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Dance ABC Poems | ABC Poems About Dance

These Dance ABC poems are examples of ABC poems about Dance. These are the best examples of Dance ABC poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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The gentleman who liked mangos

Down by Bliss Street where the frangipanis bask,
And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent,
Lives a gentleman with fire in his eyes and cats in his kitchen.
Oh of course I will tell you he's an angel if you ask,
And his magic lies in the making of enchantment,
Why then do dark clouds cover my silent sun?

We will sing together and dance in a fury of touch,
Like the wind does when a storm comes passed,
We will laugh and joke and taste wine in gentle sips,
And that won't matter much,
Because as you might have guessed,
Love has taken me and kissed me on the lips.

Time has curled up on her couch like a Siamese cat,
Yet he still loves mangos and a foot massage at night,
Perhaps God finally got it right,
When he touched his finger and tipped his hat,
And he walked out into the light,
Why then do dark cobwebs trap me in fright?

By the sea of blue and the grass so green,
He will lay his head on my shoulder and hum,
And all the dark clouds will drift away,
The cobwebs will vanish forever,
In the dark I will find my way,
And finally..finally...finally,
The bells repeating in my brain will cease,
And I will be able to breathe again.

Oh gentleman of Bliss Street dance for me once more,
Before the candles in my lonely church are lit,
Come with me and sway upon the dance floor,
And I will read a poem and gently massage your soul,
And the red fire of enchantment will burn forever more.


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The Dragline

THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They go chunk clunk and clank  

Arm of the boom swings 
 Far to the left then to right  
Out casts the bucket 
 And drags the rock in 

 Papa pushes the pedals and 
 Pulls the leavers
 Lifts the cranes bucket and 
 Swings the arm in 
 Dumps the rock into
 A pile at quarry
 
Just old black Burt, Bootsie and me
We ride in the donkey a brawny little engine
Careful now Uncle Burt I ‘am heavy as can be
He’d chuckle and let me ring the dingy
 As the donkey pulled all those gondola cars
 to the rock crusher A ring ding-a-ling
 here comes the train ring ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling

Dinner would be with Uncle Red Papa and me
 by the railroad tracks a fire warm 
and perhaps we would see
 Alligator Willy who would stop by to share
 some pickled eggs, sausages and a beer
                                                                                         
 I dance in the night by the light that comes
 from cranes rear window the light that
shines from the top of the boom
                                                                                                             
My stage is a beam of square light
and I dance and I swirl as the 
beam from the top boom does
swing. It’s better than the light from the moon
 
I spin and I dance in an out of
The shadows
I see my papa’s face
Through the crane’s side window’s panel

His arm is out stretched as he
Pushes and pulls
I wave I am tired now

He jumps from the tracks and
 Lifts me back in
His face has wide goofy grin
We share chocolate milk
From a thermos and take
 Orange marmalade Sandwiches wrapped in wax paper
 which were sticky and sweet
 from his Old battered Lunch Pail 

 when my feet were all wet He took off my shoes
 and placed them by Old Mr. Murphy as his engine was called 
 Dry and warm and cozy we’d be
Papa his dog Bootsie and me
 
 Northwest the crane that he ran At Seminole Rock
 he was considered the best Crane operator-man

He worked from dark tell the sand-man
I sleep in an empty dynamite crate
Filled with a string called waste
Used to spread thick grease
by the big diesel engine at the back
of the crane 
He shuts the doors as it’s starting to 
rain

The crane growls and grumbles
and rocks me to and fro
 like in a large giant’s lap 
as I take a nap
in dreams I spin and I dance 
by the light from the boom 
it’s better than the light
 from the moon





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The Rhythm of My soul

The Rhythm of My Soul

All around the room
I hear the music play
It takes control of the children’s feet
And makes their bodies sway

No one can understand
The power of a tune
Because before I know it
The music stops too soon

It acts upon emotions
And can instantly change a mood
It doesn’t deny any soul
It’s not its nature to exclude

Everyone is welcome
As long as they are willing
To leave all their problems behind
And start their bodies swinging


Some may doubt this power
And even say it’s destructive
They say it’s only good
Is for people to act seductive


Yes, this may be true for some
But for me it isn’t this way
For me it’s how I can release
And let my stress fade away

So when life gets tough
And starts to take its toll
I forget the world and start to dance
To the rhythm of my soul


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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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the beast and me

There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.


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Attending the Ball of the Dead Accompanied by the Ghost of Rouen







Attending the Ball of the Dead,
Accompanied by the Ghost of Rouen



Who would of guessed your enticing flashing smile;
Ghost of Rouen.
We cut oh! such a dash, swish, splish splash.
Splendid in your gown
fashioned by them riddled by guilt.

Aren’t I the flavour amongst them?
That tells no more tales.
A medium who shares your secrets?
Now hear ye all such fine music,
together hand in hand
 we enter the Ball.

Behold gasping with wonderment
one hundred majestic musicians,
summing up from their desire,
enchantment, careless abandonment.
Arrows were they? whistled past your ears,
 from upright English bows,
 from upright English men.

But now we are set to dance the dance,
as if all time stands still.
What I care this to be the Ball of the dead.
How they chatter and gossip everyone a ghost,
for once bound to the stake
they called you witch.

Pray I ever to seek such contentness
with one such as you, Ghost of Rouen.
Love beckons in this world
nay but the next.
Once a maid in armour now a princess In silken robes.

Spy kings , queens, emperor’s, lords and French barons,
dressed from head to toe in finery.
Mighty armies came and long gone be,
we will dance no more this night,
Ghost of Rouen.

Thank thee, thank aye thank the lord.

What precious times are had?
You with your enticing flashing smile.
Wish me, another invite
 by the Ghost of Rouen to the Ball of the dead.
                              


       






















       

































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Save The Last Dance

I saved you the last dance,
So let's dance the night away,
And wish that the music never ever stops,

I keep hoping and praying that this music never stops,
And my feet never get tired to dance,
And your mind never thinks of walking away,

I felt your heart beat from miles away,
So gentle and in sync with mine and it never ever stops,
In your embrace i found my music so let's dance,

Tonight lest dance the night away until the music stops,


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Reflection of me

The sweetest thing is knowing 
 you are the biggest part of me. 
From your tiny hands and feet 
 to you're smile. 
 A reflection of me. 
 Dance tiny princess. 
Laugh tiny princess. 
Let me be the one to worry. 

Take in yourself 
Every beautiful day 
Every sunny sky and starry night. 
For now...just be you 
And dance tiny princess. 
Laugh tiny princess. 
Let me be the one to worry.


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Prince Charming

...And one day my prince charming would come
and hold my hand and dance me around
would take me up and up and up
to the frosted and beautiful folds of cloud

through folds he'll take me to the heaven
where the birds would chitter and chatter around
and the waves would play a soft music
the winds would make a rapturous sound

the sky would shower exuberant colours
milky, creamy, snowy and pure
combined to give spirited emotions
leading us to the infinite tenure

of cheering and jovial time of life
and leading us to a promising hope
that life would bring joys and beams
have faith in God,dont leave the rope

of silverline and lots of trust
of courage, aspire, desire, support
believe that love wont fail and sink
our lives are meant to be one and whole

me and prince would dance along
till the night is passed and the sun is dawned
till the sun is set and the night is borned
and that very night is permanently prolonged

My life will change to a wonderland
all the blessings will be combined and summed
my life will sing a beautiful song
and one day my prince charming will come


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