Yana Thompson

Yana Thompson Poems

As I hear the beating of the drums
my hips begin to twitch.

My heart thumps in tune to the beating,
...

Listen.
Listen.

Can you hear?
...

Hush now,
don't fuss now.

Your cryin' is breaking my heart.
...

I am the warior Prince Fear!
I and my solders have conquered and held this vessel for many a year.
Vengence is my brother and Lust is my sister we and our subjects have been very comfortable here.
Joy is gone and evil abounds.
...

In the darkest night and all alone,
I have walked the paths of loneliness.

In the depths of my mind I have fought then submitted,
...

How beautiful and how strong,
women young and old filled with love.
Yes, we've hurt and yes we've cried,
...

When you see a gypsy,
you see all of the sparkle and flair.

Your eyes grow wide in wonder,
...

Mother,
I loved you once,
not too long ago.
...

I've seen the good and the bad,
things that made me laugh and things that made me sad.

I've been hurt by those I loved and loved by those I've hurt,
...

Yana Thompson Biography

Yana Thompson is an avid reader of poetry. She loves to read comments about her poems from other readers and she also loves to write stories. If anyone is intrested in writing to her personally she can be reached at this E-mail adress. milneranna@yahoo.com Thanks for reading and Yana hopes that you enjoy.)

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At The Carnival

As I hear the beating of the drums
my hips begin to twitch.

My heart thumps in tune to the beating,
the beating of the never ending drums.

As I close my eyes,
I begin to sway from side to side.

Still swaying to the beat I fling out my arms,
everything that is in me is burning to dance.

I give in to these bohemic urges,
and my body begins a sensual dance that I dont know.

My skirt billows and furls in a myrad of color,
as my feet move faster and my jumps are higher.

I am in exctasy,
this is who I am and this is who I was born to be.

All of the sudden the music stops,
I open my eyes to look around and I wish that I could be swallowed
up by the ground.

People are looking at me with astonishment in their gaze,
and I come to from that mysteriouse haze.

I walk away with my head held high,
and smile sweetly at the passer bye.

I think of my dance,
going over it with a critical eye.

Then I smile to myself,
there is no reason to be ashamed or feel like I have to hide.

My skin glistening,
the sweat of my dance is like a badge of pride.

I look at the bright colors around me,
and I goad myself into just maybe one... or two more carnival rides.

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