Dance Poems

After Hours

And, so, with the dawn
of a new night, we met
for song and dancing. 
Stars are made for wishing...
while suns are dear sources
of life.

My Dance Card is Expired

Spring Cleaning in the Fall

Too Late to Catch the Ball

Under a Harvest Moon

Those Hungry Hearts will Swoon

Dancing 'Neath Amber Light

Dancing Free thru the Night 

Everyone's at the Ball

I'm Spring Cleaning!...That's All?

murderous mittens and her side kick tiger socks

La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!

SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.

MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.

MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW

LISTEN to the Wind

"LISTEN to the Wind as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
 
LISTEN to the wind as it softy blows,
so soft it can barely be felt as I write.
As I find gentle words for my pen to write with,
words filled with love and peace for my reader.

LISTEN to the

Prom Night

Prom Night!...and I'm Sitting by my Phone

One Ringy Dingy and I'm...Prom Prone!

Too much Zing! in my Swing...

She Ran!...Hoof on a Wing

So, now I'm Dirty Dancing...Alone!

ONE CIRCLE OF LIFE

Today I revisit a blessing…we need to hear it more
perhaps that’s why I’ve used it so many times before

It’s from the Native Nations peoples
who had their share of tragedy, heartache and strife…
and how they understood about one particular circle of life…

I imagine long ago they found the beat…
and discovered it by chance:

Dancing is a way

TWO SOULS DANCING

They were not the greatest dancers…
Their bodies didn’t always move the way they wanted them to move…
and in all the years they’ve danced together…their dancing has not improved..

When the music starts to play…they try moving with the beat
but she is always one step behind…and he has two left feet.

During slow songs they hold each other…they

Poetic Ballet

As if by magic the words appear
like gentle whispers that I hear
they blend together like perfect paint
sometimes whispering ever so faint.

With each brush stroke or tip of pen
the magic flows like peaceful Zen
ink pirouettes upon my page
like a Prima ballerina upon her stage.

Stanzas created as words come to play
forming together like poetic ballet
sometimes moving with

Dance of the Fireflies 15-11-23

Nature's lanterns aglow in the velvet night,
guided by them, muted laughter echoes with delight.
A mirror of geniality in the hand of darkness,
the flickering glow of flying artists.

Children softly exhale around ashen remains,
their bodies in slumber but not so their brains.
Enveloped in the golden aurora of earth-bound constellations,
enchanting dreams begin to flow.

Aureate beings rise from every

Rave In My Room By Candlelight

Beneath flashing string of neon lights
Lining the top of wall and ceiling
Of my room with a window of town sights,
I dance to trance music so freeing.

Beneath me on a table a glowing candle,
As I gently twirl around my room,
I begin to grab something to handle,
Loudly singing while holding my broom.

Beneath me on a shelf is

Belltrim

Decrotive needle work
sewn ito the fabric
they were highlights to
make the invitations look exspensive
Decrotive foods samples
savoury with drinks
The Celebrants marvoled at the audeince
I heard them mention how
they wished they had asked for a $5 dollar ticket fee.
One of the members of the wedding party sent
out a letter asking the attendants to take up a collection
from the

REHEARSAL

REHEARSAL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my mind, a ballet dancer,
my thoughts in constant rehearsal.

each idea is poised
at the barre of consciousness,
leg extended, muscles trembling.

some are fouettés, sharp and quick,
a flurry of solutions,
a staccato burst of inspiration,

others, adagio, slow and deliberate,
a sustained arabesque of contemplation,
held by the strength of quiet observation.

there are moments of stillness, too,
a gentle plié, a pause in

Why is Dancing out of Style

  
     Why did dancing go out of style
        I don’t think it’ll be back for a while

     Why did rap music become a thing
       It’s like listening to week-old refried chicken wings

In the blue light of screens, the soul is lost in a mechanical dance

In the blue light of screens, the soul is lost in a mechanical dance,
Where thoughts flow like rivers through forests of pixels and silver threads,
In a world where dreams are frozen in frames, with no time for dreaming,
And the mind struggles, like a captive bird, in the virtual cage of silence.
Technology steals our gaze, drawing

Dance Of The Grim Reaper

Death walks slowly down the street
with the hood pulled way down low
ain't no sound no not even his feet
his hourglass ready to go
are you ready hey are you ready for this
are you sitting on the edge of your seat
out of the doorway the soul-scythe rips
the end prepare to meet yeah
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another goes to the

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