The Last Dance - A Repost

the 

swinging

rhythm 

was 

spellbinding

the 

pounding

beat 

was 

enthralling...

 

she slipped on 

her white 

nightgown

as she 

prepared 

for bed

but the music 

playing 

outside her 

room

beckoned her

to heed 

its call

listen she did, 

and more...

the 

swinging

rhythm 

was 

spellbinding

the 

pounding

beat 

was 

enthralling...

she stepped

into 

her red 

stiletto heels

and started 

 swaying

with her eyes 

shut closed

she finally 

let go

unaware 

of the eyes 

that were 

watching...

the 

swinging

rhythm 

was 

spellbinding

the 

pounding

beat 

was 

enthralling...

he knew 

she was 

still mad 

at him

but the 

lovely sight 

was too much 

to resist

 he took 

his chance

and took her

in his arms

their eyes locked

his gaze 

drowned 

 her anger

there was 

nothing left 

but 

burning
passion...

the 

swinging

rhythm 

was 

spellbinding

the 

pounding

beat 

was 

enthralling...

 

and so, 

together 

they slowly 

swayed

to their hearts' 

content

as if 

in a 

trance

they danced 

like

there 

was 

no
tomorrow...

the 

swinging

rhythm 

was 

spellbinding

the 

pounding

beat 

was 

enthralling...

 

unbeknownst

to them

their 

time

was 

running

out

and 

tomorrow

would 

never 

come... 

the 

swinging

rhythm 

was 

spellbinding

the 

pounding

beat 

was 

enthralling...

© Bing (PinkLady) 2011

A pocketful of sunshine and 

I am reposting this poem for dVerse’s Poetics- Repeat Performance First time Through. My original post is here.

The Other Side of Happy

Happy and Sad Half Faces by Jim Dandy

happiness beckons...

a choice you have to make

no matter what the circumstances are

at the perfect time

it will all make sense

happiness beckons...

cast that smile up on the shore

the right attitude is your anchor

the best is yet to come

claim and embrace your bliss

happiness beckons…

yet you dwell on the odds

counting the obstacles 

instead of the bounty

that passed you by unnoticed

happiness beckons…

yet you live in the past

like a spurned rose

you wither on the vine

and idly wait for Gaia to claim you 

© Bing Yap [PinkLady] 2014

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Posted for dVerse’s “On the Other Hand” and The Poetry Pantry

An Attempt at Googlism and Poetry

Of living and loving... is so clear

You are bound to get hurt at some point

But it is all part of life’s amazing journey.

Of living and loving… 

Is more important than reaching 

Some perfect state of bliss.

Of living and loving… 

Is really all about listening to your intuition and

Surrendering to the moment.

Of living and loving is beyond me...

It is not to carry a hidden attitude of spiritual superiority

But of spreading universal healing for broken souls.

Of living and loving… 

Is the crux of this unlikely saga of resilience

 Far more different than you once expected or experienced.

Here’s my attempt to write poetry again. It’s been awhile since I have created one and a little help from Googlism didn’t hurt at all. Thanks to Samuel Peralta of dVerse for inviting us to contribute our own list poem based on Googlism.

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Of Time and Pain... and Gratitude (A Birthday Reflection)

I once dreamed of a sweet and gentle life

Where bliss greeted me at the door

And soft rose petals covered my bed...

But dreams are just dreams

And reality brings more pain

Than one can ever imagine...

Sheltered all my life

I thought it would all be easy

After all, up until then, life was a breeze...

Imagine my surprise

When the life I knew was suddenly interrupted

By people who thought they knew better...

Not only was there pain but shame as well

The crowd that used to surround us

Slowly dissipated into thin air...

Thank God for family and TRUE friends

It took one misfortune to unmask these faces

I wouldn't have survived without them...

Then you get to realize that

There is no such thing as an easy life

Everyone has an ordeal to tell...

Mine is a story of LOST love, life and hope

Until I decided to take the reins again

And stand up on my own...

Mine is a story of independence and liberation

Not of war but of love for life

A quest for deeper meaning of my existence...

You see, seven years ago

I would have perished with James

And my three kids would have been orphaned...

But no, God had other plans

These kids are my mission

They are meant for greater things...

And I am here to guide and lead them

To the paths that the good Lord

Has paved for them...

God has been good to us

And I feel blessed to have everything we need

Enough lessons to teach us gratitude...

Now whenever I hear my kids say "thank you"

For every little nice thing done to them

I thank God for life lessons that were not wasted...

(Re-posted from A Birthday Reflection)

© Bing Yap [PinkLady] 2012

All Rights Reserved

Linked to The Poetry Pantry #120 
and dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: It's About Time