Best Break Dancing Poems
The wind is break dancing with the trees.
beating a rapper’s song.
Limbs flail on the tarmac.
Rain flies like sweat from corn rows
across the expanse of asphalt.
A barrage precipitates
against the window pane
with the rata-tat-tat
of a machine gun’s bullets
as the front passes.
Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.” And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.
the streets are now empty the clubs are shut down
not a sound until...
in the morning there will be sun a chance to have a lot of fun
old school to new school that how we rule
work hard to bring home the family jewel
break dancing was the thing of the past
today we got Acon & Fetty Wapp
those homeboy's do think a lot
but in the streets people are getting busy
smoking fat blunts & get pretty dizzy
we got to bounce to the ounce its the hour of power
don't sweat that Whoomp there it is girl just take a cold shower
we got lines being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand
it started with Grandmaster Flash with Mellie Mel & the Furious five
thank you Jesus that i'm still alive
got suckers that want to end me and bust up the economy
have we any dignity
gone are the days I used wake of in a haze
today were just a mouse stuck in its maze so be brave & act your age
Rap isn't dead i don't know what is going on in your head
you want a face full of lead
these are desperate times yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
for a stated cause that's atrocious there's burning rubber in the road
sides are being drawn with heads in the street no meet and greet
so stand alive young G your going to make sweet history
for rap is where its at in my big mac attack
will take you to the limit one more time
Rap isn't dead as much is this rhyme
Kermit went into space one day aboard that illustrious rocket X.
Miss Piggy wasn’t far behind, so as to be there with her man.
Those W.I.E.R.D. frogs of mine, came along, hitching, for the ride.
Can you imagine what any aliens would think, finding them inside?
Of course, they were heading straight to Mars, for first contact with that face.
Then off, to sightsee near the North Pole, to check out that great worm place.
They expect to hitch a ride from there, from the aliens… to view Saturn’s rings.
Then off for a jaunt to Alpha Centauri to find that lost family of Robinson’s.
If only our great government could’ve got their act together… Perhaps…
They could’ve done the exact same thing. But Nooo, they’re impossibly set.
And of course, Miss Piggy can take the blame if public relations… become upset.
We really don’t want the first people aliens see, to be our crazy Congress, yet.
The W.I.E.R.D frogs can be most entertaining, as they croon out modern songs.
Singing in acappella, with break dancing will add a great touch, as they go along.
I’m sure, old Kermit can curtail Miss Piggy, so the aliens get a word in edgewise.
And with his endearing personality, I’m sure they’ll become great alien… allies.
before Jeezy and Weezy
before going platinum was easy
before rock wit it snapping and leaning
before the souls of B.I.G and Pac was leaving
before the media hyped the east and the west into beefing
before thugging was a part of emceeing
before your image was the star it was words and meanings
before the girls in Compton sang we want Eazy
before Rakim told us to follow the leader
before Run was rhyming about his Adidas
before Grandmaster Flash got his first set of needles
before rappers delight pumped out of radio speakers
before djing,break dancing,emceeing,grafhetti
before I learned to tie up my sneakers
before my mom felt the kick of a fetus
before Africans were kidnapped and beaten
before Harriet Tubman lead them to freedom
before blacks were considered 3/4 people
before the pilgrims left for religious freedom
before Judas sold out Jesus
before the serpent deceived eve in the garden of Eden
before light seperated the morning and evening
I HAVE LOVED YOU
STAR PEOPLE
they have strange heads
these STAR people
pointy top, pointy ears,
double pointy chins.
all their clothes are button-ups,
no pullovers for this crowd,
they wear “dunce” caps
bearing the icons
of their favorite planets.
water beds are definitely out,
cuddling is a bit iffy,
no resting your chins on your hands,
and – never, never, ever react
with a Homer Simpson “DUH!”
headstands are a no-no
unless break dancing or
planting shrubs.
They are vampire-like
in their habits
only venturing out at night
and then only when
the sky is clear.
When given a chance
they will always shine,
greeting you with a
twinkle in their eyes.
They often sing this little ditty
“human light
not so bright
don’t ask me for
a wish tonight”
12/15/2015
submitted to – Star People – Poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
May I Dance With You
Ghouls and the Ghosts are throwing a hoe down.
The killer clowns are having a frightful good time
as frankenstein flits onto the dance floor.
The vampires are sat in the corner having a bite.
Beetlejuice the dj plays the monster mash.
The addams family start to sway
uncle fester's break dancing away.
and the things doing is funky thing.
Freddie Kruger cutting that rug up.
Draculas daughter dances round her handbag
as johhny popped his head in the door ,heres johhny.
They have even let riff raff loose
the monsters and ghouls know how to dance
as Galeo ds shakes their @@@
comp entry 11/10/2016
I know - I’m supposed to keep this secret
easy, by month one nothing’s visible yet
in month two damn sickness greets morn
and I’m wishing I’d never been born
by end of third deep serenity’s applied
and all appears to be settled inside
with the fourth my bump starts to show
and I wonder ... when will parents know
in the fifth my movements stop still
while the baby’s march up and down hill
come the sixth I rest both bodies a lot
and this secret’s become more of a plot
tell Mama - with her help I struggle from bed
for the joyous day that I am to be wed
in my seventh the secret’s quite clear
well, I'm married, so ignore “Dear oh dear”
greet the eighth with a football enhancing
boy or girl, baby’s into break dancing
meet the ninth with many a groan
when will this huge bubble be done ?
