Best Terpsichore Poems
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
Delightfully dancing delicate doppio,
twirling the twisted turns.
Staccato steps, softly sublime
Reaching rich rapture.
Pausing, pondering performance parameters
Considering critical, controversial clash
Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe
Before breaking buoyant babble
Wizen words, woefully wrapped,
delivered. Deadening delirious delight.
Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly.
dance, dance, dance!
to the skies – to the seas –
to your heart – to your hands –
as if you were a butterfly,
a falcon, a wind sprite
as if you were made of water
of flowing sleeves and golden bells,
close your eyes and imagine
as it sweeps you along gently
close your eyes and imagine
as it shimmers over you
– like a selkie skin, lifts you, transforms you
come on now,
step to the beat of the drums
thrumming in your heart, vibrating
slide to the strings of the violin
ethereal forever, an image in your mind
tap to the lively tune of the flutes
floating above the rest, beckoning
let it take you, open your arms
jump and spin and twist
let it take you, perfection incarnate
back and forth and around, around
can’t you see it?
the lilt of the black notes circling you
a crown of music – a sign
of your three-minute rule
over this spotlighted stage, coming to an end
won’t you let go?
the smile slides onto your face
the final piece of the puzzle – a gem
born from your lyrical movements
created in a world alone, breaking apart
don’t you want it?
the flourish of your fingertips
every second grows closer – a gift
from your dancing heart
music roaring to the tumultuous finale
so please,
don’t hesitate – fly, soar on the winds
forget yourself in the embrace of sound
let it entrance you – transform you –
let go and
dance, dance, dance.
Poor Priddy Prattle
sitting on the stair.
Who comes along
but Fred Astaire.
Stretch your limbs,
relax and dance.
Up, he implores,
dance and prance.
Poor Priddie Prattle
had not a clue,
stuck in her seat
just like glue.
Then came Twyla
with whim and wit.
Down beside her
she did sit.
Poor Priddie Prattle
proffered a frown.
She did not want
to appear a clown.
Tina slinked up
with extended hand.
“Dance my rockin’
and rollin’ band.”
Proud Priddie Prattle
stood up on pegs,
but danced away
on rock ’n roll legs.
Terpsichore danced herself into people’s lives
She sashayed her truth, acting like one of the guys
The other muses were a bit afraid as she twirled.
She pranced her truth, her ideas unfurled.
Song followed her everywhere she went, she was a player.
Melodies and music born inside her dendrite layer.
The Greeks she inspired could not keep their feet quiet.
They moved to a rhythm, and kept a tiny diet.
Terpsichore was Zeus’s favorite daughter.
A daddy’s girl, she rarely did what she “ought-er”.
She was a free spirit, a gypsy, a dancing queen.
With love, not anything mean.