Sam & Dave

I want to dance like Sam and Dave
whipping up a frenzy
lighting up a spark
feat of dynamite.

I want to hold on
to both moment and emotion
sense the coming
ecstasy of crowd excited
body shaking
purposefully
with abandon.

I want to perspire for my pay
steam up the place
with my pale soul face
have them know
really know
truly comprehend
that all power is in my hands
and everything’s humming

I have been watching for days now baby
every bead of sweat
foot movement
shirt collared
suit and booted
you tube moment
that weaving and streaming
black and white
exuding colour
and the time has come to wrap it up

I want to dance like Sam and Dave
make my cold nights hot
lurch my frame around the floor
make them want to glide some more
ain’t no better way to
grab the rope

 

R.S. Thomas

I’m still learning the craft
glancing over jealously
at what others write.
Their way with words
makes me feel like the last Neanderthal
desperate and almost extinct.

Unlike RS Thomas
I don’t have the time to write
hundreds of poems a day
to throw the worst away
paper basket full
of tossed away lines
to emerge victorious
with words still dripping wet
before lunch.

Perhaps I’m deluding myself
taken over and controlled
by some mid-life angst
which compels me to think
that the rubbish I write
is too good to waste
and so I must hand it in
like homework
to be marked.

It brings back memories
of other times
when struggling to grasp
the art of the pencil
I was told that if the world were
upside down
my drawing would be a masterpiece……

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