Best Pointe Poems

The last living light
Twinkles in his dead eyes
Alive a moment ago but now gone
Someone should shut them
A stare so lonely
Into a place that only he...

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“EN POINTE”

My Darlings, what a lovely way to pass the time “en pointe.”
 Arching your back, trying desperately to counterpoint the feet,
The smile on your...

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A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole...

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He reached his fingers to the stars
 willed his legs to move
  forced his head so far back
   that in his body's...

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Satin shoes, for years, 
I wore upon my feet;
Bound around my
Ankles with
Expectations 
I could never meet,
On bloodied toes
That languished 
In a pirouette 
Of self-defeat;
Wearing slippers
That...

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She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder...

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High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble...

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I've heard a dragon's tale since I was a wee boy
of a gentle creature who lived near a great sea.
Tis said it guards the sleepy...

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Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their...

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Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their...

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Ode To A Dead Pilot
   
 
  The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction...

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I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow...

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Long ago there lived a girl with long livid locks of sable,
Whose vivid avid amber eyes derived, it seems, from fable.

Her tiny tendons tied to...

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At Pointe Percee 
a dragon's lair sits 
a guardian of Haute-Savoie 

Lush meadows painted an emerald green
in spring, and in the autumn 
cattle lie satiated...

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Green like trees following a river 
	what choice do they have really
green returning to the ocean after a storm
green emotions
	queasiness
		waves of sickness
			jealousy
				grass chewed to puke...

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