dance" Competition.
The judges were seated, they'd all had a toddy
And they called to the competitors that they were ready
And so by the numbers, drawn by chance
We stretched and waited for our turn to dance
As I looked at the dancers my heart flipflopped
They were an awesomely talented lot
Kicking high and dancing with passion
Tapping feet like it was in fashion.
Sure and there were some that were just not good
Their mammy's were cheering them on but it was sad
They danced so woodenly not feeling the beat
Just going through motions with lead feet.
So all at once I hear number 36
That was the number I had picked
Heart pounding, palms sweating, I take to the floor
To dance like I never have danced before.
The music began I took my first steps
My heart was pounding right there in my chest
But the music of Ireland flowed in my veins
And the steps I was dancing told stories of pain
Oh I kicked and I stepped each time with more feeling
The music made heart and soul reach for the ceiling
At each rythm change I turned and I soared
As though I was dancing above the floor.
Feet jiggling like jello, but my arms are straight
I go into the finale, the audience can't wait
End my performance, and as I do I hear
Applause, and the audience wildly cheer.
The Competition is done, the audience gone
I'm famous in Ireland I dance to the song
Of battles mighty, of sorrow's past
Now I am dancing, "Riverdance" | |
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