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Alliteration Dance Poems | Alliteration Poems About Dance

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The Narwhal Song

~The Narwhal Beckons Before Dawn~

   If I could sing a song,
   It wouldn't be just any song.
   I would sing a song about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

This night I'll sing a short song of a whale
Dancing under the moonlight dusk
Swimming with ivory tusk, underwater musk
Rising to the morning glory in the sky
Communicating with the waves
Squealing around, 
Trilling and clicking supersonic sounds

   If I could tell you a tale
   It wouldn't be just any tale
   I would tell you a tale of a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Grayish brown, 
White freckled belly crown
Elusive and mysterious
Without the Arctic water, I'll get delirious
A rare whale, with a tooth for a hoot
Enjoying shrimp, squid and fish food
Taking care of the young, 
I swim in pods all day long
I' stay away from what consumes my cod
Polar bears, orca whales and native spear
My greatest fear and nightmares.

   If I could share some words
   It wouldn't be just any words.
   I would share some words about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Deep, down the ocean odyssey
My beliefs and skin peel easily 
With a tear, I drown
When called "The Underwater Unicorn"
My words are naught more than a sad song I sing
A tale of a whale not just any whale, A Narwhal
The next time you go out to sea
Looking for blubber and ivory
Please don't look at me!
For I am just a Narwhal 
And, I belong to the sea!


Copyright © SKAT A

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More than Music

A Kaleidoscope of colors divinely dances with your notes whirling in enchanting surreal song. Sparkling jewels in free flight spiral in sync with universal consciousness conceived in the cosmos, resonating and vibrating in soothing sounds. A mesmerizing melody of Heaven’s harmony. © Connie Marcum Wong Note: My husband is seriously ill with an aneurism in his heart that is affecting his lungs so please understand if I don't get to reply as much as I would like. I would be grateful for any prayers for his health. Thank you very much, Connie

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

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The dancer's Heart

I never did see a more beautiful expression
As if all four seasons had exploded
Imploded, eroded all the somber
A wonder so art she exposed
Utterly unopposed is the dancers heart
animations of vibrations move through her
A Van Gogh of flow
like aged, cellared Bordeux
Wreathes of wind, sun and soul weave
down around her roots through her being
freeing sensations into the air
As if with Gaia's divine love affair. 
Eyes drawn and beating heart unconcealed
She wields her radical, energetic shield...
The power to heal, to breathe, to love
above the brilliant sun, moon and stars
Oh what an orchestrated art in tune.
Spirit calls out to her from Earth
The birth of sound and soul unearthed
Oh what an art i've observed
To preserve the true art of a dancer's heart.

Copyright © Dominique Baptie

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As i'm stroking the side of it's face
Our lips instantly meet
Were talking about the life ahead for us
But as it turns out you don't want a relationship
I can beg and plead
And I never succeed
Now i'm screaming oh' please, oh' please
Don't give up on me
Your my life my third priority
This is not something you can throw away
For we belong together
We should never be apart
And just to start 
I should tell you
DANCE dont leave me
Do you see
This love I have for you is never ending

Copyright © Sakyra V Mance

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One fleeting Friday Freda Foster fretted at the frog pond. She  said" This was suppose 
To be my day."
I said yeah, go on. "I've been invited to this gala affair at  THE JUKE
BOX JAM  owned by Sam and I simply have nothing to wear. The 
Next day Freda  tossed three torn jeans in the trash. Just then Jesse jumped
The juke box and did the jig James and Jonesy joined in, and Willy
Watched as he too started jigging, and he did the jig with Wendy.

It was a BLAST. They went up stairs and sat in chairs and played the
Juke box and did the jig real fast.  Talked all night about the jigful past
And other dances that last.
When they went home DAY break shown. It was so surreal. Next 
SATURDAY should be the same so socialize.  Jesse called Jonesy, 
Jonesy called James. A three way conversation of cordial contention.
"Hey man how do you feel?"  James asked  Honest.
"Man we went all night. I feel alright."
Jesse added "and I feel alright we jigged and we jived."
They agreed in unison. "The thing was live."
This coming Saturday we'll surely bring the girls yeah all
Three  JOLIE, JULIA, AND JUSTINE.  Yes, then we will all show for a 
Sensational Saturday. They all agreed next week SATURDAY will
Have swag, and swing and some swang and sway.

Will Freda and Freddie Foster follow? They're so funny. Those two
Are on the money.
Oh yeah. They'll be there.


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Of Clowns and Mourners

All clowns do have a trick to give a laugh although their hearts are sick,
Upon their faces gleaming grins are glued with miles of smiles all hued,
And lofty laughter's just their frozen forte from books of circus' sort.

And mourners whimper, wail and weep although their tears are fast asleep,
And when the tears are found, the mourning mob gives its so-called sob,
While others cry, the rest just sigh, no chance to try to question why.

And on the stage of life they act with every grace and care and tact,
While limelight streams across the stage as fingers flip a book's first page,
The music starts, the voices fade and soon begins the pride parade.

The clowns do stunts and show some tricks with great delight, with clever flicks,
But one of them laughs much too loud, much more than what is just allowed,
His laughter chokes him till he dies with pools of tears that flood his eyes.

The mourners' chance to steal the show has come, it's crying time they know
They soak the dead clown with their tears and hope their wails the audience 
But then their weeping drones too much, the viewers frown, their scalps they 

And now the clowns they dance no more, their brother's corpse still on the floor
Down on their knees they make no sound, they feel they're lost, they look around
And whent they weep and wailed at last, the crying clowns disband their cast.

And so the mourners get the right to own the stage, to make the sight,
They sing and cheer, their faces bright, they tease the clowns with much delight,
And there upon the stage they dance the merry-making mourners' dance.

Well, what a sight, and such a scoop, while mourners prance, the clowns just 
The audience laughs at such a joke, they say the chick swallows the hawk
A change of roles, a change of souls, the lights go out, down crash the walls!

Copyright © romeo naces

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Father, who never cared
Father, who was never there
Father, who missed it all
Father, who caused me to fall
Father, who broke my heart
Father, who hated me from the start
Father, who missed his chance
Father, who will never see my last dance
Father, who said goodbye
Daughter, who is to strong to cry.

Copyright © Alexis Hogg