Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
silk dress daddy
high heels
sends the streets
sideways
signature samba
black mamba
kiss me
mama!
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2026 10:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection. No actual ankles were endangered during the writing of this poem. Otherwise, the resulting poem would have been Trauma Mama. An uncoordinated human can dream, though, right? 💃
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Looks a bit like Obi - yes? no?! lol.
Oi be, Orchi, now that you mention it...I can't entirely unsee it! 😂 The glasses certainly aren't helping my case any. Anywho, I suspect Obi-Wan was slightly less likely to strut through a neon city in heels with a giant snake wrapped around the streetlights. 😆🐍💃🖤
Comments going off at bizarre tangents - I thought Ol'Tom was knitting that long 'sock' for a snake. lol. What ARE we talking about? We have to ask WCAT, which never tells us!
Tristan when I took ballroom dancing the samba was the first dance I wanted to learn and my wife and I did only to be disappointed after hundreds of hours to master it to find it is not the street samba they do in Brazil. I have tried to learn that one also but don't consider myself proficient. A fun poem reminiscent of the disco days that I lived through and danced the night away. Well done my friend you brought back some nostalgia
Soren, I had no idea there was such a distinction between ballroom samba and the street samba danced in Brazil! Hundreds of hours invested only to discover you'd mastered a different branch of the family tree...that had to be both impressive and a little frustrating. 😄 I'm delighted this brought back some of those disco-era memories for you, my friend. 🕺💃🖤
For you younger guys it was during the disco era that my wife and I took those lessons and danced disco. Some would say it was a strange time but it was good.
Sounds set seamlessly to music 🎶🙏🏻🕊️
Yay! I love that you heard music in it. The poem is only a handful of lines, but I wanted each phrase to bounce into the next like steps crossing a dance floor. Thank you so much, my friend! 😆🐍💃🖤
Yay! Most welcome Tittu🕊️🙏
nostalgic fun read my friend, enjoyed
Norman, thank you, my friend. I'm grateful you found it both enjoyable and memorable. Sometimes a poem simply wants to have a little fun, and this one definitely did. 🌹🖤🙏🐍💃
most welcome, a fun read
Well said, my friend. Your words capture a vibrant and playful essence of femininity and empowerment, mixing elements of seduction and strength. It portrays a character who embraces her allure and confidence, using fashion as a form of expression. The repeated calls to "kiss me, mama!" suggest a yearning for affection and recognition, blending sensuality with a familial bond.
Friendship, thank you so much! I always enjoy reading your reflections because you look beneath the surface and share what the poem stirred in you. I especially appreciate your observations about confidence and self-expression. Those qualities were certainly dancing around while this poem came together. I'm grateful you took the time to walk through this one with me. 🌹🖤🙏🐍💃
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