Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd February 2014 2:16pm
WINNER
case28 (Alexander Case)
case28 (Alexander Case)
RUNNERS-UP:
caxton
and Austin_Rura
So You Think You Can Dance?
dance motherfucker dance
this is your last chance
put up your hands
I got a gun so Im the only one who makes demands
so what don't you understand?
im the only man with a plan
and ima make you
dance motherfucker dance
piss in your pants
when I shoot at the ants
at the bottom of your timberlands
make you move them cans do a hand stand, do a backflip
dance motherfucker dance, yeah go on that's it
"CLICK CLICK BLAM"
this is your last chance
put up your hands
I got a gun so Im the only one who makes demands
so what don't you understand?
im the only man with a plan
and ima make you
dance motherfucker dance
piss in your pants
when I shoot at the ants
at the bottom of your timberlands
make you move them cans do a hand stand, do a backflip
dance motherfucker dance, yeah go on that's it
"CLICK CLICK BLAM"
she be dancing for the Benjamins
girl grindin on the pole shes the one id recommend
enough to make a fool commit all seven sins
to take pleasure in
such a lovely specimen
drive back to my place wonderin if I should let her in
or just do our dirty dance in the car but that'll fuck up the leather then.
girl grindin on the pole shes the one id recommend
enough to make a fool commit all seven sins
to take pleasure in
such a lovely specimen
drive back to my place wonderin if I should let her in
or just do our dirty dance in the car but that'll fuck up the leather then.
DANCE WITH DEATH
In a farming village by the sea,
a beautiful maiden lives peacefully
Into the woods she wanders aimlessly,
then gather wood for fire,
and hunt for food— her daily meal.
The woods has gone dark,
but her chores are undone
As the skylark sings
telling her to return,
pitch-black night comes
before she can return.
She now must turn back
and return… return to her home.
Total darkness
consumes her winding path
She falls off the hill
away from the trail—
lost deeper into
the unforgiving woods.
When moonlight peeks
among the shadows
of towering trees;
she seeks refuge behind
from the pack of hungry wolves
ready to attack!
She waltzes around the tree,
trying to get free
from the first onslaught,
which caught her by the arm.
She shouts out to heaven,
fighting back bravely—
with her last ounce of courage,
rage storming
through her mind,
she dances left to right,
right to left,
and back and forth,
until she got tired
and was devoured
by the pack of hungry wolves.
Luna, the only silent witness
now afraid to peek
through the trees
wanting not to see
her gruesome death!
In a farming village by the sea,
a beautiful maiden lives peacefully
Into the woods she wanders aimlessly,
then gather wood for fire,
and hunt for food— her daily meal.
The woods has gone dark,
but her chores are undone
As the skylark sings
telling her to return,
pitch-black night comes
before she can return.
She now must turn back
and return… return to her home.
Total darkness
consumes her winding path
She falls off the hill
away from the trail—
lost deeper into
the unforgiving woods.
When moonlight peeks
among the shadows
of towering trees;
she seeks refuge behind
from the pack of hungry wolves
ready to attack!
She waltzes around the tree,
trying to get free
from the first onslaught,
which caught her by the arm.
She shouts out to heaven,
fighting back bravely—
with her last ounce of courage,
rage storming
through her mind,
she dances left to right,
right to left,
and back and forth,
until she got tired
and was devoured
by the pack of hungry wolves.
Luna, the only silent witness
now afraid to peek
through the trees
wanting not to see
her gruesome death!
FIRST DANCE
It was supposed to be our first dance
When you danced with someone I lost my chance
It's the much awaited moment we expected
Only to be spoiled, and no longer as excited
Forget about the first dance for it's not important
What really matters - you're never hesitant
To show the world that you are mine eternally
Despite the storms in our lives, we settled finally
Not by chance, but a bold stroke of fate
Had tamed the wind and flown your mate
From the western shores to your abode
Since then, we are always in a happy mode
We always dance every time we have a chance
Even without music at a moment's glance
Our heartbeats hum our favorite tune
Sounds romantic like the silvery moon
Now that it's Christmas time once again
We can dance all night even in the rain
Who cares about the smell of champagne
As long as you're with me on the next plane
Tonight we will paint the eastern sky white
And cast away your sorrows while in flight
Every tears you shed will fall glistening as snow
To cheer every lonely hearts and keep them aglow
I wish I could give you the whole world
To lessen the burden you're trying to unfold
Since we were given another chance
Can I have the final and last dance?
It was supposed to be our first dance
When you danced with someone I lost my chance
It's the much awaited moment we expected
Only to be spoiled, and no longer as excited
Forget about the first dance for it's not important
What really matters - you're never hesitant
To show the world that you are mine eternally
Despite the storms in our lives, we settled finally
Not by chance, but a bold stroke of fate
Had tamed the wind and flown your mate
From the western shores to your abode
Since then, we are always in a happy mode
We always dance every time we have a chance
Even without music at a moment's glance
Our heartbeats hum our favorite tune
Sounds romantic like the silvery moon
Now that it's Christmas time once again
We can dance all night even in the rain
Who cares about the smell of champagne
As long as you're with me on the next plane
Tonight we will paint the eastern sky white
And cast away your sorrows while in flight
Every tears you shed will fall glistening as snow
To cheer every lonely hearts and keep them aglow
I wish I could give you the whole world
To lessen the burden you're trying to unfold
Since we were given another chance
Can I have the final and last dance?
