Allemande Poems - Poems about Allemande

...Negligent grooming habits unbridled Apathy toward mine personal hygiene i.e. relinquishing attention linkedin with bare toiletries, cuz I rarely spruced myself up nor never maple leave to cea......Read More

... We dance with desire; we dance with dislike. As human beings, we all are alike. Flames of desire will always leap higher. We dance with dislike; we dance with desire. If desire is lust, we ......Read More

...I can only live in a garden where warped talons of tiger tulip petals mar unbroken lines of pastel shimmer, not where silent cerulean lakes float as though aloft in frames of polished stone ......Read More

...Long arm gendarme My mistake namaste Backpack bivouac On the Road with Kerouac Brilliant stars, silent nights Fireflies, Northern Lights Mountain streams, fresh air Fall asleep anyw......Read More

...there is a yak from katmandu who likes to square dance at the zoo promenade left and do si do allemande right heel and toe you didn't think a yak could square dance, did you ......Read More

...To a rhythm my feet were moving. Left, right, T.A.N.G.O. Moving at a pace full of life and spirit. A willing partner I had. Twirl, pause, five steps always ahead. Stamp and up he holsters me. H......Read More

...This long awaited date - a hoedown it’s to be shy smiles as we head in we touch hands nervously We allemande left and do-si-do Then both head ladies chain and breathlessly we meet in each o......Read More

... Crack that whip, jerk the line, Let's start dancing it's no time to dine. First you holler, then you sing All join hands and make a ring. Now if you please circle wide, spread......Read More

... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This long awaited date - a hoedown it’s to be shy smiles as we head in we touch hands nervously We allemande left and......Read More

... Written by Maurice Yvonne and Seren Crack that whip, jerk the line, Let's start dancing it's no time to dine. First you holler, then you sing All join hands and make a ring. Now ......Read More

...Weeeeel, It's friday night And I got my fiddle Alfred's here And he starting to niggle I said call the dance And make those folks wiggle Here at the Soup hoe down He stood at the mike And......Read More

...I rest my chin upon her , I caress her neck She responds with the music of the ages Silky hair rubs across the smoothness of her belly Her melodious voice Heard soaring in the wind We are one Tog......Read More

..."The Folk Dance" On the backs of well formed muscular miners Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis For the men who need coal, fat cats and such Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear th......Read More