MMMM Latinish.

Hello and welcome to M.M.M.M. this week we are to go with a Latin signature! So to start with I am going to include a poem I wrote back in December 2012

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I need to Tango Tango, I mean the whole fandango. I need to strut and and grind I need to Tango. I need to step and side step I need to spin and twirl I maybe in the body of an older woman but at heart I am still a girl.

I need to meet the eyes of dark haired man. I need him to hold me to him, to move me , he can can can! I need the high heels I need a red dress I want the rush I need the sex I know I will blush blush blush!

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I want to Tango Tango I need to dip and angle I need to sway, and over, a strong arm to dangle. I need excitement I need distraction I  really crave satisfaction, action action action!

I need to fondle and be fondled. I need to  excite and be excited OH! I need to Tango Tango I need to see a man go wild and spin me off my feet. I need to Tango Tango I want to tell everyone so I shall tweet tweet tweet!

I need to Tango Tango in a new dress and some spangols !I need to glide and swirl I need to to pretend and in my head be a dizzy dizzy girl !

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Monday’s Music Moves Me is sponsored by Marie, Cathy, Alana, and Stacy, so be sure and visit them, where you can also find the Linky for the other participants.

What do you see # 237- May 6, 2024 Angel in Pain.

Sadje at Keep it alive said: “Welcome back to another WDYS prompt“

Rules;

• You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
• Write an original story, poem or a caption.
• There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
• If you post a response before next Sunday, I will be able to add it to my roundup post.
• I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
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• There are issues with pingbacks in WordPress these days. So please paste a link of your post in the comments section so that I don’t miss anyone in the roundup post.

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Does this picture inspire you to write something?

Image credit; Marianna Smiley @ Unsplash “Thrive” by Danial Pooper a sculpture in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a giant female figure who is opening her chest to show the greenery inside. There are cracks on the visage and torso of this sculpture.

Angel in Pain

I saw the Angel at the grave weeping tears.
The weight grief she carried, through the years

It hurt to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry.
The hate and betrayal all around I wondered why she’d tarry.

Her tears were real I touched I know.
I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been.
The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo. She’d held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she has tried .
To help us toward peace and love is always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised.
I a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride.
Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin.
To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound
I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found.
As well as tears I saw great knowledge gained from living life too long.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen
She begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green.
I asked her what the seeds were and why upon this slope.
She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered “These are the seeds of hope!”

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world,
It was a terrifying thought. To keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make a vow.
Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow.
I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those tiny seeds I then did sow.I saw the Angel at the grave she was weeping tears. The weight of all the grief she had seen, years of pain and fears.

It hurt me to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry. The hate and betrayal all around I wondered why she should tarry.

Her tears were real I touched them so I know. I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been. The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo she had held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she had tried .To guide and help and educate us toward peace and love . It was always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised. I am a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride. Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin. To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found. As well as tears I saw great great knowledge gained from living life too long, not the type we learn from college.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen she begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green. I asked her what the seeds were that she asked I plant upon this slope. She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered they are the seeds of hope!

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world, it was a terrifying thought so around them, to keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make to me one vow. Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those seeds I began to sow.

The angel sighed so gently I nearly didn’t hear.
She touched my face and told me not to fear.
She looked so very tired, she looked so very old.
Then suddenly with no fuss she once again was made of marble cold.