A Shattering Jade
He powdered and kohled more than usual. He was hiding the bruises on his face.
A naval officer arrived last night and fucked him. Played his face with his gun.
Dressed in flirt gloves and glittering gown, he danced. To the rhythm of their laughter.
A few men in their khaki uniforms. Game for a drag queen dance.
He learned Fawn Thai from his mother. He fluttered his hands like a moth.
Like the white silken filament that soared. Through the smoke and yellow lights.
He bent towards the stars, arms stretched, hands curved. The soldiers cheered and laughed.
Oh he loved this dance of the fingernails. But not like this, not this way.
He followed the moth through the hovel, waving his arms. It chose the man in the tunic.
Cheers and a hoot prompted the man to rise. They danced, the moth and the bomb.
The soldiers outside came in to watch. A spectacle had taken place.
The Queen of Siam and the Samurai of Satsuma. The drag queen of Chiang Mai.
He danced for his mother and the drafted sex slaves. He will not dance like this again.
With a final curve of his dying body. The clink and the triggering pin on his finger.
He stretched back his neck, breaking. The moth jittered into the firelight and burned.
Someone spat on his face and he closed his eyes. The sun swallowed their sins to ground.
He powdered and kohled more than usual. He was hiding the bruises on his face.
A naval officer arrived last night and fucked him. Played his face with his gun.
Dressed in flirt gloves and glittering gown, he danced. To the rhythm of their laughter.
A few men in their khaki uniforms. Game for a drag queen dance.
He learned Fawn Thai from his mother. He fluttered his hands like a moth.
Like the white silken filament that soared. Through the smoke and yellow lights.
He bent towards the stars, arms stretched, hands curved. The soldiers cheered and laughed.
Oh he loved this dance of the fingernails. But not like this, not this way.
He followed the moth through the hovel, waving his arms. It chose the man in the tunic.
Cheers and a hoot prompted the man to rise. They danced, the moth and the bomb.
The soldiers outside came in to watch. A spectacle had taken place.
The Queen of Siam and the Samurai of Satsuma. The drag queen of Chiang Mai.
He danced for his mother and the drafted sex slaves. He will not dance like this again.
With a final curve of his dying body. The clink and the triggering pin on his finger.
He stretched back his neck, breaking. The moth jittered into the firelight and burned.
Someone spat on his face and he closed his eyes. The sun swallowed their sins to ground.
Dancing a force of social change
The fifties and sixties were a time of rhythm
The youth led the quest for more freedom
Dancing styles continuously changed
Parallel to the way society was arranged
Traditional Jazz and Rock and Roll
Inspired dancing without control
The freedom to improvise whilst jiving
Outraged supporters of ballroom dancing
The fifties and sixties were a time of rhythm
The youth led the quest for more freedom
Dancing styles continuously changed
Parallel to the way society was arranged
Traditional Jazz and Rock and Roll
Inspired dancing without control
The freedom to improvise whilst jiving
Outraged supporters of ballroom dancing
It was at their wedding,
When first we danced.
You were a bridesmaid,
And I a groomsman.
We were expected to dance,
That first dance together,
And then,
Of course,
With others.
When first you were in my arms,
Our bodies fit together,
As if one,
And so we danced,
As if,
We were one.
Before that first dance,
Ended,
I asked you for a second one,
And also your name.
As that second dance ended,
I realized it had been,
Not the second we had,
Held each other,
Nor even the third,
But the fourth.
It was then,
I told you my name,
And ask for another dance.
Your smile,
And the way you melted,
Against,
And into me,
Said yes.
And so we spent their,
Wedding day,
Until the last dance.
He approached and said,
That the last dance was,
To have been saved for him.
As you spun away in his arms,
You whispered,
“Sorry”,
Smiled,
A tear ran down your cheek,
And also mine.
When first we danced.
You were a bridesmaid,
And I a groomsman.
We were expected to dance,
That first dance together,
And then,
Of course,
With others.
When first you were in my arms,
Our bodies fit together,
As if one,
And so we danced,
As if,
We were one.
Before that first dance,
Ended,
I asked you for a second one,
And also your name.
As that second dance ended,
I realized it had been,
Not the second we had,
Held each other,
Nor even the third,
But the fourth.
It was then,
I told you my name,
And ask for another dance.
Your smile,
And the way you melted,
Against,
And into me,
Said yes.
And so we spent their,
Wedding day,
Until the last dance.
He approached and said,
That the last dance was,
To have been saved for him.
