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Cercoc’ing at the Spadesborne Suite

Cercoc’ing at the Spadesborne Suite
What a Bromsgrovian hedonistic treat!
Thursday nights they all flock
For that dancing pleasure they call Ceroc!

Starters sit and wonder why they came
Not wanting to stamp on feet and get the blame
Old hands move effortlessly round not aware of the nervous glances
From ‘Newbie’s’ whilst watching the dances

The ‘Professionals’ put on their shoes: be it high heel or spats
Towels on chairs and refreshing drinks on hand to sip between tracks
Now the new people’s hearts are racing
Not sure what to make of this fresh hell they are facing

It’s Beginners Moves and ‘Dancing Queen’ Debs appears
‘Hello Bromsgrove!’ she utters with a microphone headset just like Britney Spears
It’s begun, new Women now faced with a stranger to which they place their trust
And new Men trying not to look down at their opposing partner’s bust

It all settles down thanks to Debs, shimmering and moving, never out of breath
‘Take hold of the left hand and step back’… Newbie’s grip on like grim death
The steps are repeated over and over aiding the brain, that most delicate tool
Of course it’s now plotting its revenge making new people think they’re a fool.
And forgetting right from their left, armjives and octopuses become a sight
Like a very bad orgy, limbs are being placed into positions that aren’t quite right

But no-one is moaning, shouting or having a fit
You see we’ve all been there, feeling clumsy and awkward in short, a bit of a tit
The evening continues, freestyle begins
Newbie’s are loving it, dancing, watching, all have big grins
Performing moves, remembering hard, trying to pay heed
They are DANCING! Ok not quite Fred or Ginger, but less like Frankenstein on speed

The last song is played that’s it, time to stop
Lights come on and the feet are fit to drop
Sit down, take stock, you’ve had a go
It really wasn’t that terrible and do you know
That’s how I started, nervous and shy
Ceroc is the drug that I now try
So forget your cocaine, your amphetamines and Crack
Cercoc’ing at the Spadesborne Suite is good for the soul, if not your lower back!

Seeing as it will soon be Valentine's Day again!!

thought id put my pen to paper....

RUBY ROSE
A ruby red rose that died in the fall
Its petals like paper leant back on the wall
Its beauty had dwindled so brittle and jaded
Damaged and fragile its perfume long faded

The long winter months that passed like a dream
Left the red rose alone and unseen
Hidden from sight up high on the wall
Away from the world where no rain could fall

The wind and the snow passed over her head
The rain and the ice had left her for dead
To crumble like ashes to turn into dust
To fall down and wither red faded to rust

My fingers reached out to touch the red rose
But her thorns stabbed my fingers and stained the white snow
As she tore my soft skin she then pricked my heart
Blood dripped in the snow as the rose fell apart

Fallen and scattered then blown in the wind
Lost for all time like an Angel that sinned
I smiled to myself as I walked down the path
The pain faded quickly at last I could laugh

Ruby Red Rose your lifetime has ended
Your days on this earth had my life suspended
I’m so glad you’re gone now my life can start
You can now rest in peace as I follow my heart

Lets ave a go at this poet milarky then....





good aint i xxx LOL

jacksondonut wrote:Seeing as it will soon be Valentine's Day again!!

thought id put my pen to paper....

RUBY ROSE
A ruby red rose that died in the fall
Its petals like paper leant back on the wall
Its beauty had dwindled so brittle and jaded
Damaged and fragile its perfume long faded

The long winter months that passed like a dream
Left the red rose alone and unseen
Hidden from sight up high on the wall
Away from the world where no rain could fall

The wind and the snow passed over her head
The rain and the ice had left her for dead
To crumble like ashes to turn into dust
To fall down and wither red faded to rust

My fingers reached out to touch the red rose
But her thorns stabbed my fingers and stained the white snow
As she tore my soft skin she then pricked my heart
Blood dripped in the snow as the rose fell apart

Fallen and scattered then blown in the wind
Lost for all time like an Angel that sinned
I smiled to myself as I walked down the path
The pain faded quickly at last I could laugh

Ruby Red Rose your lifetime has ended
Your days on this earth had my life suspended
I’m so glad you’re gone now my life can start
You can now rest in peace as I follow my heart

Have to say I gave a little shudder when I first saw this, good sentiments though, look to the future

rubyred wrote:Have to say I gave a little shudder when I first saw this, good sentiments though, look to the future

Bless you... nothing personal.. ! I have a climbing rose bush outside the front of my house.. which is actually a lovely perfumed yellow rose.. I changed its colour for the poem..

and yes youre spot on, its meant to convey Hope.. take care!

