Do you not realize that the dance is the pure act of metamorphosis? ~Unknown
Dance Of The Broken Bones
Starlight spotlights ghouls and creeps Waking from a grave yard sleep Vanished tissue, worm gnawed skin Eternal is the faceless grin
Midnight is the waking hour Mischief spins it's darkest power From the plot of six feet deep Rested now, the ghoulish leap
Musicians drum what once was skinned As music starts, the dance begins They shake, they spin, they rattle roll They jitterbug, they waltz and stroll
They loose a bone, or two or three But they've not eyes or care or see They decompose down to the bone And sing along as banshee's moan
Incoming!
Come dance, come dance, lets mix our bones Lets trip this cript, lets dig our home I'll bone you good, if you bone me No room for gloom in death's debris
You've just described my rising from the grave to wreak my vengence upon Killer Kate...that's twice she's done me in LOl. Loved this seasonal offering Anita. Where did you get my shower picture from? LOL
Musicians drum what once was skinned... LOVE THIS!! A grrrreat seasonal offering and yet stands in its own right as a "parallel" piece which intrigues, intoxicates and causes the gooey-grey matter to pulsate... Horror and fascination provide a heady brew here. But, as always, your fine-wine poetry for us to imbibe. Excellent!! K xx
Exactly what Beethoven did after he died! Heh, for some of us, we do this dance already - I have the one knee higher than the other knee to prove it. They did not call me Tinribs at school for nothing. I was used by the biology teacher as an anatomy chart.
Fun read Anita, had me dancing all the way back to my Tinrib days.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
One and a two and a three, ALL SING TOGETHER....AS SCRIPTURE SAYS, WELL KINDA.....
I love it! Shake, rattle and rolley bones...enough to make Elvis rise from the Graceland grave and sing the Monster Mash...and end it with a fading Muuhaahaa. Goulishly good, Anita!!
xo Taylor
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
Shake, rattle and roll...a thrillin' chillin' I got from reading this. You're too funny! Panda :)
Then bones are doing the "Jail House Rock" down under!!
But don't you step on my toes!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
I invite you to come with me to a cemetry on a drak night, but without rain. I'd rather not catch a cold. It will be enough that I'd wake up next day all jitters. Ghoulishly lovely poem. Victor
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You sure did this one well..I'm savin' this one..Thanks Anita!
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Sherry
Love the gliphs too.
Elizabeth
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Lew
Exactly what Beethoven did after he died! Heh, for some of us, we do this dance already - I have the one knee higher than the other knee to prove it. They did not call me Tinribs at school for nothing. I was used by the biology teacher as an anatomy chart.
Fun read Anita, had me dancing all the way back to my Tinrib days.
Ezekiel connected them dry bones
Ezekiel connected them dry bones
Ezekiel connected them dry bones
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Gonna hear the word of the Lord.
Your toe bone connected to your foot bone
Your foot bone connected to your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone
Your leg bone connected to your knee bone
Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone
Your thigh bone connected to your hip bone
Your hip bone connected to your back bone
Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone
Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone
Your neck bone connected to your head bone
I hear the word of the Lord.
Them bones, them bones gonna walk around
Them bones, them bones gonna walk around
Them bones, them bones gonna walk around
I hear the word of the Lord.
Disconnect them bones, them dry bones
Disconnect them bones, them dry bones
Disconnect them bones, them dry bones
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Your head bone connected from your neck bone
Your neck bone connected from your shoulder bone
Your shoulder bone connected from your back bone
Your back bone connected from your hip bone
Your hip bone connected from your thigh bone
Your thigh bone connected from your knee bone
Your knee bone connected from your leg bone
Your leg bone connected from your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected from your foot bone
Your foot bone connected from your toe bone
I hear the word of the Lord
I hear the word of the Lord.
xo Taylor
Would love to hear it set to music...whatcha call a Rave from the Grave...Muuwhaaa
Peter
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Love,
CJ
But don't you step on my toes!!
Love Tinka