Amanda bites her lips tight
As she sits at the bench of the dancing site.
The music is hot,
Every dancer shines in one’s unique spot.
Ann is dancing with her date Ken,
Which makes Amanda feel some pain.
“She is shy,
Please don’t even try.”
Ann always talks
To guys who come to invite Amanda for walks.
“Give me a chance.”
Ken begs Ann to encourage Amanda to dance.
“She wears No lipsticks.”
Ann teases Amanda.
“She needs NO lipsticks”
Ken defends Amanda.
But when three of them finally come,
Amanda feels so damn.
Because she is plain,
She is not invited by guys often,
Not even Ken.
Ann dresses up like a fairy,
She pulls her body very close to make her partner merry.
That’s NOT what Amanda would do,
Thus she is not considered cool.
Ken really tries
To be real nice,
But to Amanda’s dismay,
She is not ready for that kind of intimacy.
Amanda bites her lips tight
As she sits at the bench of the dancing site.
…
This is a magpie tale, thank you for reading!
*****
The poem above is a fiction based on some facts or old memories.
I hope that YOU enjoy the read.
Happy Tuesday!
Do YOU enjoy dancing when you are in college?
😉 😉 😉
Jingle Nozelar 
Wonderful post Jingle, I loved dancing at any time, although I had two left feet. LOL But I never did much slow dancing anyways, square danced, the twist, the bop, and so on.
Oh, no one wants to be the one left behind on the bench….especially if she is the one with no lipstick on…at least not in this country.
How sad. Nice job!
Beautiful post. Hi. I am midniteprincess and I was wanting to tell you some stuff bout me but I didn’t exactly know where to put it so I thought I would say something bout myself. I am a poet that is looking to get acknowledged for the poetry that I do write.
midniteprincess
They use to call those girls “wall flowers” not sure what they call them today — you brought out a hot button for some teens — sad but true.
Good read,
Joanny
I live my college days through other people’s articles, lol.
always a pleasure reading your posts 😉
Wow…nice Jingle.
Awesome….U reminded em of my college days. Thanks for reminding me.
Nice post as usual. Take Care 🙂
she is not ready…and that is something too many young ladies dont realize…rushing into adulthood…guys the same but…
That was really cool Ji. I’ve always been a plain jane girl and I think it’s better to be yourself!
Aww..how wonderful is that! I think it is alright to be plain, again like what Brian said, she just need to get ready.
Happy Tuesday!
hugs, shakira
You have captured the wall-flower experience well. Sad that so many girls have to go through this – it’s a rite of passage in many ways.
Kat
Sometimes it is those very girls who later blossom. They have a different kind of beauty. Perhaps lipstick is not for them? I liked your thought-provoking post.
Star
Poor Amanda… A good capture.
a well delivered poem about a common experience among teenagers.nice rhyming too.
Jingle….very nice one!
I do love to dance. I did in college, and I do now! 🙂 Have fun today!
Ah, the poor wall flower. Poignant piece.
Hello Jingle, thanks for stopping by my neck of the woods. I loved your poem. I feel so sad for someone like your Ann. I was just the opposite, always up jigging around and found my own partners. I loved to dance and married a man who loved to dance too. We were a spitfire couple. Come again and I will be looking for you. blessings
QMM
Well done!
I used to feel like that when I was in school:(
you are an awesome poet. its a wonderful post. you took all of us to the scenes.
“Amanda bites her lips tight as she sits at the bench of the dancing site.” Great start, great finish!
Thank you for commenting on my poem. I enjoyed stopping by and reading yours. I was always fond of the wall flowers.
I disagree with you dear, your not shy lol, yeah maybe then but not now hehe, look at all the people u deal with daily hehhe, I think this was fantastic, you really made a great effort with magpie tales and as far as I am concerned its a winner xxx
Well you are the nicest person to do this. lol
Wish I could be a writer but it takes me too long to think. My mind is a clutter as they say:)
Have a good one:)
Yes, I enjoyed dancing anywhere I went and never needed a partner.
I had so much fun with myself that people would begin to come and enjoy also.
Guys…..who needs them….right? lol
It’s nice to be a free woman.:)
Hello,
I really loved your poem
your very talented 🙂
Thanks for commenting on my page !
Marinela x
Hello
I made a comment earlier, and came back to re-read your poem. It is really quite good, I look forward to reading more of your work.
Joanny
Dear Joanny:
Would you mind place your link in the comment,
I clicked on your name but failed to hop to your blog,
sorry,
I appreciate your sweet comments and kind encouragement,
I wanted to visit you back, thus please write your link in a new comment below…
😉
Happy Tuesday to you!
I liked your magpie tale, Jingle. Very good job!
great piece, there is so much going on in this poem and so many perspectives displayed, mostly I loved the interplay between everyone
So many positive feedback on my Magpie, thank you!
I am encouraged!
Will try to do better next time!
😉
Awesome Ji, tat was a really nice poem…..
Lipstick is wat matters… the most…. ha ha …
really nice one!
keep smiling 🙂
The style is clipped and tense – much the way the young woman is feeling I expect
Loved it. 🙂
It is so sad we set looks as standard to choose than other important things.
Dear Ji: This poem made me feel light and airy like I am dancing on air! Yes, I remember my college days and my love of dancing to Nash the Slash!
finally got your link to work…this was a bit unclear or didn’t resonate with me….I wondered why you had the title when it wasn’t really in the poem as I read it. Some of the phrases are resonant, but a very different take on the tube; keep on a good first effort for sure.
I liked the way the poem began and ended with the same lines!
This makes me sad. Wallflowers usually have the most to offer.
This is very nice. It tugs at the heart strings.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
I’ll be back.
Very nice, Jingle. I remember how it felt to be a “wallflower.”
great post.
i was always real self-conscious about dancing. unless LOTS of liquor was involved…