Boogie

A Samba lives in my feet, Tango in my heart

A Waltz follows me down the street, West Coast Swing gives me a start

There is Salsa in my hair, Jive shuffles my shoes

A Cha cha in my staggered stare,  A Bossa Nova sings the blues

Got a Merengue in my butt, Cumbia drinks tequila at night

Flamenco in my strut, Passa Doble for a fight

Ballet wears tight pants, Disco painted in glitter

Milonga for romance, Mambo a great baby sitter

Belly dance is on the pill, Reggaeton a Jamaican treat 

Lombada danced in bed while you're Krumping your sweet

Oh there is more behind the door, and some on tap

Fox trot across the floor, so hard to Hip hop to rap

Reviews

[Jansy]

Soren,

This poem is a full-on ballroom of the mind. I can practically hear the samba in my sneakers and feel the Tango tugging at my ribs. Each line spins you into a different rhythm, a chaotic yet perfectly orchestrated dance of motion and mood. It’s absurd, joyous, and impossibly alive- like the universe itself decided to boogie.

-James☆

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read James it just crept out of a silent night into a dancing day.

[RomaJ]

This poem bursts with joy and motion. Every line pulses with rhythm, from playful absurdities to intimate beats, making the body move before the mind catches up. It’s a celebration of energy, humor, and the irrepressible heartbeat of life.
..Roma

[Soren]

Roma you are so kind and I thank you for your review and generosity.

[Buddhistboy73]

Nice light-hearted take on the various forms of dance here my WC friend...:)

You do well to know that many dance forms....!

Thanks for sharing...

BB73

[Soren]

Thank you for reading this piece it is most appreciated. I do not claim to know them all but appreciate them.