Lose Yourself To Dance
A Voo Creation
March 2019
I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Sunday, January 8, 2023
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
SO WE GOT A LITTLE CRAZY
So We Got a Little Crazy
So we got a little crazy
When the clock struck twenty-three
As the waiters in their penguin suits
Served champagne to you and me.
"Come here often?" asked your dark eyes
"No, not once." replied my own
"Then, you're lost and I have found you."
"Can I escort you back home?"
"You're a bold one aren't you, darling?"
"No, I'm really kind of shy."
And we did a silent tango
As you looked me in the eye.
"Care to dance?" you asked politely
As you pulled me to the floor
"No, not really." I protested
"I don't do dancing anymore."
"Is that a fact, now?" as you swirled me
And my hips began to sway
Your hand gliding down my bare back
As inhibitions fled away.
"More champagne?" you breathed in my ear
"I dare not." I tried to speak
But you pulled me closer to you
And my lips fell on your cheek.
"Waiter, bring another bottle!"
Sliding back the velvet chair
And we talked for thirty hours
Till no waiters waited there.
Then I sat on the piano
As you played "Tenderly" for me
In your bare-feet and my bare-feet
Till the clock struck eighty-three.
I was just in town for four days
You were just in town for ten
And you had no time for chasing
And I had no time for men.
But there was something in your dark eyes
And the way you sang a song
Made me wish I had a songbook
And that I could sing along.
Round 'bout dawn we heard a bell chime
And a sleeping waiter's snore
We put our shoes on and we tiptoed
Through the room and out the door.
In the shadow of the awning
You pulled me to you in the mist
Kissed my mouth with such conviction
That I knew that I'd been kissed.
"It's been great." I murmured softly
"Yes." you said with some delay
Then we got a little crazy
And both turned and walked away.
©by Voo
April 11, 09
11:35 p.m.
TENDERLY on piano......I love this
To keep the music on any video playing..
right click on the picture and click on Loop.
That's all you have to do. Plays as long as
you want without restarting it!!!
So we got a little crazy
When the clock struck twenty-three
As the waiters in their penguin suits
Served champagne to you and me.
"Come here often?" asked your dark eyes
"No, not once." replied my own
"Then, you're lost and I have found you."
"Can I escort you back home?"
"You're a bold one aren't you, darling?"
"No, I'm really kind of shy."
And we did a silent tango
As you looked me in the eye.
"Care to dance?" you asked politely
As you pulled me to the floor
"No, not really." I protested
"I don't do dancing anymore."
"Is that a fact, now?" as you swirled me
And my hips began to sway
Your hand gliding down my bare back
As inhibitions fled away.
"More champagne?" you breathed in my ear
"I dare not." I tried to speak
But you pulled me closer to you
And my lips fell on your cheek.
"Waiter, bring another bottle!"
Sliding back the velvet chair
And we talked for thirty hours
Till no waiters waited there.
Then I sat on the piano
As you played "Tenderly" for me
In your bare-feet and my bare-feet
Till the clock struck eighty-three.
I was just in town for four days
You were just in town for ten
And you had no time for chasing
And I had no time for men.
But there was something in your dark eyes
And the way you sang a song
Made me wish I had a songbook
And that I could sing along.
Round 'bout dawn we heard a bell chime
And a sleeping waiter's snore
We put our shoes on and we tiptoed
Through the room and out the door.
In the shadow of the awning
You pulled me to you in the mist
Kissed my mouth with such conviction
That I knew that I'd been kissed.
"It's been great." I murmured softly
"Yes." you said with some delay
Then we got a little crazy
And both turned and walked away.
©by Voo
April 11, 09
11:35 p.m.
TENDERLY on piano......I love this
To keep the music on any video playing..
right click on the picture and click on Loop.
That's all you have to do. Plays as long as
you want without restarting it!!!
Monday, December 26, 2022
Let Me Not As Other Men
Let Me Not As Other Men
Let me not as other men,
Turn my face from hurt
From beggars with their empty hands,
Digging in the dirt.
Let me not as other men,
Lock myself away
In shelters, safe while homeless folk
Walk the streets all day.
Let me not as other men,
Toast, with rarest wine
And can't be bothered to spare a crumb
From banquets where I dine.
Let me not as other men,
Ignore the cries of pain
Coming from the little ones
Who won't go home again.
Let me not as other men,
Pass the dead-eyed faces
Of people who have lost it all
And dropped out of their races.
Let me not as other men,
Sneer at the reservations
Those ghettos full of broken spirits
Descendants of proud nations.
Let me not as other men,
View girls as less than boys
Use, abuse and then refuse
And throw them away like toys.
Let me not as other men,
Forget from whence I came
And set up kingdoms for myself
And play a rich man's game.
Let me not as other men,
Turn my back on love
That diamond that is still mined here
But formed by God above.
Let me not as other men,
Disdain the world around me
Who wandered deaf and dumb and blind
And lost till someone found me.
Let me not as other men,
Leave here not knowing why
And for what purpose I was born
Before I lay down and die.
Let me not as other men,
Die lonely and alone
Buried in a crypt of gold
That will never be my home.
Let me not as other men,
Though I am as weak as they
Leave this world a far worse place
When my footprints fade away.
©by Voo
July 6, 2011
11:40 p.m.
ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER RECORDED
WHAT GOOD AM I BY TOM JONES
IT INSPIRED THIS POEM...........
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ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER RECORDED
WHAT GOOD AM I BY TOM JONES
IT INSPIRED THIS POEM...........
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Birds In Cages
Birds In Cages
Like birds in cages, poets, we
Feel the constriction
Feel the confined allocation
Feel the terror of the bars
Be they gilded or gold.
Like birds in cages, poets, we
The thought writers
The thought readers
The thought muses
Write until we can write no more.
Like birds in cages, poets, we
The loving but skillfully living unloved
Souls, divided yet fuller than most
Compose our sonnets, find our voices
And in our cages, from broken hearts, we sing.
©by Voo
July 14, 07
Like birds in cages, poets, we
Feel the constriction
Feel the confined allocation
Feel the terror of the bars
Be they gilded or gold.
Like birds in cages, poets, we
The thought writers
The thought readers
The thought muses
Write until we can write no more.
Like birds in cages, poets, we
The loving but skillfully living unloved
Souls, divided yet fuller than most
Compose our sonnets, find our voices
And in our cages, from broken hearts, we sing.
©by Voo
July 14, 07
Goofy Things and Quotes
Be brief, no matter how long it takes!
"Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.”
"Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?"
"Success is just failure that hasn't happened yet."
“I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.”
“The capacity for friendship is God's way of apologizing for our families.”
“It could be that your purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others.”
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”
“Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes the reason is you're stupid and make bad decisions.”
Cockman-Dickman
Just when Ms. Cockman thought she was finally about to get rid of the horrible surname that had plagued her youth, she went and fell in love with this guy. Talk about jumping out of the frying pan and into the flame.
The Poore-Sapp wedding
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