Best Fred Astaire Poems

Dangling on a string in his underwear
Looking ridiculous and without flair
Tempting fate on a simple silly dare
Without a hint of worry or a care
Blissfully too ignorant to beware
Lest he falls flat on his fat derriere
Can he be so dumb blindly unaware
So quickly thrills can mutate...

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A man with impeccable charm, sophistication and grace,
Fred Astaire was at once both marvelous and enchanting
As the twentieth century’s greatest dancer and master artist.
He made his sublime dancing (“hoofing”) seem effortless.

Capturing the American spirit with both panache and verve
Fred Astaire glided across some quite wonderful...

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Fred Astaire,
Danced with flair!
Graceful and lithe was he,
As he danced into celebrity.


7/18/2013...

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GINGER ROGERS AND FRED ASTAIRE

If Jesus Christ were a dancer,
He would have danced like Fred Astaire
around the room with Ginger Rogers.
He'd have danced on the air with Ginger
because he was a gentleman,
and his passion was like the shepherd boy
on the Grecian Urn that Keats wrote...

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debonair with tails and top hat — his ritzy shoes in frenzied tap dance

12/17/2018

Silent Ones Entertainment Poetry Contest...

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An outlaw, a felon, a choreographed thief, 
Stealing the moves like a crim,
Seizing the twirls with a straightened top hat, 
Tap dancing around on a whim,

Gliding a smile with shining eyebrows, 
Hands tip top tapping his cane,
This remarkable man of pure elegance, 
No one could...

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Paddy Murphy Is Fred Astaire


It's six below and so much snow
this January midnight.
Sunday's gone
and Monday's turning.

Yet Paddy Murphy's stepping out,
his crushed fedora all askew. 
He's soused again and all aglow,
dancing along Fifth Avenue.

Tonight he thinks he's Fred Astaire
and so he's swirling in the air.
He needs...

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The discovery at aged seventy
Explained to me at last
The source of my problems 
From way way back in my past.
Not just a clumsy country idiot,
All my life there’d been a cause,
A condition called Dyspraxia
Had me firmly held in its claws.

With the rhythm of a stick...

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