Best Prance Poems
My friends took me down to Broadway
To watch a newfangled ballet
T'was called the Buttcracker
And not the Nutcracker
The title was apt I can say
Some dancers were dressed in tutus
Bulges in their tights gave us clues
All the dancers were male
My friends face turned quite pale
Next time we should read the reviews!
02/08/21
Stoked in low;
stoked in high;
Try to reach up;
to that sky.
Your placement here;
Has just been in passing;
It's over now;
Life's not that harassing.
Don't look down;
Too late, don't frown;
Come with me;
We'll have the new town.
Never again;
Shall I turn away;
Never again;
Shall I stray!
I'm leaving now;
I'll see you soon;
Come, let's hurry;
It's almost noon!
Give it a chance;
Give it a stance;
Look at you;
You're in France?
Let me tend;
Let me bend;
It all comes down to this;
My gallant friend!
Show me now;
Show me then;
It is how life goes;
It is The End.
Revised Edition: August 23, 2021, 1:52 PM (EST)
27 February 2010
His body alike a limp vegetable
Unable to speak and can’t even crawl
His age maybe 3 or 4, I’m not sure
His worst condition they tried to inure
A single room upstairs facing huge trees
Wind swayed the leaves as circadian circuitry
A half vertical block fixed at the doorstep
Unthinkable to pass through by a limp’s creep
One morning, the limp boy is left all alone
At a higher level with bounded zones
To leap on door block and stairs steps wide gap
A little chance to move through is a hap
Maybe a godsend or a grotesque sprite
A paramour of the innocent feeble child
Who wants to show the other world expanse
Or invite him to their kingdom to prance
My heedless passing by to their place
Forbade the unknown and left him at the foot of the staircase
I run toward him, lying on the floor, and seemed all right
I looked around but no one else at the sight
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Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance Quack - Nursery Rhyme
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance quack
a brain I do not lack
I'm a know-it-all
but I do recall
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance snatch
that I had met my match
when a contest judged
that a word was smudged
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance crossed
I know that I had lost
I went home to pack
and did not look back
Smarty-Pants, Show-Off Prance quack
This fairy-tale means, If you are the smartest
in the room, it's because you're in the wrong room.
2021 March 12
*1st Place*
Nursery Rhyme 2
~~Eve Roper
A wear down-
singular slalom in the emotional vortex-
the realism of a realm that doesn't adhere to your biology and doesn't accept the facts at hand,
one does not alter it,
unless screaming for more sanity to arrive-
though we are not sane beings at core,
we had to dig until we all died.
A wear-down,
just something I had to add,
...a little bit of sweat, blood and tears,
alimony,
grapes-
food art and a bridge,
nothing from the start,
no calamity or even Go-kart,
though it's fun to part,
sanctify some of the little divide,
deepening volumes that outlast our lives,
showing the sun we don't come to die.
You guys will all probably think I'm crazy
Feel like tripping through fields of daisies
Prance around with flair
With a couple in my hair
It's all gone downhill since I reached my eighties
© Jack Ellison 2015
DANCE and PRANCE Nursery Rhyme
Wearing shiny coat of red terylene
Cat sat on brick wall playing violin.
Pretty perfect tune, typical feline.
Music rhythmic on high pitch, super fine.
Hog - pair with no hair from Port Blair to dance.
Cock and hen from their den join and prance.
Little puppy looks happy casts slant glance,
getting ready and practicing balance.
Lifting leg now charcoal cow stepping smart!
Drowsy bird keen to listen with eyes shut.
Crescent descent maroon Moon is alert.
Kids are always welcome to take part.
02/25/23
Nursery rhyme
First Place
Contest by Eve Roper.
He dances so well in those flares.
Such a gliding, sliding motion.
Round and round - planetary.
Prance, and prance, prance, prance.
Is he a dummy, a puppet?
Yet singularly, exceptionally charming.
Do we believe he exists? He does continue to
prance, oh prance, prance, prance.
Such a springy way to dance - so elastic -
enhancing that appearance.
Such a stunning, gorgeous
prance, gee, prance, prance, prance.
Is he mad? Or are we so?
Oh, such a one-man energetic bustle,
spirited, bubbly - such an indefatigable
prance, that prance, prance, prance.
(29.01.23)
Whitecaps prancing, upon the shore,
sky streaked with a pink reddish hue,
angelic without the essence of time,
foliage covered in a wet morning dew.
Seagulls gliding effortlessly in the sky,
sea lions on the rocks along the shore,
tranquillity in the air ever bold yet shy,
there to enjoy, it knocks upon your door.
Waves crashing, dancing upon the rocks,
wind blowing in the air with a salty mist,
fishing boats tied tightly to the old docks,
moistness upon your lips resembles a kiss.
In the inlet a sleepy village sits upon a hill,
smoke drifting up from stone chimney tiers,
a calm quietness lurks about, forever so still,
while the ocean roars rumble far and near.
The sea has a majestic beauty all it’s own,
nature’s own canvas set to color and tone,
to see it’s beauty, one only has to be shown,
in the sand, by the sea, you are never alone.
Charlatans and chameleons prancing in a country western dancing line
If Charlatans had stayed in place, all would have been quite fine
Charls are used to being devious, so they did underhanded things
Chameleons acted miffed and mad as the Charls began their swings.
Willie Nelson was singing in that crazy, wonderful offbeat way of his.
Charls were spreading rumors that were silly and caused a lot of fizz.
The chameleons were all angry now, and a riot started up in the bar.
No charlatans or chameleons are going to become a Broadway star.
Horse Would Advance and Prance
Horse adventurously through woods did advance;
Was in handsome posture when it would prance;
In big crowd,
Stood proud;
Apparently appeared to have put me into a trance.
Jim Horn
Twirling
Prancing
Whirling
Entrancing
Unfurling
The Dancing...
Say that you dance.
Lest it not be said,
The art is ever dead.
Or even the merest of a chance,
Of nearing extinction.
It is all life's essence,
To move, be, think and dream.
To express a universal scheme,
That speaks through nature's lessons.
Not in man's religion.
A boundless form of communication.
So intricate,
Yet so ruled by emotion.
So elaborate,
And so full of devotion.
Needing no words of translation.
At one with God and all of creation.
A legacy of the beginning explosion.
To live in blissful celebration.
Saint Vidas is the lord of the dance.
If in need, seek out his blessing.
You might as well give him a chance,
And dance out your confessing.
So why should we dance?
The answer is simple and clear.
To join the dance is why we are here.
So dance, indeed dance.
I often go there
And not elsewhere,
Because of a winsome musician
And a handsome magician:
The Former crazy about Breathless Prance
The latter in love with Suicidal Lance
Each in shows able to skills enhance …
I understand it all started in France!
Also go there I for A Splendid Asian
Seeking a grand chance
To beat The Smartest Russian
In a Caribbean Dance
While a capacity crowd glance …
Powerful two reasons to be often there
And in other circles rare.
we begin me and my friends
got started
and began to party
we hump foot stoop
hip to dip
until it the ball begin
DANCE AND PRANCE YEAR IN
My sister has a long blue dress,
Mother made mine too,
And told us not to make a mess!
Keep our hands neatly folded,
Don't prance or scamper about,
Neither of us wanted to be scolded!
Then Santa and MS. Claus came.
On a sparkling winter boat.
It was too much for us! No joke!
First our knees began to jump,
Then our feet started to pump,
Both of us landed in a lump!
Tumbling, rolling down hill,
It was too late!
We couldn't stay still!
Over and over, we ran up the hill,
Dropped to our knees,
And tumbled down still!
Now our blue dresses are muddy and green,
I think our mother is going to scream!