It all started as a band of bad lines.
She looked at me like I had lost my mind.
I talked of the here after and got
her laughter and in the end we combined
her appreciation for verbal creation
my joy and elocution about her being fine.
When the moon had fallen and stars stopped callin’,
we were spirited into dreams where forever
never stopped dancing with our emotions.
We were Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
on a cosmic dance floor for waltzing.
We changed tides and rode leviathans,
got in touch with sensations that every lotus eater
has been wantin’ since time was first counted
by starfish tossed upon a sandy shore. But
it all ended when we were awoken by slices
of sunlight running up our blankets prying
away all the magic coating our ebony snores.
In the shadows almost forgotten, the day beyond
a window we wanted left unmet for an hour or more,
she told me to find her with my magic
when the doors to night had opened
use my verbal mutations to create a simulation
she could join me in a relation where we fished
Evermore.
10:20 PM
02/05/09
Alexandria, VA
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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I was just thinking how what we wish to write on our page and what we actually do write there is often so much more endearing to imagination and romance. The humdrum of making a living, raising kids, and fixing all the leaky faucets sometimes leaves no room for Alice in her little blue gown and Fred Astaire. When there is an opportunity to swing on a star and to breathe in the music of distant windchimes, who's to say a waltz or tango is not in order!
Tongue in cheek, but the smile wiill always make them wonder about the soup de jour.
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Life is rich in changing diapers but it is richer when our love lets us waltz quietly in the corner of our bedroom with our arms around each other. I guess I am a romantic at heart. I always wanted to dance like Fred.
Love, Tom B.
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Hot damn! This is good
Thank you for entering. love, lane
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Thanks for enjoying my slightly tongue in cheek evening.
Love,
Tom B.
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It moves at a frenetic pace and yet...
seems to explore that whole timeless period
of newness when two start their tango.
(AFterwards, we can never really remember
which conversation preceded and how the
flirt progressed to something much more)
I liked the flashy way rhymes seemed to settle
the humor, like sparkles on rioting water.
This one splashes with a bit of life experience
and a whole lot of sass. Blue
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Your review makes the poem well worth the effort
When I saw the picture that was the prompt I wanted to take it some place where others would not. I thought the morning after and peeking at the sun and that led to what this poem was all about, the magic of the moment versus that day that comes. 
Love the comment about a whole lot of sass, you definitely caught my madness in a word.
Love, Tom B.
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there's a lot to like about your poetry, the waves of internal rhyme, the senses of light and sound sprinkled like stars in the heaven, but mainly, mainly i think most will agree, the part where you 'fished Evermore' was nothing short of a blessing. -silverfish
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I am normally pretty serious. Lots of deep thoughtgus Lately, the last two poems anyway, I have been dancing with my sense of humor and lighter side. This was to create a smile and a sense of lightness in the spirit about falling in love. Glad it caught you as such. Maybe I am not the old sourpuss I thought I was becoming
Love,
Tom B.
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Ok this just made me smile real wide, so i think that was the intention here. C
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Yeap. Love can be a dance of smiles, an encounter a delight to the heart. I think you may have collected the heart of the meaning. May it dance in your heart.
Love,
Tom B.
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Loving encounter should all be fun, and this read made me LOL. I really enjoyed this read...and I think one should look forward to warmth, humor ...I adore smiling...............excellent write...Novy
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I was crazy when I was younger and a spinner of magic and dreams. Often the smile and the adventure were the most important things.
Love, Tom B.
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Nice rhythm, and wonderful story as well!
All the best,
Mj.
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This was created to bring a smile. Most of my greatest times have begun with silliness and a certain sense of innocence. Life is to short to come strictly from hunger. 'tis better to be full of big dreams and be willing to dance to the rythmn of the rain.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Hmmmmm
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Still you
Reflections...
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I am married and have pulled to shore from the cosmic goo one fine son who keeps me young and dancing on my toes to stay ahead of his inventions.
Love, Tom B.
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This is so creative and I bet you did have a blast writing it!
You always amaze me ....This is fun and made me smile
Ty Bro for the ray of sunshine
Lynda
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This is one of my more light hearted ventures. The picture that was the prompt was so obviously going to evoke erotic responses and sad break up tales and I just wanted to go someplace no one else would think of. Just being contrary.
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that's my Bro
gotta be different....and that's good
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Ever noticed that nakedness that doesn't have room for laughter is generally a selfish adventure.
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yes and a boring one
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I just have gotten tired of everyone trying so hard to be orgasmic that they have forgotten that it is supposed to be shared fun as well.
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"You make lovin' fun"
lyrics by Fleetwood Mac
Sweet wonderful you,
You make me happy with the things you do,
Oh, can it be so,
This feeling follows me wherever I go.
I never did believe in miracles,
But I've a feeling it's time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I'm beginning to wonder why.
Don't, don't break the spell,
It would be different and you know it will,
You, you make loving fun,
And I don't have to tell you you're the only one.
You make loving fun.
You make loving fun.
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