At start of tenth with a push, screams and shout
finally my best-kept and worst-kept secret is OUT
right now, I want all the wide world to know
football’s burst, and it’s ON with life’s show
bubble, champagne and hubby all Pop
though whacked, where I’m in the world is on top !
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Part 1
Once upon a drunk bachelors night,
This guy decided to go down to his local drinking site,
Sitting in a sparsely filled dive of a pub,
Couples slurring, singles fingering at crap grub,
The smell of cheap beer and toilet waste emanating,
Half cleaned spew, alcohol stained carpets on floors bent,
Well-worn paths to toilets to empty body’s excrement,
Cigarette and cheap cigar smoke bellowing from drunk faces,
Filling the stained ceiling with ghostly looking traces,
Prostitutes revealing there abused tattooed torsos,
Men pretending not to mentally indulge in their shows,
In this scourge of erotic beings affecting their bulge,
Lining up to be next forcing off their wedding rings to hide,
Not that these night walkers would bother whether they lied,
Eagerly walking out after many a note spent on drinks,
Dragging their picks for the evening of chicks in false minks,
Stumbling off to revel in their spoils of the evening,
And off in their cars, to scary dark corners or lanes,
Hopeful not to go home to wives with trouser stains,
He giggles to himself as he imagines the explanations,
To their wives, why so late, with their lying creations,
On the stage he stares at a drunken dude karaoke rapping,
From behind he hears the sound of one hand clapping,
He continues to slowly sip on his 6th ice filled whiskey,
He has been there the whole evening now, driving will be risky,
Been very entertaining, better than television home alone,
Besides, what is better than watching drunkards dancing?
On a sticky make shift wood floor, each other fondling,
Dudes stumbling across the surface for the day’s special of gin,
So drunk they could win a break-dancing competition,
Nobody gives a crap of where, what happens next, is clear,
He browses the room for a possible semi sober listening ear,
There is a single woman with the same glazed stare in the corner.
End part 1
It had made a decision-
Dry spell to cast over cheeks’ streams
A stone to be;
Trust hardly beating
The platter of aches;
To not lick at another time
Relief that came with the burial of falling in(s) and out(s)
Its love became
Then you came around
Within somehow altered
The fears that awake lay
Took a temporary rest
As it swung along to the dreamy melodious feeling
But reality’s prowess on the floor outdid it
Break dancing to the falling beat thought dead
It shuddered and took a Cinderella run
As questions ticked on its mind
Yester years it’d taken this familiar road-
What a bitter recall
Could it step with you into the known unknown before?
For if ever the old showed in the new,
Could endurance be strong enough to stand the rollercoaster-?
That had left its world dizzy and pale
How true the more the judgment, less the love
But this heart can’t help doing so –
Before- on air it was, then suddenly pebbles
It promised to be no fool ever-
Or can it?
©GraceM Composition
Contest: RomanticFools (Thomas Martin)
around the wrinkled frown
there are some changes
forever abound
Over the hair
Near the private area
Brown is fading
The Gray fast approaching
What can one do to reverse this curse
I feel the bulge upon my belly
That area looks the worse for wear
Some may drink
or put on Ben Gay
Ease the pain advancing
by recalling that era:BREAK DANCING
Today in shades
Youth inevitably fades
Some call it Bad Luck
Need a quick fix to repair this broken down truck
I accept what it may
to caress that changing hair color today
Count me in
For the old ways are the tantamount
To a new world defined
Embrace it fast
Much relief for thy peace of mind
He writes poetry
Like Christopher Reeve’s
Break-dancing
Could you read this poem
He asks
And you would love to
If only between the spelling
And the handwriting
There was a way
Of deciphering
What it was that he wrote
But
There are those
Who think he’s the best thing
Since popcorn
… I’m not one
That’s not to say
I haven’t tried
To understand
What the hell he writes about
But my days as a cryptographer
Have long since gone
Still
I know a few people
That I visit
From time to time
Who enjoy both his poetry
And thorazine
I mean
After all
He writes poetry
Who is the man with unleashed shoes
Tap dancing on the wet grass what is he trying to do
Picking up coins lost in sewer grates
Trying to deposit them in the phone booths that no longer work
Just a minute my cell phone ringing, hold on a minute
Break dancing on the wet lawn while it's raining
As I holler my wallet scoots out my pocket
Now wet also is my dollars
I paid my dues now I tied my shoes
Inside the phone booth I got lost
Just a minute my cell phone ringing I'm no longer break dancing
on the wet lawn cuz it's still raining
11/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
On a hot summer night
To a nightclub we danced
My girlfriends and i
Music entranced
There i was
Giving it all
When something happened
That made me fall
In disbelief
Dancing to MJ's beat
My kneecap snapped
Broken real neat
The doctors said
It was the strangest break
The pain you have
Will keep you awake
No more standing
For weeks to come
I'll let you know
Don't be so glum
In the heat of summer
Long days stuck in
Watching TV
Looked after by kin
I long for the day
To get back to school
To be with my friends
Who are all real cool
The miss of my friends
Sends me round the bend
No job, no money
Parental spend
This lucky young lady
Has a caring mum
If it wasn't for her
I sure would be glum
So Julia, i said to myself
Your not exactly, left on the shelf
I will get better, wait and see
Back to dancing, 123
In time I'll look back
And visualise
The angel who helped
And realise
That was my mom
I love her so much
As only mums do
That loving moms touch
This poem was written for a dear friends daughter, get well soon Julia.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life3.php
its a show
watch them go
jump and rump
no slow prancing
watch them started
BREAKING DANCUNG
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