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Thursday, February 15, 2024

the Dance -- a poem for Friday Writings and for dVerse Poetics

(previously posted January 30, 2024)

   Dance,  Dance 

Dance, dance, dance to the music 
Mind your step and partners too 
The count you're to he'll not do  
Two step is his with your waltz 

Dance, dance, dance to the music 
He tells of his dance lessons 
That was way back in college 
And he has forgotten most 

I dance with him any rate  
He's my husband--love conquers 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 
- I am linked with Rosemary for hosting Friday Writings #114  at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1
   She offered us an optional prompt about "telling secrets".  I chose to post this one instead of it due to my time restraints.  It would have been enjoyable to write for it, in fact I did have a start.  
 - I'm also linked with Mish in dVerse Poetics for prompt and for hosting at 
 - To see others' works there, click here 
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12 comments:

  1. brudbergWednesday, January 31, 2024 9:02:00 AM

    It always takes practice but that dance should be fun

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  2. MishWednesday, January 31, 2024 10:22:00 AM

    Yes! Love can make those moves look very good. :)

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  3. KimWednesday, January 31, 2024 12:30:00 PM

    I taught my husband to waltz - but he prefers to pogo!

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  4. paeansunpluggedThursday, February 01, 2024 10:35:00 AM

    Ha, true! Love does conquer.

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  5. HelenThursday, February 01, 2024 11:34:00 AM

    OH COME NOW ~~~ I know you are stepping all over her toes.
    Cheers.

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  6. MarjaFriday, February 16, 2024 12:46:00 AM

    Ah great and nothing better than to dance the night away

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  7. RajaniFriday, February 16, 2024 1:34:00 AM

    After that catchy first line...I found myself trying to sing the rest of the poem!!! But my singing is like that man's dancing :)

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFriday, February 16, 2024 3:23:00 AM

    With me it was the other way around: I was the hopeless dancer. Yes, a loving spouse will tolerate.

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  9. Penelope NotesFriday, February 16, 2024 7:28:00 AM

    What good fortune to have someone to dance with throughout life.

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  10. Brother OllieSaturday, February 17, 2024 7:14:00 AM

    Keep dancing Jim, and keep the poems coming!

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  11. colleenSaturday, February 17, 2024 7:50:00 AM

    The poem has a beat beat beat for dancing!

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  12. purplepeninportland.comFriday, February 23, 2024 7:08:00 PM

    I like the rhythm of this poem, Jim. So much depends on who you are dancing with.

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