Swing Poetry

 

All Poems/Songs © By Carlos Cardona

I Won't Say
(Swing Song for Carolyn)

Intro

V1
I won't say, that I was sad,
I won't say, that I was bad,
I won't say, I was despondent,
I won't say, they weren't respondin',
All I need to know's one thing,
Can you dance, girl, can you Swing,

Chorus:
Can you dance, girl, can you Swing,
Can you show them how to sing,
Can you Swing girl, are you with me,
Can you West Coast, Shag and Lindy,
(Repeat)

V2
I won't say, I was depressed,
I won't say, I was possessed,
I won't speak, of older girlfriends,
I won't ask, about your male friends,
All I need to know's one thing,
Can you dance, girl, can you Swing,

Chorus:
Can you dance, girl, can you Swing,
Can you show them how to sing,
Can you Swing girl, are you with me,
Can you West Coast, Shag and Lindy,

Bridge:
You can swing, you are the most,
I could eat you girl, on toast,
Put on a Blues, a Swing or Pop,
And we won't ever, ever stop,

V1
I won't say, that I was sad,
I won't say, that I was bad,
I won't say, I was despondent,
I won't say, they weren't respondin',
All I need to know's one thing,
Can you dance, girl, can you Swing,

Chorus:
Can you dance, girl, can you Swing,
Can you show them how to sing,
Can you Swing girl, are you with me,
Can you West Coast, Shag and Lindy,

Outro

 

Poems

Dancing The Blues

It was a dancing thing,
A convening of bodies in motion,
Of minds that are silent and hearts that are filled,
Of music,
Wonderful music expressed in movement,
Raucous and loud, then tender and gentle,
Music from the heart and gut,
Dancing the Blues at North River Bar,
That improv lovingly called "West Coast Swing.".

The music, the dancing, the smoke! Yeechh!
Too much for a mere mortal to survive without You,
But then I see You, standing by the bar,
Beer in hand, support friend by your side,
Fearing rejection by better dancers,
That scourge of the beginner.

I watched you from the dance,
And dared to sing "A Love Supreme",
Not long after I drank you in,
You smiled and said, "okay".

We danced and talked, smiled and traded numbers,
Spoke of broken love and bad mistakes,
Made some plans and took a chance,
It was every desire of a new love encounter,
When I saw you again alone, I knew my pain could melt.

Driving away my blues with your touch, your smile,
Your lips, your warmth, your voice, your eyes,
Your hands, your hair, your heart,
Your passion, your kindness, your wisdom,
And you can dance too?

 

Ulysses Does Xmas

When first we met, first glance of sweetness,
Behind the high, dance studio desk,
Not a dim vision for me, well lit I remember it,
The desk, the phone, the schedule, and You!

I wasn't classing then, with exceptions,
That rare and brilliant teacher/dancer so new,
So different that attention and money must be paid,
Their "competition steps" scanned,
Their "privates" attended,
There was a star now, and I was around again,
Around to be schooled again,
It was okay, I didn't mind,
She was the sexy World Champion.

I had been around before, three years on the team,
One year we were the Champions too,
Only American Champions, but it was ours,
I had DJ'ed, and hosted them on my web,
I guess I was finally a part of the family,
Someone you'd invite to Xmas.

So I went, one warm Sunday in December,
To eat, to drink, to dance, to gossip,
To forget about a broken non-relationship,
That daymare that refused to end,
I had even brought a date, what a mistake!

For who could see anyone else when you arrived?
Who could dance with anyone else when you were dancing?
Raven-haired Venus, patient Penelope,
"Little of both" Dark Lady of my soul,
When we danced you stared at me,
Your gaze driving deep inside me,
What were you looking for, what did you see?
You didn't have to look that hard, just listen,
It seemed to me that everyone could hear it,
My heart was going like mad:
"And yes I said yes I will yes, yes, yes."

 

Swing Song In Your Heart

Sunday at the dance, at the club Continental,
Sunday after Sunday, every single Sunday drawn to this Sun,
This Mecca of Merriment, this Jerusalem of Swing,
Where dancers old and young, black and white,
Christian, Jew, Buddhist and Nothing,
Are spiritually fortified by the Forties,
By the music and dancing of that golden time,
Time that Glenn, Benny, Count, Jordan and Duke ruled,
A time called Big Band, when Swing was King.

There, one Sunday, as I tucked in my spot,
I noticed a bright light in the corner,
It came from a creature, so radiant, so sweet,
That I was overwhelmed and felt the need of consorting,
To connect our voices together,
I opened my mouth and said something typically erudite:
"Uh, wanna dance?"

But then we were stepping,
And so good did it feel, so delightful the partner,
That I hoped it could continue through the dancing,
That perhaps we'd spend the night holding left to right,
Swinging out, tap stepping, tucking and turning,
Lindy whipping, hammerlocking and stomping off,
Dancing off into her arms, her lips and heart,
All this I was dreaming, of leading that light.

But then I let her go, as I have learned to do,
So we could dance with others and compare,
Then 'twas later I saw her again,
And would not miss my chance to talk alone,
To learn of her life and passions, to see if passion coincides,
And tell her of my hopes of further knowledge,
Knowledge of her kind teaching, her gentle heart,
It was then I knew: she has my number.

O Dark Blonde in a swinging sonnet,
Beautiful One in my Rock 'N' Roll soul,
Would that sweet swing song in your heart be mine.

 

La Vida es Juego

Again dancing, dancing, dancing around and around
Up and down and through, endlessly swerving,
Rolling, checking, grinding, sliding, bouncing,
Whipping, inside turning, grooving and kicking,
Day after day the dance of life's one long song,
One long dance that never ends.

Sad, so sad after that last try, felt like the last try for love,
Tried to back up into love, love through the back door,
Through good sex and not through love,
Could have worked, didn't.
I cared for the one that was there,
Tired, so tired of it all.

So who are you trying to kid? Al Green?
"I'm so tired of being alone, I'm so tired of on my own?"
There you are, back at the dance,
Looking around again, checking out the cute ones,
Forget the fall, just get back on the horse!
"Crawling from the wreckage, into a brand new car!"
It's been months since it ended, just got around to
Don't want her back.

Saw her, or rather, saw her body moving, Lindying,
Black tights and belly shirt,
Hard to believe someone could look that good,
So beautiful, such a fine dancer,
Could she really be interested in me, I'm older
And wiser, which does warn me against young girls,
Steiner was right you know, wait for 35.

But maybe I don't want to be wise anymore,
My wisdom hasn't helped me to find happiness,
Maybe I just want, one more time, to be with someone
Young and pretty, and damn the consequences.
La vida es juego, y juego es baile.
Life is play, and play is dance.
Besides, she got me to write this poem.

 

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