Sing to the sun, and by the light of the moon,
dance to the man who plays the golden tunes.
Dance away from death, dance for a full life,
dance for true lovers in the pale moonlight.
Dance for love, such a wondrous thing,
dance for the blessings that love can bring.
Dance for the children whom so happily play,
dance for their tomorrows, and for all our yesterdays,
Dance across fields, under vast empyreal skies,
dance rejoicing springtime, opening nature's eyes.
Dance for the birds and fishes in rivers and seas,
dance for their symbols, of love and peace.
Dance for some silver, and maybe some gold,
dance to give succor, to the poor sick and old.
Dance for knowledge and discovery,
dance for our homes, and our lives so free.
Dance and sing in all cultures and beliefs.
Dance, create memories, for our time is brief.
Dance Michael C Crowder @scorsby
13th February 2020 (re-write of 1974 verse)-
When I read like a writer,
the feedback will have more meaningful values
Michael C Crowder
©scorsby
copy of my work on Mirakee challenge 13 word read like a writer-
I need to take a
breath
to allow me to
breathe
to prevent me being
breathless,
and so my
breathing
helps me to avoid
breathlessness.
I may react
breathlessly,
I then need to
breathe,
so I take a
breath.-
Grist (Haiku)
Gainful rumbling tones,
grain crushed between grinding stones
gives grist to your mill.
Michael C Crowder @scorsby 1st March 2019
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The fakeness of fake reality
is in reality
fake
and is of no consequence.
If you, in reality,
are fake
the consequence of the fakeness
is - your reality,
Ipso facto, this consequence,
your - fakeness
should cease, in reality
or - prepare for consequences
which - in reality - won't be fake.
The Fakeness Of Fake Reality Michael C Crowder 17th March 2019-
If only we could begin again
and stop the ruinous pace,
we're destroying the land our seas our air
Including our outer space.
Our air is so badly polluted
the seas used and smell like a drain,
our landscapes thoughtlessly looted,
the atmosphere begins to fail.
carbon-carrying gases engulf our planetary home
a warming, wetter stormy future, uncertainty unfurled.
Our Earth's lungs shrink with reckless exploitation,
existing relationship's not considered at all.
Discarded waste floats in unsolicited hordes
Carries chaos wherever it makes landfall.
Ecologists perceive changes with growing unease
If only, is a belated but resounding global call.
If only we can do something... anything... please,
Before we have no options at all.
If only..... if only
Michael C Crowder @scorsby #MichaelCCrowder
March 3, 2018 (rewrite original 1978))
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