
God is a mirrorball;
see yourself in his gaze.
His name reflected on your forehead.
It pleases him to invite you in
through fog machine clouds
to the rainbow dome, his throne,
where straight and gay
sashay away in his glory,
inhabiting heavenly tunes–
God will be your strobe light.
The stars, his angels, glitter
in stride, twinkle in a heavenly choir.
Nations moonwalk,
tribes and tongues do the twist, so
waltz away your tears with tissues of clouds.
You are here; he is now.
Besides, the moves are all free.
Mirrorball god, lake of crystal
that never rusts,
for where you two-step,
your heart will also floss.
Transparent as glass,
these tap-dance streets;
Soul Train pearly gates swing
open with the beat.
The club is a paradise,
a house made of hand jives,
of rectangular thunder and lightning,
whole-shack-shimmy stardom;
the seven spirits do the slide kinda vibe.
Bread of life, teach me how to Dougie
about a bar of age-ed wine.
I’m a believer; the mirrorball’s divine.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
For the 2/11 episode of Late Night Poets~ Break on Through
Inspired by the artwork of David Dalabo
This is absolutely brilliant!
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Thank you. Was meant to be. 😊
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Excellent! a hippy, trippy piece with even a sly nod to the B 52s; love its exhilarating imagery, its zestful energy …
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Thank you kindly, John. There’s just not enough dancing lately. Cheers to more disco days.
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bring ’em back; they were cheerful times: the Bee Gees did their best work around then 🙂
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😀 since writing this I’ve been seeing mirrorballs everywhere. Is it the chicken egg syndrome, or just that I miss the freedom of the dance floor?
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This was such a gorgeous piece, K! ❤ Beautiful magical verses that sweep the reader away.
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Thank you kindly, Tom. A joyful write, and so I’m pleased it moved you. 💜
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What an awesome write, K. “I’m a believer; the mirrorball’s divine.” Yep, that’s pretty much it. Love this one. 💙
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Thank you kindly, Jeff. Heaven could be like that, yeah. 💜
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You’re most welcome, K. Always. Indeed. 💜
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Love the images in this poem.
‘Nations moonwalk,
tribes and tongues do the twist, so
waltz away your tears with tissues of clouds.’ If heaven exists, let it be like this!
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Here. Here. I’ll see you on the dance floor in the sky, friend. Thank you for these kind words.
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This is such a visual fest of a poem with spirit and energy. Love it K! ❤❌❤
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Thank you kindly, Carolyn. I enjoyed the spin of creating this piece. Since then, seems I’m seeing mirror balls everywhere. 💜
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Lol 😆
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great creativity, a treat to read!
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Thank you. I’m so sorry I missed your comment. I appreciate your kind words.
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you are welcome and no problem it happens… plus better late than never
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Beautifully written poem!
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Thank you kindly, Shirley. Ready for my never-ending disco.
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