Best Ginger Rogers Poems
Lost your tongue,
as you fumble to recall the right words to use.
I think of all the words that once flowed so freely,
and where there were no words to fit,
you simply made them up. Daft, silly, and fun.
Vast vocabulary resonating at every opportunity.
The scrabble board could even learn from you!
At times jibes rasped from your tongue
as sharp as a razor
On the flip side and more reflective of you,
Jolliness.
Words danced from your mouth
like Ginger Rogers or Rita Hayworth, swift and effortless.
Your songbird melody
as you sang songs of old
or chimed sweet childhood rhymes.
Now,
a blank page staring back awaiting its full stop.
Categories:
ginger rogers, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
An elderly television
speaks to her
in a deafened condominium.
Curtains billow
turning daylight on and off.
Sometimes she looks
in her mind,
often an old movie is playing.
She sees her late husband
dancing with Ginger Rogers.
She goes to the bathroom,
puts in her teeth, wanting to look
her very best.
Categories:
ginger rogers, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Two Squirrels in Love
Alas! There there are at the break of day
With the new sun warming their curly tails.
There they are dancing from tree top to tree top
Like Fred Estare and Ginger Rogers.
Breaking in the new day with a new dance
As their hearts swell with sheer delight.
Two squirrels in love
Sharing their paradise of all paradises.
A quaint little park at the end of the street
A place where lovers meet.
A place where hearts connect for the very first time.
But it’s all theirs!
The dance floor for these two squirrels in love-
It’s all theirs!
Dancing on the branches of the elm trees above
A paradise for two.
Or shall we say three?
For next spring there shall be three!
Father squirrel, mother squirrel, and little squirrel
chasing each other on the branches
of the tallest elm trees.
Gwendolen Rix
6-6-14
Categories:
ginger rogers, cute love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Pasadena Big Band, On With The Dance
Nostalgic swing, singing the blues
So put on your dancing shoes
Get out of your chair
Dance like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
Imagining we are stars in a speakeasy movie
Dancing the Charleston, we're ever so groovy
"CUT", shouts the film director, "next scene"
The music stops, it's the end of the dream
Tea Dance with the Pasadena Big Band
The waitress serves on a silver cake stand
Cup cakes, petit fours and cress sandwiches
Just like in the black and white movies
Categories:
ginger rogers, america, dance, fantasy, film,
Form:
Quatrain
Art, is worlds of splendor,
Calliopes of sight and sound,
That stimulate our senses,
Expressing life profound.
Art, is visual texture,
Space, shapes, and colored lines,
Its tones and measured values,
Of every imaginable kind.
Art, is Michelangelo,
And his Creation at Sistine,
Kandinsky at the Guggenheim,
Pablo Picasso at fifteen.
Art, is melodic singing,
An opera at the Met,
Or orchestrated performance,
Of audible storytelling silhouettes.
Art, is Sarah Brightman,
With Bocelli accompanied,
The New York Philharmonic,
Woodwind, brass, and tenor strings.
Art, is famous people and places,
Resonating with artistic flair,
Paris, Rome, Broadway, London,
Ginger Rogers, and Fred Astaire.
Art, is how history captures,
A nation’s cultural appeal,
Toward things its people value most,
Their morals, ethics, and ideals.
Categories:
ginger rogers, art, color, culture, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
SUBMERGED IN FEMININESSENCE
e valued price of
precious key
unchaining doors imagined locks
that set free
a girl is born
the stage is set
manoeuvring moves
that control and direct
discerning a world
through perceptive eyes
instinctively she knows
all truth from lies
then
we fail to….
RECLAIM OUR
LUMINESCENSE
FEMININESSENCE
F earless faithful friendly funny and frank
E xhuberant emotional energetic or easygoing
M ultifaceted masterpieces mighty yet modest
A ffectionate adaptable amicable but ambitious
L oving loyal life-givers lusciously lofty in lingerie
E nthusiastically effective embracing edified by
FEMININESSENCE
“Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did
but…She did it backwards and in high heels”
(Inspired and written for all woman to remind them they are Princesses and Perfect in Gods eyes)
© Kim van Breda—9 August 2014
Categories:
ginger rogers, beauty, eve, identity, princess,
Form:
Free verse
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 about
who was forever perpetually young and loving;
forever wrapped in a dream-like illusion
from which he never awakened.
Fred tapped his hat on his shoe
and bounced it back on his head
with the tip of his cane.
He glided like a gazelle.
He moved like God Himself
and Ginger, his Goddess,
was never more beautiful
than when she reflected
all the loveliness and innocence
of womanhood; unattainable,
yet cherished like the maiden
etched on the Grecian Urn.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
ginger rogers, art, beautiful, cute love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Dancing in the rain,
Just like Fred Astaire,
And Ginger Rogers,
Fuchsia flowers,
Delightful moves,
With sequence steps,
Awakening romance,
Into dream worlds
With blossoming love,
Silky skirts twirl,
Gliding from branches,
High into the air,
Excitement and suspense,
Practicing their routine,
Sparkling in the sun,
Watched by the garden,
Spectating cheer.
A great performance.
Wendy Jae
Categories:
ginger rogers, poems,
Form:
Personification
We've all seen and heard of amazing feats over the years,
That have elicited our respect, applause and raucous cheers!
Brave souls have scaled Mount Everest, others are skilled at skeets,
While others gracefully excelled with their amazing feets!
