Best Shimmies Poems

(Inspired by dance steps from a belly dancing class I once took!)

She rolls her pretty head from side to side
while, raised above her face, are slim curved arms.
Brief pose. . . . She’s readied to expose her charms.
Wrists twist, and serpentine, arms downward glide. 

Her...

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As the sun shimmies down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave its way.
And the night gets wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.

As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal...

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A spent sun shimmies down a sanguine sky,
into the ebony blackness of space.
And birds roosting in trees no longer fly,
while a ghost moon rises to find its place;
smiling down on Earth with a friendly face.

Chameleon clouds, crimson, and cerise,
graze the horizon like woolly pink sheep.
And...

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The millwheel will not turn again till spring
for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm.
She squeezes it like Her private plaything,
though Her crushing power is but short-term.

As shorter days subtly lengthened; the sun
slowly began to liquefy the ice. 
And the waterwheel shook, and almost spun,...

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Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face

Speakers blare in cramping holiday tones,
(What’s so wonderful about it - this time of year?)
Shingles damp and slippery,
still I hold on for dear life

Fingers numb...

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Draped over the land like a ghostly shroud,
a blanket of morning mist
morphs into rolling banks of fog;
soft as an eider-filled duvet.
Dawn rebukes Night's claim to darkened skies
and armed with chisels of light
sculpts ebony shadows
into shifting shapes,
sent scurrying into nooks and crevices.
Sleeping sounds slowly awaken;
giving voice...

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Hot chocolate hot chocolate I like it sweet, at Yule time I'll drink it then take a back seat 
beside the old tree where Santa I'll meet they'll be cookies galore for St Nick to eat
as he shimmies and jiggles on two booted feet and...

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She Dances in Her Blue Dress

She stands beneath shimmering clear soft lights 
in subtle beauteous of elegance. 
A faint glimmer sparks in her eyes ignites 
an idyllic aura anxious to dance.

She wears a flattering blue amorous 
of the shoulder, flounce sleeves, body-con dress.
Adorned honey ankle...

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The glide of the plane almost in step with my rooftop.
Visibility of blue heaven low; lookout for earthwalkers.
My bland Toyota euphoric and banded by tight forest.
The span of an angelic chorus, a serendipitous psalm.
The predilection of dawn, a tributary hawk sails on.
The silver cross shimmies...

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On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to.  Most of the time I get a seat to myself.  These days it’s just a ****ing Greyhound in the sky.  I am not the most handsome man and the tattoos don’t...

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THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Outside snow is falling on the ground,
And the temperature is tumbling down,
It's that wonderful time of year,
When family and friends gather
To close out the year,
There's a magical feeling in the air,
You can feel its presence everywhere,
It puts a sparkle in a little child's...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the...

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The worst day
To ever sprout 
From the depths of Hade
Could not begin to express
How he made me feel.

Who would have guessed?
Sure,
He had follicles
That put even the most 
Gorgeous
Flaming 
Queen to shame.

And it’s true
I envies his
Soft,
Velvet smooth,
Shining skin.

I put my heart on the line
And to have...

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Rushing through lusty August towards
A vault of blue, a longing promise.
It is like waiting for the visiting moon,
The day when the silver light shimmies past
My bedroom curtains, and I will look up
And I will feel the burning of the heart.
Mist will pour down from the...

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 the sun still shimmies up every morn
meanders down at days end

the moon fills the nights in various stages

morning streets are bombarded by struts slow and fast

cars sigh their usual obnoxious yells 

sleep eludes me
tormented thoughts 


you
occupy my psyche 
brush stroke by brush stroke
and still...

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