Flying Lessons

💖 I've done it again
Danced till my feet are sore
Reluctant going into it . . :
Then I can't stop
Don't want to
And won't
And I'm flying
And I'm dying when a partner
Won't or can't yet -
Let go to the music

Just stick to it
Your feet will learn
And then you have entrance to
The clouds
The winged feet of Apollo
(Wasn't he the one?)

Just come again to the dance
Keep smiling
Keep trying
And soon you will be
There
And never again
Be alone
Or bored

If only more people knew
It doesn't take rocket science
To know
How to dance with a
     Rocket scientist

It does take courage
To begin
And more courage
To continue
And more courage for guys
To lead-
But it's worth it

So few know
This secret
This magic carpet
Ride
Just move
Just go
Get your shoes
And learn
To fly

Titanic

A moment of joy

Snatched from the jaws 

     Of fate 

Would the Gods 

     Begrudge us 

     This?  

My favorite Tanguero 

      Is older 

Closer 

      To the end 

It is only more 

       Poignant - more 

Of the oneness 

      Of fate

More of the last dance 

      On the Titanic 

The cold water is rising 

      Around our feet 

And we cling together 

      And dance the dance 

      Of lovers 

( Which we never have been 

And never will be )

The fates, even 

      The Gods 

Do not understand this -

     " Don't they know they 

      Have been condemned 

      To death ?"

-To die 

In each other's 

Arms . . .

To be human 

So fragile 

So 

Temporary -

So alone 

Help me here -

To believe 

To understand

That there is some 

Way 

To understand

To cling 

To love 

To life -

This dance 

Brings in

The deepest parts 

      Of life -

Of love 

Of being here 

Of being Still -

Leave me alone 

With him 

For this dance 

At least 

He must hold me 

And I him -

We understand 

      Each other -

Now

If only 

This moment 

Could last 

Forever 

      -the world 

And all it's 

Problems 

      -held at bay 

There is a heart connection 

In this dance 

Like in 

No other 

Back In The Box . . .

Where is the balance point ? 

Where is the emphasis ? 

All the puzzle pieces 

Will go 

Back in the box -

All our angst 

All our anger 

All our yearning 

All our manipulating 

All our climbing of mountains 

And fear 

And worry 

Will go 

Back In the box 

One day 

We will not be able to say

One damn thing About it 

Because 

We'll 

Be done 

So it seems 

     If there 

Were something to 

     Concentrate on 

Which would not fade 

Which would not go 

     Away 

Might that not be 

A better way 

To spend our time 

I'm just wondering 

     Here 

Here's to Humidity !

Here's to humidity 

May it ever reign -

Will it ever rain

Again? 

Sweat, sweat, sweat, 

Happy Fourth of July !

I never remember such 

Humidity

It's global hotness -

Must be -

Combine this with 

Menopause -

Hot flashes -

And u have 

One long hot flash

For all of 

     Humanity! 

Sweat, sweat, sweat ! 

How can anyone 

Find the energy 

To do 

Anything

Today ?

No more war 

We r 2 hot! 

And dripping wet 

With sweat

No more Wall Street

Thievery 

Oh -

They have air conditioning 

That must be 

It !

Unnatural conditions 

Not putting the breaks on

Over arching 

Behavior patterns -

If they had to figure out 

How to rob us all

In these conditions 

They would just 

Stop 

Call a halt and 

Call for 

Mint Julips

Lots and lots 

Of 

Mint Julips 

Priorities 

Would change 

Quickly 

If the boardrooms 

Became 

Humid 

Unsupported Browser

An unsupported

Browser -

Not being up on computer 

Jargon -

Is that a library patron 

Without a foundation 

Garment ?

Is it a shopper without 

An independent 

Income? 

Is it me 

Without 

U ? 

Who will hold me 

Tonight at 

The Tango Milonga? 

Alas, 

I will be unsupported 

By 

You 

No strong and tall shoulders 

Upon which to 

Lean 

No chest to lay my head 

Against 

Others will have 

To do 

But 

They 

Will not be 

You 

What about our 

Emerging 

Moves ?

Those shoulder led turns 

And clever 

     Walk throughs

And the moves 

We steal 

     From other dances 

     And don't say . . .

    Just,

Look the other 

     Way 

The Tango Police 

Haven't been by here -

Lately 

Interest

Aliens among us

I do enjoy the internet-

Mindset . . .

What do we believe 

And who told us to - ?

Going to school 

After World War II 

-One only believed 

What "they" wanted us 

To

One knew that danger lurked 

Behind any 

Independent 

Thinking. 

We were judged and graded 

Upon our ability to 

Conform -

In body and mind 

Such conformity 

Was backed up

With Capital Punishment 

With capitals !

They could beat you at 

School 

And beat you at 

Home 

Just for 

Good measure -

Fifties ladies might brag about 

Breaking the wooden spoon 

Or the pancake turner

On their male child's 

Backside 

They might brag 

At church -

To each other 

It was the accepted thing 

The constant 

Threat 

Of death

Add to that 

The birth of 

Television - to add to 

Newspapers and 

Radio 

We have generations now 

Of those told 

What to do 

- go shopping!

Live between here 

And 

The mall 

Go in debt

Pay interest

To 

"Them"

The VERIZON Pause

Data 

I have data 

I can write 

Verizon says so 

After the 25th 

Of the month 

U can again 

Communicate 

With friends -

Before that 

The cell phone becomes 

Quite useless -

Could use it as 

- a small square 

Coaster 

- a door stop for 

A mini door 

- not much else 

Did Shakespeare have such 

Problems ?

(Not comparing myself,

No way) 

But still- 

Hamlet would have 

Been on hold -

Romeo and Juliet 

Could have paused - 

Worked out their problems 

With the parents 

- married 

And been together long enough 

To 

- get on each other's 

Nerves 

Little Romeos running around screaming 

Pulling baby Juliet's hair 

Older Juliet trying to 

Get the laundry done 

- over the stove -

Becoming frayed and older 

Reaching menopause -

See what delights 

The "verizon pause" in 

      Writing 

Could 

Entail

Out out damned spot 

Becomes 

Oh heck 

 - Got to go back to counseling 

Again ! 

King Lear would get shortened 

- as a play - 

Which would probably not 

Be a bad thing 

But now 

(Forsooth) 

I must be gone 

For I have awaiting 

The dancing lesson 

Whether I would 

Or no . . .