Heatwave.

Eyes lit, heart ablaze, heat spreading

the world doesn’t know the path that I’m treading.

A verbal salvo of spiritual ammo lights up

as I unleash the Word to the Devil, fight’s up.

A battleground between heaven and hell

all false illusions and teachers to dispel.

I’m a sinner, but with Christ, I’m a winner

He even asked to join a tax collector for dinner.

Despite my sins, He was faithful to redeem

and He saved me with what was sure to seem

like myriad troubles and demons on my mind

blocking out the vision, leaving my soul fully blind

But now I grind as I rhyme for my Savior

thinking of lyrics for my bros to savor, He adds flavor

to my life, shining from within

cleansing me of all the guilt and sin.

My head spins as I take a moment to consider

all the times my heart was made cold and bitter.

Yet His presence guarded me from fell angels

Providing me with sight from His holy angles.

So I saw an alternative to committing suicide

because in His arms I could always abide.

The Devil got nothing on you when you have the Lord

so keep running your path to end up with the reward.

A treasure in heaven of abounding measure

that fills your heart with more than pleasure.

This dreary life may soon be a banality

but stay true to Christ’s sense of spiritual morality

ending Satan’s dread strokes with a swift finality

leaving him in this world as the lone fatality.

So now the bars heat up as the passion ascends,

The means do not always justify the ends.

A heatwave is good if it’s for your spirit

So this is the message, I need you to hear it.

Unleash the Christ within, let Him shine in your life

taking away the pain, the cares, the strife.

No need for a dagger or a knife

‘Cause Christ has already won the fight.

Letting you soar to the sun like a summer kite.

Spirit blazing, soul pounding, heart racing

a man stands alone as he stops pacing.

He discovers His Word and joy fills his heart

as he goes back to his room to perfect his art.

It was not a worldly romance that he needed to complete

but it was the spiritual race in which he came to compete.

Finding his way, he infuses the Trinity

into his piece and it’ll last ’til infinity.

A final reminder to encourage the brethren

stay true to the walk and live to be a veteran

God has so many mysteries to disclose

and simple faith is all He does propose

In order for His children to understand His plan

for in the end, He is God who became a man

that we might be saved by His mighty hand.

No more punishment to bear on our shoulders;

light the fire within, for the embers, they smolder.

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Judge’s Breakdown of a Performance.

So I don’t do this often because I’d much rather have my audience have their freedom to interpret my work as they desire and in accordance with their own personal experiences, but here is an analysis of my last work, “Two to Tango.”  This is written with the knowledge and intended effect of the author (me) in mind, but more than anything I’d like for my readers to find a place for it within their own lives and in their own circumstances.

I was thinking about new material to post on this site, especially since summer is coming and I am going to have a lot of free time on my hands, when I suddenly thought about the importance of the rhyme in a poem.  There is the standard definition of the rhyme, which is, roughly, when the end words of a line sound the same; however, in poetry, the rhyme has another function.  The rhyme is the bond between the lines, the bond within the poem, and the bond between the thoughts that are expressed within the poem.  So, I thought, why not make it about a very real bond that I’ve had and, in light of recent events, make that bond more and more distant.  So, if we look at the poem, which can be found here (http://poetinaworldofprose.wordpress.com/2012/06/08/two-to-tango/), the first two lines end with rhyming words.  The bond is close between these lines.  The next stanza starts “After all, what did they know about the wonders of life?” and after one line it ends “How incomprehensible was the strife,” so “life” and “strife” are the two rhyming words.  Following this pattern, one may see that each stanza has an increase of one more line in between the rhyming lines; in the third stanza, the pattern is “ahead,” then two lines, then “bread,” and the rest follow suit until it reaches five rhyme-separating lines.

Moving on from the use of rhyme within the poem, the actual subject of the poem appears to be about tango, a form of ballroom dancing.  The dance itself is sweeping, with many movements and varying speeds at which certain maneuvers are executed.  For those unfamiliar with the dance and some of the terminology used in the poem, here are basic definitions for the various terms I chose.

Barrida — A sweep; a sweeping motion: One partner’s foot sweeps the other’s foot and places it without losing contact.

Caida — Fall: A step in which the man steps backward, sinks on his supporting leg, and crosses his working leg in front without weight while leading the lady to step forward in outside position, sink on her supporting leg and cross her working leg behind without weight

Cangrejo — The crab: A repetitive pattern of walking steps and or sacadas in which the man advances turned nearly sideways to his partner.

Canyengue — A very old style of tango from the 1900s to the 1940s. A very close embrace was used as well as some unique posture and footwork elements.

So those were the two more pressing points that I would like to address about the poem.  I hope that this may further the enjoyment and appreciation of all my readers, and I am thankful and grateful for your comments and questions.  However, poetry isn’t meant to be constricted to a certain person’s boundaries of thinking; it’s about the universal meaning of the poem.  If a poem does not attain the capacity of encompassing the general audience’s realm of experiences, then that poem is not as powerful.  The power of a poem is within its relatability; the more people who can understand a poem, the more that poem empowers mankind.  This poem embodies a regret for me personally, but it depicts the various things that I experienced, that I enjoyed, during a period of my life. The end is a fantasy, a dream, a wish of what could have been but wasn’t.  The dance isn’t about the end score; it’s about your partner and what you go through to reach that peak and experience the satisfaction of the weathered storms, finding that you have grown stronger and closer to one another.

Two to Tango.

The music plays softly in the background as the pair walk on the floor,

Both a bit nervous, both ready to run out the nearest door.

 

After all, what did they know about the wonders of life?

They did not realize how difficult it could be, how strange it was

How incomprehensible was the strife.

 

But they were bold and daring, and looked ahead

Not worrying about the score, the judges,

the crowd’s reaction, the competition, nor the

money to earn their daily bread.

 

And so hand in hand, they glided together

Minds free of mistakes and frustration

Free of the hard work and tears and sweat

The soul, the heart, the mind

and the other little things that they had to weather.

 

She starts with a barrida, sweeping him close

symbolically unified and physically united

one motion, one sweep, the legs staying together

He counters with a caida, falling back to support

her strong movements and her passionate sweeps

supporting her whenever she needed it most.

 

The two do the cangrejo, and sideways stride

the crab, and what a hard shell it was

to penetrate through and learn what was within

to understand her movements and her ideas

and to reason with his responses and reactions

was what led to the final movement:

a close canyengue filled with mutual pride.