Conga Poems - Poems about Conga

being in a May-December relationship could test the boundaries of patience like the football socks under a teenager’s bed it does not age well these relationships have unique challenges the rehashed stories of ‘the good old days’ smell of figments...Read the rest...

Follow Me Come on, join in, hook onto the end of the conga line! Hands on the hips of one ahead all following along in a snaky, winding, whooping line like a centipede jiggly jiving, legs astride! Three shuffles on the beat, step,...Read the rest...

To jitterbug and jive, perhaps to feel alive; Dreaming that I too could dance as well as you; Strutting to a tango in Chichicastenango Touring a veranda edged with jacaranda. Four eyes eagerly dancing; engagingly entrancing Above paired swaying hips...Read the rest...

The conga line stretches on for miles, With wedding gown leading her groom, Swerving in and out of future trials, Before the newlyweds head to their room. With wedding gown leading her groom, Happily stunning in her pearly crown. Before the...Read the rest...

Listen to the Conga drums speak Drench my soul with the spirited beat Break the chains from around my feet And sprinkle some rum on the street. Listen to the conga drums speak Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep Electrify...Read the rest...