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crush groove

call in the neighbors
roll up the carpet
put the rat race ball and chain
away

kick off the footwear
dance barefoot tribal
let's make those chandeliers
sway

stomp sand to stardust
breathe in the sparkle
blaze up the dark of the
day

open out the windows
let the good times tumble
down the fire
escape

 go rain those diamonds, baby
let 'em fall like Niagra
they ain't forever
like they say

down time is precious, sugar
spend it like you got it
cuz all God's children
gotta play


Rene ~ July 2011

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Comments

  1. Brian MillerJuly 20, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    i am all for dancing...i think it makes life all the more magical....

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  2. ClaudiaJuly 20, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    ..dance barefoot tribal and stomp sand to glitter..i'm in!!

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  3. Chronicles of IllusionsJuly 20, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    go rain your diamonds - brilliant.

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  4. signed...bkmJuly 20, 2011 at 5:36 PM

    rain those diamonds...i think i will dance...fun write...bkm

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  5. UnknownJuly 20, 2011 at 6:24 PM

    Oh, yeah,Rene! We are big fans of patio dance parties at our house. You may have prompted one for tonight.

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  6. Irish GumboJuly 20, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    (shakin' my moneymaker!)

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  7. AnonymousJuly 21, 2011 at 4:16 PM

    Its got a rock'n'roll riff all through it! I like it!

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  8. AnonymousJuly 21, 2011 at 5:26 PM

    :)

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  9. Chuck DilmoreJuly 21, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    poetic.
    and begging for music!

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  10. Chuck DilmoreJuly 21, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    ...and FUN!

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  11. AnonymousJuly 21, 2011 at 10:54 PM

    Love this! Of course, you've never written anything I didn't like.

    Expecially the barefoot tribal dancing!

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  12. MichaelJuly 23, 2011 at 3:16 PM

    Aw, love that. :)

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  13. Writerly Wanna BeJuly 23, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    Makes me want to hang with you! Fun, fun, fun!!! And I love the look of your blog, beautiful.

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  14. Katie @ Chicken Noodle GravyJuly 24, 2011 at 1:56 PM

    I loved the rhythm of this! The feeling it gave me. And I think I loved best the message of that last stanza. Great poem! Visiting from TRDC and so glad I did...now I want to dance!

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  15. Ostensible TruthJuly 24, 2011 at 2:13 PM

    "dance barefoot tribal
    let's make those chandeliers
    sway" - love those lines there - great piece!

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  16. The PoetJuly 24, 2011 at 2:27 PM

    I love this!
    Nothing wrong with shaking your leg every once in a while! ;-)

    A fun post indeed!

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  17. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 24, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    Sounds wonderful - tribal dancing. I love the look of your blog.

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  18. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    awesome spirits.
    well conveyed.


    welcome sharing your work with us today.

    http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    cheers!

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  19. Anna :o]July 26, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    This is brilliant - I want to be there!

    Anna :o]

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