Best Ballrooms Poems

Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of a stranger, 

Pretending to levitate in sultan’s harem
In glitzy appeal of polygamous mansions
Where she reiterates to sighs of ambivalence--
This used...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.

Coiled candle sticks! Their twisted wicks no longer 'lume the cracks
with dying...

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boy and girl intermingling 

           blood and veins overlapping 

 vulnerableness 

           a violet's caress 

 lavender kombucha 

      ...

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Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their 
	latest art acquisitions
		envied, even by the Louvre



The wonderful taste of caviar
	In opulent ballrooms, near and far
		where aristocrats and fashion find their air

ah yet sometimes...

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Carcass evens out sand
Skin lands in your hands
Push past tainted smiles for better lands
Call me
When we reach the peak of boiling
and I've sweat out all my provisions
I'll answer
No need to memorize nonsense 
in your numbers stead
I will always know your name
And it plays like the...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity.

I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play musical instruments,
Like the harmony of redbird's distant calls, entering into...

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Heaven isn’t full of angels and clouds
There are five people that will meet you
They could’ve been close, or among the crowds
They’ll help you construct your life, like glue


The first person died because of you
And the mistake you had committed
Just because of the ball you threw
The...

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It was a nice romance, she loved to dance 
 to the music's beat, but I had two left feet
 The circumstance made us take a chance
 And we enrolled for ballroom lessons.. (sweet)

 I gave it a try and by and by
 I began...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.

Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words no longer heard (though having much to say)
since teeming life...

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There you sit, 
My baby grand,
Elegant and serene,
Full of untapped potential.
Your keys that sing
Like lovely songbirds
When struck right
Lay silent in waiting.
From across the globe,
Masterpieces arise.
From ballrooms and church halls,
Your melodic voice rings.
You are a siren; formerly loved
For allure and charm,
Now discarded over the ages,
Though your...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps –
(struck like clicking castanets
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Wing footed  winter’s dance is of grey skies,
bare branch silhouettes in silver gowns 
dormant magic within icy poses 
brilliant halls bedecked with frosted flowers. 

Into the Grand Ballrooms of springtime
a sweep of pastel ball gowns - all awhirl
Fresh pirouettes that gleam with  sparkling...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that skip
and crush off wet tongues to 
french kiss and swallow
all the serious insects

Like a siren sings 
sailors to her 
ocean’s...

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Belle of the Balls
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A gentlefellow and maiden intermingle
on curiosity's swing-seated rest.

Vulnerableness is compressed between them,
as if a violet's caress requested their presence.

Harmony's tones are blown through the air,
like lilac's laughter scattering

as jasmine's megaphone hums.
Music's smooth movements dance within them

as if mountainberry ice cream were sampled
from their dreams with...

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