Best Shimmying Poems

“and the birds twitter like whispering violins”
Quote by – Constance La France

Whiffs of fragrant breeze propagate tranquility
Kissing delicate roses, blushing amber beauty,
Rustling leaves of willows, as if tenor of music,
Swaying blades of grass shimmying moods of winds,
Sounding lyrics esoteric echoing voice of spring;

Humming softly to...

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Smile, O spring, smile, upon crimson arc of morning
Grinning through willows filtering golden sunbeams,
Sparkling from eyes of dew, glinting realms pristine,
Reveling through prairies, giggling tenor of streams, 
Glistening core of purple-iris, soul of flaxen-pansies.

Waltz, O spring, waltz, shimmying blushing peonies,
Meandering with butterflies chasing nectar carefree,
Bouncing...

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In depth of woods how autumn dazzles, swirling beauty of ornate décor,
Waltzing with ochre hickory, birch; whirling flaxen moods of sycamore,
Gracing my view upon blazing foothills, where vistas gamboge scroll,
Bedecking maples, swaying rhythms, with fiery red of shimmying knoll.

Zephyrs of west rustle demeanor of black...

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A ribbon of blue snakes through the hills
Carving its path as it meanders along
Rushing and gushing down to the sea
Burbling and gurgling, hear it singing a song

Watch it dancing around with a will of its own
Freely flowing until the end of time
Shimmying over pebbles and...

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Well over a hundred years ago
The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh
A genius somewhat like Michelangelo
With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio
From the sublime to the grotesque for show
Might have been better off working as a gigolo
Because he died a pauper on skid row

In those...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear intense talk of the climate, recycling and global warming,
But I disliked such grim talk, when a coral sun yet rose...

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“The wind rides in solitude
In her diaphanous delight.
Her skirts brush eternity
To gather the stars of night.”

Forever the stars she gathers
will magically move in the sky.
Their dance is the style of Glitter-bug
as they shimmy till morning is nigh.

The man in the moon watches them.
You’ll see how...

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Like the hush of mobile crystals 
stilling, inside a breezeless night 
Like the echoes of distant stars 
shimmying towards the moon 

Its like tendrils of gray smoke 
wafting through the temples 
A silent Buddha contemplating  
beneath the Bodhi tree of life 

Inner peace can...

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We’d returned again to planet Muton to collect data from our camera/waterer and also to re-engineer it such that it wouldn’t break, because it was a spherical live sensor. And when I was walking with my oxygen mask in my bold, white astronaut suit I...

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The scent of musty, truly ancient fine books,
Waifs seductively behind the impossible doors, 
As they swing wide, out into L.A.’s balmy air,
I enter, a shiver, over what lies therefore.

There they are, the true Hollywood stars,
Scaling the walls as only starlets can do,
Boasting of their love...

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Kangaroos look funny in horns and underoos

Nothing like the holidays down under…
So many sweets to taste and plunder…
Mistletoe hung over head…
Sweet dreams in our slumbering bed…

The jolly man shimmying down
The hot family hearths
Not making a sound making his rounds
Asbestos underwear protecting his parts

The sweaty old...

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t started with a single itch
On the end of my nose and made it twitch
Then on one ear and in my hair
I started to itch everywhere
Ooh I scratched and scratched
Until I bled fleas were getting well fed
Ooh those varmints were getting everywhere
i started to do...

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I tore a collared shirt hopping a gate 
and lost a button shimmying across the peak of a roof 
just so I could cuddle in privacy
oh, life, what heights to climb just to float down kindly
on clouds or surfing crowds
the things that bring together others...

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I would like to remember 
what it feels like to dance,
as I shuffle through streets
devoid of romance. 

Shimmying and shaking
Grooving and gyrating
Wriggling and waggling
Bopping and banging.

Perhaps I will discover 
the rhythm of soul,
the flow of jazz,
the moves of funk.

I may find hip-hop
stomping on a street,
or...

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headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans

I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
   heir...

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