Best Square Dance Poems

God's greenest, avocados, sliced in a bright red ceramic bowl
Mix them with eggs and they dance with exuberant cowboy soul!

Ever observe them twirling in that...

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Earth's soul, Her soil
His fuel, Her Sun
His blood, Her baptismal water
Her SkyGod fills each copulating breath
upon Her bilateral lightwhite/dualdark skin
of self-regenerating ecoconsciousness,
where God's super-eco logic
double-binds...

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Sheriff Koplin has ridden East to gather a few other folks who decided to leave the city and head West, hoping to settle in Milton...

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A great genius named Albert Einstein
At the physicist's ball had too much wine
Effecting a photo-electrical stance,
Energetically emcee'd the square dance

May 26,2014

NB: Einstein received the Nobel...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That...

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I rode a star to catch a cloud, 
which told me, how the sky was made.

The magic wand that birthed it, sang it into being;...

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Some poems are lively like Macarena, fast hokey-pokey or watusi.
Others make you laugh like the Texas two-step, or hokey pokey, so cutesy.
Detailed poets can creative...

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"Hey, lassie, How about going a-mooning? – We two
I like full moon giving wrong ideas at the right times
Feel salty air, sun kissed hair, in...

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They must have thought that I was brought here to do the numbers....
Ninty-nine's einsteinium square dance razzle dazzle then you shuffle a masque ?
Halloween arrived...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.

The inside is decorated ...

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A Home Brew Fiasco

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O'...

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There was a country song playing on the stereo
The night she walked out of my door
I don’t ever want to hear a guitar strum
The G-C-D...

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The crop has been harvested, the moon has turned red. 
All our chores are now finished, the cows have been fed. 
Time to put on...

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We thrive finding freedom
to speak out
to dance around 
and sacred shout
to sing full-stop gospel
turn'em out

Outside our secluded cells
of dominant evolution
and protagonist predation theories,
desecrating aparta-schisms,
jingoistic decultured...

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