Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Will be not posting for the next couple days as I set up my official web site and get some other important next steps in order. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Will be not posting for the next couple days as I set up my official web site and get some other important next steps in order. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
When I was back there at the rock concert hall,
There was a person there
Who put forth ice to chill the heat,
A passion meant solely for them—
Meant solely for them—
Meant solely...for them.
That passion is hence forth no longer theirs!
I sought out my own asylum,
A space for my feet to dance,
A place for me to dance.
Marijuana joints and chocolate shroomies,
I danced my heart out—I had the zoomies—
I couldn’t stay trapped in that frigid hell,
So I kept on dancing and strutting my bell, you see?
I channeled the man up on the stage,
Still showed my love despite my age—
I turned the page.
Jigging hard,
Moving my bones,
Dancin’, jammin’
On my own,
Reveling, dancing, on the floor.
Lifting my shoes,
Getting views,
This hot dancer
Jigged the blues.
A cop got mad.
So I laughed a little.
Yes I did.
Hahaa!
This was the best part of the dance,
This was the dance, the best part,
He didn’t like.
What did he say?
Yeah.
“Sir, right—
You okay, huh?”
“Yeah, proud to be dancing to this”, said I.
“These stressful days are here to stay,
“My love still won’t look my way.
“I will dance till my last day—
I’m a wild child here to play.
Ain’t nobody—not even you—
Gonna get in my way.”
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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This “wild child” crackles with unrestrained energy and defiant joy. From the charged opening in the concert hall to the final declaration of freedom, the poem rides a surge of ecstatic movement. It feels like a personal anthem that is unequivocal in its celebration of dance as liberation 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you, dear poet and friend, for reading this with a presence that makes writing feel worth it. “A personal anthem”…yes, that’s exactly what it became. Thank you for dancing with me in it. Means more than you know. 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
Reliving the meaning of youth, the freedom and enjoyment that those nights out gave you enjoyed the read
Thanks, Tobani…I really appreciate the support. Glad it delivered and that you enjoyed the ride. Always means a lot, my dear friend. 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
You are very welcome
Tristan this poem of revelry delights the heart. Dance often neglected in the arts is probably the oldest of the arts. It comes from the inner self raw and untamed a rhythm of millenia of drumbeats and moves the body and feet. It burns energy pent up and together with song takes one back to the beginning where thrashing arms and feet with raucous cries brough nurturance. What better way pain to stay A lovely poem of expression
Soren, I absolutely love what you said here…dance as the oldest art, as raw release and return to origin…yes, yes, and yes. Thank you. Very much appreciated. 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
You are welcome Tristan hope you are doing well
I am, Soren. Thank you. I hope the same for you too.
Good write, Tristan.
Thank you Jerry! Much appreciated! 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
Is that you raving there - as in dancing - or is it some other bloke? I dunno - Popeye, or Obi or someone? lol.
Oh…snap…I was going to guess Olive Oyl! 😳🤪
This poem is chock full of exhuberence and all out fun, yeah! Thank you for sharing this amazing expetience. As one who appreciates large print, I thank you.
You’re welcome, Bella! Glad it delivered and you had fun! I like larger print myself and normally keep mine at 18 pt when I can. Didn’t realize I went to 24 pt. 🤣 but it looks good…so, it stays on this one. Glad that worked for you. Your time and thoughtful and constructive engagement is very much valued. 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
You are very much valued my friend.
Methinks, oh thou self-proclaimed "wild child," thou forgotest the closing quote marks. There's something so energizing about yielding to the passionate impulse of such influences, isn't there, though? And the copper merely was trying to do his duty in keeping the peace, no offense to you, he simply wasn't allowed to let it get out of hand. [I do love law enforcement. If only--] Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a lively poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Missy, I always appreciate your careful reads, my dear friend! For my part, this piece wasn’t about chaos or lawlessness..it was about surviving heartbreak and humiliation through expressive dance at a concert. And while I have deep respect for those in law enforcement (I have police in my own family), I’ve also seen how easily power can be misused. Anywho, thank you for your time and your deep engagement as always. 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
Empathy comes via my experience of reggae - the first time I could move at all.
Great stuff Tristan.
Thanks, Dave…Rock…or Reggae…on, mate! Glad this piece sparked that memory. Appreciate you my friend. 🕯️🎤🩸🔥
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