Cambridge Keenan Poems
A BELLY DANCER
Veils of color fill the air,
Beads and coins flash here and there,
Her energy is really fresh,
Drops of sweat decorate her flesh,
Whirling, twirling around she goes,
Zills on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Undulating movements, grinding hips,
Gracefully her back bone slips,
The music fills her very soul,
As she executes a belly roll,
Then shaking, shimmering into the night, '
She captures her audience with true delight,
All her emotions show and enhance,
Her snake like movements, her belly dance,
Dropping to her knees, ...
Riveting Ruckus, Wonder of the night, Darling by day, My True delight,
Maestro of Words, Weaver of dreams, Pregnant with majesty, Birthing my screams.
Riding it high, Gallant with speed, Pulsing and throbbing, Poured forth on bronze steed.
Sword in hand, You paving the path, At Thundering waters, You'll Toss your wrath.
A penny a thought, Two cents perhaps? Writing a storyOf time now gone lapse?