Showing posts with label tango. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tango. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Perfectly Blue





PAD Challenge Two-for-two Tues; Write a realism poem Write a magical poem


That magical moment
Clear out of the blue
When my heart skips a beat
At the thought of you

Jolt to reality
…bittersweet bliss
The grand realization
Of what no longer is

Tick-tock proof tango
Perfectly blue
One part me
The other part
You~

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Two-for-two Tuesday Tango with a Tempest





PAD challenge say 8: Two-for-two Tues.Write a violence poem. Write a peace poem

When you touch me you do not come in peace
Trembling I sense your demands; raging fire
Of need, expectation, passion; you release
The will of your want to my nervous desire
You do not care for my well-designed phrase
You are a hunter for virgin surprise
Scorning the whisper of weathered clichés
Spitting at fraudulent, fainthearted guise

‘Come to me. Leave me. Oh no, stay I pray,
I cannot bear to live without the storm
Of you ever splayed in relentless blue-gray
Tearing the cloth from my well-guarded form’
Tug-of-war tango, you teach me to dance
Willing the courage of word to my lips
Stripping the raiment of pride and pretense
From me with deft, impatient fingertips

Eager and fearful, I follow your lead
Blushing, yet begging we battle the air
Raw, potent tempest-tide rushes, recedes
Until we lie on noon's banks, naked, bare
Panting; the duel of courage and dread
Spent as a summer-storm; then only then
Tender and gentle you cradle my head
Placing in my bleeding fingers…a pen

© Janet Martin


Friday, January 18, 2013

Tug-of-war Tango





Oh, quell this eager, effervescent surge
Kissing my mouth while subtly it steals
Rending my heart while tenderly it heals
Author of love song, lullaby and dirge

Oh still the rampage of this ruthless stream
Luring the child from mother’s pleading eye
Yet, she has prayed her young-ling learns to fly
She will not snuff the splendor of a dream

Oh, quench the fount of moment-melody
May I have one more dance; curve melding curve?
Yet, one half-step is more than I deserve
Passion and pain align intricately

Oh, hold me close, for I cannot resist
The imminence of what is yet to be
And love is such a precious agony
Twixt farewell tears and waiting to be kissed

Oh tease me, tease me not, hold me, let go
I cannot bear, yet must endure its ploy
Of bitter-sweetest misery and joy
Wrought by the tempo of life's moment-flow

© Janet Martin

Friday, October 26, 2012

...As We Dance





Darling, oh come and dance with me
For time offers no guarantee
Today will soon be yesterday
And that’s how lifetimes slip away

See how fleet years of painted hope
Whisper upon the purple slope
Feel the breath-kiss of moments pass
A murmur on time’s trampled grass

Darling, how can we bear to waste
Love-moments as they glide in haste
Across the ball-room of the earth
Where seasons spill their meager mirth?

The cold wind broods upon the stones
In blue and moody undertones
The blush of youth, the crown of age
Will settle ‘neath time’s silver sage

Longing and loss and love impart
Their want in oceans of the heart
Fulfillment is a mystic glance
Bestowed in moments as we dance

© Janet Martin

Save the last dance for me...J~





Friday, July 13, 2012

Another Kind of Shadow-Tango...

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There is a shadow-tango
of another kind
when a memory, soft and tender
suddenly seizes the mind
and sweeps our passion
across the floor
of a ballroom that was
but is no more

J~

...as I wrote the previous tango poem another sort of tango gripped me...

Save the last dance for me... Michael Buble`

Shadow-Tango...a Skeltonic Poem


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Poetic Blooming Challenge; Skeltonic Poem

 Skeltonic verse is named after the poet John Skelton (1460-1529).   It consists of short rhyming lines that just sort of flow on from one rhyme to the next for however long one chooses.  Skeltonic verse generally averages less than six words per line.  The challenge is to keep short rhymes moving down the page, in an energetic and engaging way.


It is no small thing
When our pulses sing
As we absorb the thing
That thrills our souls
Filling us completely
And ever so sweetly
Fitting quite neatly
Into life’s little holes
For pleasure as this
Is a rare sort of bliss
A soft, sudden kiss
As it leaps from its place
Rousing desire
And fanning a fire
Its passion leaps higher
As its lines we trace
For the movement of quill
As it curves to the will
And the want of the thrill
Is an intimate dance
A tango of blood
A heart and mind flood
Oft misunderstood
By the hurrying crowd
But oh, ecstasy
When it’s just you and me
The poet; the poetry
I smile out loud

© Janet Martin

Friday, December 2, 2011

Torturous Tango



You don’t tell me what you’re thinking
And well, I guess I do the same
And I’m beginning to wonder
If this has turned into a game
You ask me how I am doing
I smile and say I’m just fine
I ask you what’s new in your world
And you hand me that worn-out line
“Oh, nothin’”
It’s a sad and a strange kind of two-step
A dull choreography
As words cover up the silence
Expanding between you and me
It’s a painful slow-motion tango
This dance that somehow we’ve begun
As you ask me what I am thinking
And I reply in monotone
“Oh, nothin’”
Empty words are like wall-paper
They simply cover up the truth
As we sit apart together
And speak of the weather, and food
Our eyes plead for a brave, new language
But somehow no one makes the first move
So we dance in the safety of habit
And ask each other what we want to do…
“Oh, nothin’”

Janet