Best Hoofing Poems

In the frosty boudoir of the winter
The fireplace's blaze seems dancing.
Legs and arms move hastily to hinder.
Hands and shoulders are swiveling.
As if there was a...

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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...

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The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.

The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes...

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I.

Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance

Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.  

II.

Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his...

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Blue purple bubbles and flames rising every where
The radiant orange yellow brightens the whole background
Intense motions that chases the blue purple bubbles away
The magenta, maroon,...

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Arise young man
for you're sat in my chair
it's a black and tan fact that I always sit there.
My body's effete
I envisage a pause
insipid responses are'nt...

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stampeding fillies
tap dance trio struts its stuff 
hoofing it on stage


written December 29, 2016
for Troika contest by John lawless...

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This prose, a shipwreck...
Barnacled and long forgot
at the bottom of a lonely sea.

This song, a rusted railcar...
alone
      'n fallen 
...

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Akin to a journalist (hoofing
NOT huffing on the beat)
heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat
me, asper caveats help me set sights
tacking within parameters of lawfulness,

when...

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On a cold, dark, dearth autumn night, 
While I wrestle, nestle faithfully near my window pane
Over a long memory of callous and precarious heart break...

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This is Football,
                      ...

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(Probably more a short story than free verse
In any case it’s true, 
seen through my eyes as a child)

He was a heavy smoker sat by...

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