Thank you

I never got to thank you
For being there beside the bed
For holding her hand
And for the gentle things you must have said.
I often think about that moment
When the two of you alone
You took my place
But I am grateful
And for my absence I do atone.

rubyred wrote:Thank you

I never got to thank you
For being there beside the bed
For holding her hand
And for the gentle things you must have said.
I often think about that moment
When the two of you alone
You took my place
But I am grateful
And for my absence I do atone.

.. its nice to have someone else add something to this thread.. must be honest, this one gave me goosebumps everywhere.. thank you x

Is an oldie, but as inspired by Ruby, decided to repost....

Thank You

Thinkin' 'bout when I was young I had U on a pedestol
I always used to run straight home And show U what I'd learned at school

I shared with you my innocence, my lack of understanding
U shared with me your wisdom, in the places I was lacking

To count, to read to tie my shoes, U'd patiently coax me along
U showed me grace, humility, love, what's fair, what's right. what's wrong

U tugged my strings when I flew too high, U lifted me when I was low
In the time we had together, U'd share all there was to know
I thought we'd last forever, how was I to know??

That for your couarage, spirit and strength, U were bound for a higher place
Where He was waitng to reward U for your love, humility and grace

The biggest thing U taught me was "Where there's a will, there's a way."
And that is why your spirit lives in ym heart today.

I realise it's my turn ro teach the young as I get old.
And if I have my doubts or lose my way, I see you on the pedestol.

In our short time together, I never showed my gratitude
For being there, with a smile, no matter what U were going through.
My only hope is it's not too late: "With all my heart, thank you."

Can I just state my admiration for everyone's efforts on this thread, and for the commitment because it has gone on for so long now - especially I must mention Jacksonsdonut of course - what an imagination and so prolific.

In my family there are some members who have produced poetry and had some published in a very small way, to support local village halls etc. and my mother has dabbled all her life but never published (most with quite sentimental themes).

I'm not too proficient myself and have only ever made a few efforts, so maybe I'm not the one to advise but I would have thought there was good reason to believe these poems should be more widely published if that hasn't already occured.

Signs

I was not puzzled by your sadness
I too feel like this is goodbye.
When you held me close
Although happy, I felt that I should cry.
Should I fear that your strength is fading?
Should I prepare now for the end?
Is that what you were saying?
My tender, gorgeous, dearest friend.

I still love to write...

Grey skies


Gazing through the window pane
See Leaden skies of grey
Dreaming of my lover
so many miles away


Dreaming of his kisses
Gently placed upon my lips
Wishing for his gentle touch
Softly stroking fingertips


Memories like cobwebs weave
Stories in my mind
Remembering warm acts of love
Wild passion there to find


Silent rain starts to fall
Like tears upon my face
The distant shores are calling
My lover to that place


Waiting for the one I love
So Desperate for bliss
Hours stretch into endless days
Still dreaming of his kiss


True love stands the test of time
Everlasting will it burn
I'll wait for an eternity
For the sunlight to return




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Journey to the Moon and stars


When the night begins to fall
And Darkness spreads it's wings
I seek the comfort of the moon
The nightingale that sings
Surrounded by the velvet sky
Bathed in the moons bright glow'
Wrapped in evenings magic spell
The world begins to slow
Each star appears as if on cue
A diamond glittering white
An barn owl calls out hauntingly
And flys into the night


All creatures curl up in their beds
For now it's time to sleep
Unless the night time is their world
For them it's time to creep
The moon and stars light up the sky
Bewitching those who stare
A pathway to a universe
I'd love to take you there
Where stars are everlasting
And moon glow never dies
I'd love to take you travelling
In everlasting skies
Fly past the clouds without a care
An adventure to the moon
Where love shines bright eternally
We ll meet there sometime soon




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