As you spun away in his arms,
You whispered,
“Sorry”,
Smiled,
A tear ran down your cheek,
And also mine.
me vals solos
Uno, do-tres, uno, do-tres, i vals mi último vals
wrists rosebush bound, following my filly’s lead
cut teeth buried deep in her black bahia mane
twisted necks locked in our last dance, choking
on dust storms of the posse comitatus pirouette
uno, dos-tres… I waltz across her borders
rocking horse, harass of hooves rumbles
memories of the sheriff’s flamenco-frisky wife
spinning perpetual lassoes down southern halls
mistress of murder with bullet graze on her lips
uno, dos-tres… waltz me soft and slow
crawling across the creak of her timber floors
forbidden passion slips like thunder claps
hanging from sangría texan skies, flash of white
cruzara thighs, tourniquet garter to my heart
wallowing rise and fall of love corté short
slung wedding lazo cord from my neck, tres, dos, uno…
my maiden tears away, bleeding black thru a veil of dust
my body swings to my waning beat, floating on my feet
I waltz alone in the shade of the persecución tree.
Written by Alexander Case
me vals solos – I waltz alone
i vals mi último vals – I waltz my last waltz
bahia – Bahia grass is native to Mexico
posse comitatus – a body of men summoned by a sheriff to enforce the law
sangria – bleeding
cruzara – crossed: A dance step taken with one foot crossed tightly over the other
corté – cut
lazo – lasso
persecución - persecution
Uno, do-tres, uno, do-tres, i vals mi último vals
wrists rosebush bound, following my filly’s lead
cut teeth buried deep in her black bahia mane
twisted necks locked in our last dance, choking
on dust storms of the posse comitatus pirouette
uno, dos-tres… I waltz across her borders
rocking horse, harass of hooves rumbles
memories of the sheriff’s flamenco-frisky wife
spinning perpetual lassoes down southern halls
mistress of murder with bullet graze on her lips
uno, dos-tres… waltz me soft and slow
crawling across the creak of her timber floors
forbidden passion slips like thunder claps
hanging from sangría texan skies, flash of white
cruzara thighs, tourniquet garter to my heart
wallowing rise and fall of love corté short
slung wedding lazo cord from my neck, tres, dos, uno…
my maiden tears away, bleeding black thru a veil of dust
my body swings to my waning beat, floating on my feet
I waltz alone in the shade of the persecución tree.
Written by Alexander Case
me vals solos – I waltz alone
i vals mi último vals – I waltz my last waltz
bahia – Bahia grass is native to Mexico
posse comitatus – a body of men summoned by a sheriff to enforce the law
sangria – bleeding
cruzara – crossed: A dance step taken with one foot crossed tightly over the other
corté – cut
lazo – lasso
persecución - persecution
Come closer. Close the curtain against the clean fresh air
Become my clothes and flesh made flesh only
Climb in me. The skin. The rhythm of skin sublime
And time-wind the spring line impalpable.
A graveyard clock in a neighbourhood where cops walk in pairs, is dead
A concrete wood where bears shit, a wormhole, where a pretty plum
Picks a pickled pear. All twinkle toed from a Soho show, she goes:
I bet Ginger Rogers as Fred Astairs. And she goes:
I bet I can make you dance
I bet I can make you laugh
I’m smoother than a baby in an acid bath.
Facades splinter. A breaking: the flow and fold of heart borne
A churning of cream and ghee, the butter beauty of
The urgent slow, the fated and fitful glee of remembering
Souls repeating their romance immemorial…
Alarm echoes but no work today, no pay equals the play of a minute more
Exploring lands lost over and over again, a garden, that hill, that valley,
A synchronous empire and though he does not move, she goes: please don’t go
Slow dance to a love song of lost craft, of passing ships and seas,
Please stay a while, she goes,
I’ll make no trouble, please.
As tenderly as a bubble in a bubble bath.
Become my clothes and flesh made flesh only
Climb in me. The skin. The rhythm of skin sublime
And time-wind the spring line impalpable.
A graveyard clock in a neighbourhood where cops walk in pairs, is dead
A concrete wood where bears shit, a wormhole, where a pretty plum
Picks a pickled pear. All twinkle toed from a Soho show, she goes:
I bet Ginger Rogers as Fred Astairs. And she goes:
I bet I can make you dance
I bet I can make you laugh
I’m smoother than a baby in an acid bath.
Facades splinter. A breaking: the flow and fold of heart borne
A churning of cream and ghee, the butter beauty of
The urgent slow, the fated and fitful glee of remembering
Souls repeating their romance immemorial…
Alarm echoes but no work today, no pay equals the play of a minute more
Exploring lands lost over and over again, a garden, that hill, that valley,
A synchronous empire and though he does not move, she goes: please don’t go
Slow dance to a love song of lost craft, of passing ships and seas,
Please stay a while, she goes,
I’ll make no trouble, please.
As tenderly as a bubble in a bubble bath.
