W3 – Dancing

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Slip into my forward glide

Keep me close to your side

Let our bodies sway as one

The music makes us come undone

Touch my cheek, I caress yours

Bodies together like this for hours

Dance with me till dusk turns dawn

All boundaries now withdrawn

Music transforms our inner coil

Bodies flowing smooth, like oil

Moving fluidly, our posture twinned

Nothing between, to each other pinned

Gliding across the polished floor

Is it only a dance or something more?

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W3 Prompt #108: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Ovi Poetry – Dance

The Ovi are in general, lyrical folk songs expressing love, social irony, and heroic events. They are written in the following scheme.

4 line stanzas, as few as one stanza and up to as many as you like.

8 syllables or less per line

Rhyming is AAAb. The second stanza would be CCCd. The third, EEEf. And so on. Meaning nothing in one stanza must rhyme with anything in the previous stanza. The fourth line does not rhyme.

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the tango’s early days discreet
closeness always, even their feet
later versions were more complete
erotic sensual emotions on display
dancing first in depressed lodging
evolved into a sensual “dodging”
seen often with bodies shocking
never a more heated dance display

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Ovi Poetry Challenge 49: DANCE is your inspiration.

The Writer’s Workshop

I chose number 3: If you could take a one-month trip anywhere in the world and money were not a consideration, where would you go and what would you do?

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I would take a trip to the south of France. My middle son and his wife live in southern France, revamping an ancient home, with out buildings and unkempt acreage. They “escaped” the rat race of Denver to make a self sufficient home in a small village in France. They are working nonstop to make a success for a sustaining garden and even planted fruit trees and have some chickens. It’s been quite the learning experience for both of them. My son’s worst struggle is learning to be fluent in French☺️.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for May 23, 2024

Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

Arlene panicked when she realized she had sent the text to her boss, rather than to her boyfriend.

It could have been one of those boring texts she usually sends, “how’s it going, buddy?” But no. It had been a wonderful romantic evening and she wanted her boyfriend to know how much she looked forward to seeing him this next night. The text she supposedly sent to him started with, “hey sexy, how about cooking up another hot date tonight? You know my favorite meal XXX!” Arlene knew she had to talk to her boss right away to explain, but was shocked when she was summoned to his office. There he was, dressed only in a file folder and a big smile.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #150

MLMM Wordle

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Sitting in peace, reading the paper in a sweet, mellow, restful agenda, sat Jimmy Jones, in his secret identity, adrift in the unknowing media sea and him with a song in his heart, maintaining a soothing contemplative state. The television office personnel knew not to bother him until it was time for the big show. At that time, Jimmy would reveal his public persona, with loud harsh words donning his Crazy Cornac wrestling outfit. Thumping along the wrestling ropes surrounding the ring, he gnashed his teeth and swore impending victory over his opponent.

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SYW 5-20-24

http://www.behance.net

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Here are this week’s questions:

1.  Do you have a favourite movie you never tire of watching? “Ironman”


2.  Do you have a favourite song or special song as a couple? “Scotch and Soda”


3.  How do you relax in the evenings? I usual watch a movie or read.


4.  Do you celebrate special birthdays or anniversaries? Yes, all! In fact tonight we are celebrating my great granddaughter’s second birthday!

Gratitude: As always, grateful for family and good health.

Share Your World 20th May

No Theme Thursday 2

Another night. He might as well just sit here til dawn. It was 2:31 and he had to be up at 6:30 anyway, for a new appointment at a new facility. Maybe they could help him this time, maybe they would listen. He didn’t blame them really, for not understanding— that nothing they suggested worked. The pain was there, wasn’t going away and it had been months. Going to bed no matter how early or late, it didn’t matter. Nothing he tried let him sleep, let him forget. The candle was almost gone, the only company he had, flickered and died. It was 4:00 now, only a few hours left til daylight when he could forget for a while.

No Theme Thursday: 05/16/24