Gauche is he who doesn't applaud the ballerina in lacy tutu,
As she gracefully leaps and twirls on heel and toe with little ado!
Or thrill as the fleet running back keeps balance on his feets,
Deftly evading a three-hundred pound tackle and his deadly cleats!
Gene Kelly's dancing in "Singing In The Rain" is etched in our minds,
So nimble on his feets, performing graceful gyrations of all kinds!
Fabulous is the man in "top hat, white tie and tails", Fred Astaire,
As he and Ginger Rogers dazzled us with their eloquent flair!
"Bojangles" Robinson "tapped" his way across the American stage.
He set the standard for tap dancing in its Golden Age!
The amazing feets of "Bo" and Shirley Temple in "The Little Colonel!"
That classic film is yet shown today and will remain eternal!
The delight in watching the flying feets of Marge and Gower,
Would bring a smile upon the face of even the most dour!
There is no dearth of dancers, tight wire walkers and athletes,
Whose amazing feats have thrilled us with their amazing feets!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
ginger rogers, funny
Form:
Rhyme
I knew two twenty-somethings who
had been soul mates since age sixteen.
One commonality that drew
them to each other was a keen
enjoyment of old movies, those
with lively song-and-dance routines.
On weekend nights they sometimes chose
a Fred and Ginger* film with scenes
that thrilled, but Singin’ in the Rain,
became top choice. One time when they
were watching—Don’t think I‘m insane
when I tell what transpired that day!
As unpredicted raindrops fell
and matched those on the tv screen,
the loving couple could not quell
the urge to reenact the scene.
Outside, quite wet, they’d morphed into
the movie’s Don and Kathy.** While
they sang and danced, they bid adieu
reality in their own style!
*Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers—iconic dance team of the
1930’s and 1940’s who starred in ten movies during this time
**roles played by Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds in this movie (1952)
entered in Brenda Chiri's Tell Me a Story Contest on October 23, 2018
Note: I posted this poem earlier, messed it up, had to repost!
Entered in Brian Strand's Contest 512 on October 31, 2018
Categories:
ginger rogers, film, rain, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
She's 79 and a live wire,
hardly ever sits down
and doesn't easily tire,
She is young at heart
and that's plain to see,
takes care of herself
which we can all agree.
Although she is like Ginger Rogers
without her Fred Astaire,
she realizes without her partner,
life isn't always fair,
But she manages her pain and strife,
being she's an optimist
with a zest for life,
So, I thank God
my Mom is still healthy and aware,
because this grand dame
isn't ready for some old rocking chair!
Categories:
ginger rogers, mom,
Form:
Light Verse
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 fully explain,
Because he drew from ballroom, swing, Latin and jazz,
He used every bit of the room,
Dancing on walls, hat stand and on ice,
He even danced with a broom,
But this dignified man that everyone loved,
Loved dancing with one woman in pearls,
His one Ginger Rogers in a free flowing dress,
With her beautiful dancing blonde curls.
Categories:
ginger rogers, beautiful, celebrity, dance, love,
Form:
Quatrain
And when we reached the pearly gates
St Peter looks at us and states
Your lives have been so full of sin
There is no way you’re coming in
I’ll send you to that other place
Which isn’t any real disgrace
For many famous folk are there
Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
Several Popes and clergy too
Are waiting there to welcome you
You might enjoy the Hades folk
Who fornicate and drink and smoke
At their will they take their pleasure
Live a life of joy and leisure
So be off, be on your way
For at this place you cannot stay
And should one day you feel inclined
A place for me you could but find
Send a note, the merest jot
And I’ll be with you like a shot
© John W Fenn 10-01-2009
Categories:
ginger rogers, faith, fantasy, funny
Form:
Mom shrieks as I tap like Ginger Rogers on the kitchen floor.
The raggedy mop with rigid brows swishes me out the door.
With squinty eyes, the traffic cop regent-points to the yard.
Her majesty, with dish soap hands, wallops my cap, soft not hard.
3/13/2019
Word Morph Contest
Sponsor - Jesse Rowe
Categories:
ginger rogers, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
We’re dancing with the blues, a twilight silent musical,
But it’s a fine soiree; a low rent way to have it all.
We’ll close our eyes and hum a tune, it’s one we’ll just make up,
And dub step till that stingy moon drops something in our cup.
We’re dancing with the blues. My baby brings her muse along.
I take my cue from her and get my Arthur Murray on.
My eyes adore her working poor while Frankie Valle sings.
If bourgeois life is for the birds, we’d better grow some wings.
We’re dancing with the blues and we re-use our coffee grounds.
We’re down to seeds and stems. Our stomachs make those empty sounds.
So jitterbugging on the lawn appeases our despair.
We’re going, going, almost gone, not getting anywhere.
We’re dancing with the blues. You know it’s not unusual
To leave some bills unpaid. In fact, I’d say it’s typical.
We’ll rumba into bankruptcy and join the welfare line,
Then do the hokey pokey as if everything were fine.
We’re dancing with the blues on wooden legs in shoes of stone.
My darlin’ don’t complain; the only loyal dame I’ve known.
She swings low Ginger Rogers style and smiles like Bettie Page.
We’re waltzing down the Walmart aisle without a living wage.
We’re dancing with the blues.
Categories:
ginger rogers, allegory, blue, dance,
Form:
Lyric