Have a care, mind your backs, watch out,
you there…
don’t you know it’s extremely dangerous to
linger here?
There’s trouble a brewing, there’s a fight
in store,
I don’t know who’ll win but I know one thing
for sure,
by taking nothing for granted, you leave nothing
to chance
Now, …
lets start this again,
wishing I’d never agreed
I’d learn to dance…
LadyP©2013
Penpusher by Pen
LadyP (aka Pen),mixed-up some might say, as she views the World her slanted way, prithee welcome, sit, take a pew, she hopes her thoughts will interest you.
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Hortense, Magic and Morris…….
Magic Light……
Dragon Tears……
Phoenix/ Rebirth
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mystafied on Change… Debbie D. on Change… mary on Change… mary on Change… Monica on Tuning Fork… Connections…
Pen Pusher, I just write when the mood takes me, and wherever my imagination wants to go I try to follow.... 
● Poems 'n Stuff ● 
well it is slightly less hazardous than learning to drive ( with your partner teaching!!)
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ah now…. you’ve never seen me trying to dance, Willow, I leave a trail of destruction behind me… Mayhap I should concede defeat, whilst someone still has two feet left…(as apposed to my two left feet that is .. 😉 ) xPenx
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I wish I could have away to learn.
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I wish so too, Carole, whereas my partner wishes I hadn’t thought of trying… at all!! … now, one two three…coordination is the key, was that your foot or mine?.. 😉 xx
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guess that’s why I learned to dance…
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ah, Eddie, have you come to take over?… My partner wishes you would… Mayhap it’s the teacher?… 🙂 xx
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There is only one “you” and I can not write like you. Your unique style, witt and form add up to the reason why many return again and again! Besides…you’re loved by me and many others too!
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I’m almost speechless my friend, note I said almost … 😉
You’re so kind Eddie, my thanks for such an accolade, in fact you’ve made me blush… now … would you care to dance? I’ll try and put my best foot forward… but … I don’t know which one it is… xxxx
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I love the way you write, Pen!…Oh you, you can dance, everyone can. 🙂
Let’s dance over to the table for a cuppa. :
Hugs a plenty! xxx
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You made me think of Abba, then Deb, You can dance, you can jive *cough* sorry, was I singing too loud then? 🙂 … and that cuppa’s always appreciated… hugs aplenty my friend… xPenx
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Ah, Pen… I can’t dance, I can’t jive… and that is so painfully obvious when I do!!! So I don’t very often. Hardly ever, now in fact…
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Ah Sir Aquatom, isn’t it funny, that in our minds we know we’re perfect at everything, (’til we try that is) yet here I am trying to coordinate the steps to the music and somehow I miss a beat, mayhap just one, and then the rhythm just goes and what should be a perfectly smooth dance becomes a jerky non event… xx
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🙂 Loved this one Pen! xx
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Thank you Beth, glad you did, Care to dance my friend?… 🙂 xx
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I can’t dance either! LoL!!! 🙂
Love the poem! 🙂
Huge hugs!
Prenin.
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HI Sir Prenin, glad you enjoyed my taster of learning to dance… Have a good day my friend. Luv ‘n Hugs xx
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Hi I have nominated you for the The Dragon’s Loyalty Award, which you highly deserve! details to be found here :http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/the-dragons-loyalty-award/ love for now willow. xxxxx
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Many thanks for thinking of me Sweet Willow, ’tis an lovely honour you have bestowed. As with all such honours I accept with a huge smile but find myself sadly unable to partake time wise… hugs aplenty… xPenx
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In my own little world I can Dance Pen ha! Had a gent lead me once at a party and yey! I could dance maybe he was guiding me , and very well to.
Hugs Sheila
Lovely Poem xxx
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I think the partner/teacher is all important, Sheila, and your lovely experience bears this out… Glad you enjoyed my foray onto the dance floor, and hugs aplenty my friend. xPenx
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This is perfect, Pen. We often go the wrong way around the floor, adding another dimension of encounter.
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I suppose you could say it’s a good way to ‘meet’ people. Monica,… my way of treading on their toes means they’ll never forget me… 😉 … hugs to you my friend. xPenx
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Whoot !!
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mayhap a warning ‘hoot’ was need Alexander… or a ‘L’ sticker on my back,.. 🙂 xx
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This poem is a wonderful summation of the finite dance we are forced into as we encounter the world.
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I think we all try to learn the dance of life, James, we just seem to be listening to different tunes. If we could synchronise, mayhap we’d stop leaving a total trail of destruction in our wake. Many thanks for your comment and for dropping by new friend… xx
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Your poem is exactly what l happen to me if ever i go to a dance class..;) Although last year i did want to learn to jive.. Maybe that can be delayed forever.. Just needs a great partner.. Maybe an old friend.. 🙂 Nice poem.. Very well put..
Sheena xoxo
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Thank you Sheena, it makes me feel better to think I’m not alone in my experience. 🙂 … I agree about the right partner, ’tis an important ingredient methinks. Have a great week my friend…. xPenx
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I love dancing! But I gotta admit since entering my 50s, I only do it when I’m at home alone! 😉
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I suppose that’d be better for me Kate, to put my partner out of his misery and give his feet a rest, 😉 … xx
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Words of wisdom there dear Pen when learning to dance, personally It took me a while to master the Trox Fot, hehe.
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Trox Fot indeed Ian… thanks for the chuckle,…:-) … mayhap I’ll try the ‘stew step’ next?… heh!! Many thanks for commenting my friend… xx
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I always Had two left feet 🙂
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’tis a problem we both share then Sue… 😉 xx
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un pas de danse miss Pen !!!! bisous
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A pleasure Monsieur Paul, forgive me should I step on your feet as we dance… xxx
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Well if it’s dancing then I sure hope both sides win!!!! Graceful steps 1 – swollen toes 0 !! LOL
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