Lily

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Dancing on a bed of white
my stamen orange in the light
I really am a gorgeous sight
for any eye to see

Fragrant there my sweet perfume
a bouquet subtle to presume
Those winter blues I will subsume
and watch them simply flee

©Jemverse

Dancing

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I’m delving deep today
and dancing in my mind
On my way to London
as my senses are aligned
Listening to my music
hearing rhythm and a beat
Dancing as I travel
in my precious window seat

Around me lots of people
prodding phones and doing stuff
Averting gaze when captured
and mostly looking gruff
But the tune that I am hearing
only serves to bring a smile
which I share with those around me
and find is catching in a while

Soon those close where I’m sitting
have a grin upon their face
which is of course much better
than the frowns which they replace
My work done but still I’m dancing
and some have joined me now it seems
With glum and soured expressions
replaced with happy beams

©Jemverse

Day 4 of the ‘Blogging A-Z challenge

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Passion

Passion as a dancer
taking centre stage
Caught in a moment
at ocean’s sweet plage

In beauty your splendour
unparalleled here
Your late summer swan song
Bringing me cheer

©Jemverse

Dancing to Life

I danced on a quay at Emsworth
playing a really big drum
The crowds from the town all following us
and everyone having fun

I danced with Pride in Brighton
‘neath a rainbow coloured flag
The crowds of people partying
in the sun made me feel glad

I danced on the Portsmouth waterfront
as five tall ships furled sail
The rhythm of the music thrummed
and helped tell a happy tale

I danced then and I’m dancing now
because the music never dies
It’s always in my heart and mind
for that’s where my rhythm lies

©Jemverse

[A-Z April blogging challenge – day 4 – #D]

Writing 101 day 6: “Maracas”

Lady at Victoria Station shouting loud and long
Placards behind her heralding her many-sided song
Commuters passing blindly, amusement in their eyes
And when a policeman came along I wasn’t that surprised
At first her remonstrations were polite as she protested
But as her agitation showed it looked as though she’d be arrested.
Whatever passed between the two though, kept the officer at bay
Though I wondered about her maracas as I hurried on my way
The answer to that question came evidentially when
Later at Westminster amongst the tourists near Big Ben
The lady loud appeared again, maracas shaking to a beat
As her shouting turned to singing right there out in the street
Now the tourists passed her blindly, amusement in their eyes
Though now with several tapping feet as some danced, to her surprise

©Jemverse (June 2014)

 

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Playing

I played on a cold November morning

Banging my drum to the crowd

As the Lord Mayor laughed and applauded

And the band played on long and loud

I played at a warm Spring gathering

Regalia turquoise and white

The people smiled, warm with the sunshine

And the band made a colourful sight

I played at a late summer festival

The dancers danced on the quay

The village couldn’t quite fit another soul in

As the band performed by the sea

I played both winter and summer

My smile as big as my drum

In Shoreham’s Beach Bateria

Parading out in the sun

©Jemverse (June 2004)

Between late 1999 and early 2010 I played a bass surdo (a 24 inch drum) in a samba band based in my home town of Shoreham-by-Sea, West Sussex, UK. In its heyday the band numbered over 40 sambistas (players) and 20 dancers. We played at numerous summer and winter festivals, parades and carnival events in Southern England including the London Lord Mayor’s show, Brighton Pride and the world famous Emsworth food festival. Although I’m no longer a sambista, this poem captures something of the  smiles the band gave both me and the many thousands who heard and watched us play.

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