DANCER/ Poetry Potluck #14

THIS WEEK, Poetry Potluck #14, offers the opportunity to indulge in Hobbies!  Passions!  Pastimes!  Entertainment!  Where do I fit in??  A bit of this and a bit of that....

DANCER

Show me

to a table,

don't pull

out the chair,

take the whiskey

glasses off,

and yank

the cloth aside.

Let me

take your hand

for a

boost up,

as I step upon

your knee,

see how

nimble
and refined

I am,

like the swan

in a

famous ballet.

I take flight,

I come to rest,

my crimson shoe

ready
to burn

a hole

on the spot.

Shine

the spotlight

here, boy,

don't miss

my modus operandi,

as I seize

a point in time

to do

my legendary dance.

Jazzy tap,

satin tango,

please

bring me

a sloe gin

fizz,

to sate this drought

within.

Toss a coin

if you wish

if you want

the show

to go on.

I'm the one

who dresses

in neon.

Travels

the world,

dances

on tables.

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BETTER LATE than never...good cliche'.  This one's for ONE STOP POETRY  /  One Shot Wednesday...WHERE DO THE DAYS GO?  I meant to get an earlier start..I recommend that you read all the splendid poems entered on that site..onward and upward with the arts!!

MESSAGE

Today I saw a message

reappear in the sand.

I thought a wave

had taken it forever.

Didn't know

that I could catch

time reverse.

Me dreaming?

Maybe not.

It said, say thank you

for your life.

Be grateful

for all effects,

chew the gristle,

die in a dungeon

dance in the red shoes

that bled me.

And I did.

I called my life wonderful.

I scraped the ache off my heart,

like mud off a tattered shoe.

Soul is what stays.

Always say thank you

for the speck that starts a life,

else you would never be here.

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MAGPIE/ Prompt #16

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ANTI-STILETTO

I don't wear shoes that seduce,

named after a weapon.

I don't buy stilettos with lessons attached,

to teach me to walk this way.

Once my clackety-click

in high heeled shoes

used to be alluring.

I feigned a glamorous stance,

walked on 4 inch impalers,

dipped into

the embrace of a tango

and all the bliss it entails.

Learned a long time ago

how to put one foot

in front of the other.

Currently I plunk and glide,

trying not to overreach my stride.

When I kick off my old soft shoes,

seduction has nothing to do with it.

A warm bubbly soak

is all I require,

and old slouchy scuffs

fulfill my desire.

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