No. 337 Agogo


Collecting Coffee

I’m taking lessons…
To learn to move my feet…
My arms and hips….
Someone one said …
I was just too stiff..
Why learn clogging?
When I want to be sexy instead?
So Samba it is…
The musicians seem to open a door…
Tonight there’s a pianist…
A drummer and an agogoist…
When he hits those bells…
I feel my heart swell…
My whole body…
Seems to flow to the beat…

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About agogo22

Director of Manchester School of Samba at http://www.sambaman.org.uk
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3 Responses to No. 337 Agogo

  1. Hi , it’s funny “liking” my own poem…Hey thanks for showing it off. I was talking to my brother the other day..He was telling me how dance, music, art, poetry, creating videos and writing quiets the mind.. ( the ego part..) and allows us to tap into almost a world wide way of thinking. I always call it a “Zone”..I always think dance goes deeper because the body is being moved in a different way. In the moment people describe …feeling free..Music carries us easily into that place as well. When I write poetry…it’s always with foreign music of all types in the background..It puts me in a different place..and then I write…

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