Wednesday, 27 July 2011

My glance in the past


The problem is I cannot dance

This is an essential for romance

I should have been born raised in France

Yes, that would have improved my chance


I’m not good at idle banter

As well as not able to canter

Round a room like an enchanter

So perhaps you’ll be the granter


of a kiss, so do not grumble

When my talk turns into mumble

and all I can do is fumble

Say yes, and I will not stumble

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17 comments:

  1. LeiffyV27 July 2011 at 22:23

    I like this, very sweet and delightful. I'm always impressed by the weavings you create! Thanks for sharing OE!

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  2. Kwee Cats and Art28 July 2011 at 00:52

    Ah, but I am enchanted :-)

    Very good, Robin! I love poetry, and so much enjoy other's good poetry; especially as (other than rearranging the random words in my iPad app) I cannot write poetry. Thank you so much, this one is delightful.

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  3. Altonian28 July 2011 at 01:02

    You really should give us more of your poetry Rob, this bit of whimsical romance is charming, and reminds me a lot of myself - Tessa could never get me to dance with her.

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  4. Jae Rose28 July 2011 at 04:32

    The rhythm feels jerky..like tentative dance steps..once you have a hand to hold you will be tripping around the dance floor (not literally of course)..I agree with Altonian..more poetry is a good idea..Jae

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  5. Lilibeth28 July 2011 at 04:52

    This is great, but I can't find glance. Did I read it in a trance?

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  6. Old Egg28 July 2011 at 06:00

    Oops! Lilibeth is right I was so absorbed in getting some sense out of my nonsense that glance didn't get a chance. Next time perchance.

    Hope that satisfies the purists!

    No that doesn't mean you Lilibeth, it is just that I correct other bloggers a lot. So I have got my comeuppance.

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  7. TodBryant28 July 2011 at 07:42

    Ha! Fun stuff...

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  8. Ann (bunnygirl)28 July 2011 at 09:18

    Men who can't dance are so frustrating to women who can't get enough dancing. Willingness to try goes a long way, though.

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  9. Christine28 July 2011 at 17:54

    Your post was as much fun to read, as all the comments left behind!

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  10. Sheilagh Lee28 July 2011 at 18:13

    Aw that's so sweet it sure to appeal.

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  11. Anonymous28 July 2011 at 22:02

    Man, Rob, you and I were on that same romantic wavelength this week! Such a sweet, self-effacing poem, and a lovely use of the prompt.

    Poets United asked for poems about Grass. Yeah, I did it. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/28/grass/

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  12. Unknown29 July 2011 at 05:33

    Such fun to read a poem from you... and a nicely rhymed one at that. Terrific!

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  13. rallentanda31 July 2011 at 05:52

    I take it all back. You are a real charmer. Lovely poem. More please!

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  14. Neni8 August 2011 at 05:38

    How sweet! :)

    I like this line:
    Say yes, and I will not stumble

    It sounds that support and encouragement are needed and important for an I.

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  15. Neni8 August 2011 at 05:38

    How sweet! :)

    I like this line:
    Say yes, and I will not stumble

    It sounds that support and encouragement are needed and important for an I.

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  16. Anonymous8 August 2011 at 10:32

    vivid imagery, you make us smile.

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  17. Anonymous8 August 2011 at 10:33

    please check out short story slam week 7 today, welcome joining us.

    ;)

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