Foxtrot Dance Poems

TalAngela JamIN

Dance in the early 19th century
There’s s a woman named TalAngela, complementary
She was a pretty woman she wears a crown
And she surely knows how...

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A few notes set a rhythm
The foxtrot beckons
Across the crowded room they smile
Nat's melodic tone frames the dance
Towards each other they move
And then they are...

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Dancing on the fringes
waltzing through the fire
Tango once the step of choice
driven by desire

Life a dark flamenco
words to not intrude
Motion trumping conscious thought
—foxtrot interlude

(Dreamsleep: August,...

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I often yearn for just one day
that I will  
     dance 
       and sing...

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I am friends with someone 
He's good he's bad 
He's not ugly nor sad 
He keeps me at bay 
I danced with the devil
A false...

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Would you care
   to dance with me?
      I'll let you 
       ...

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I never danced not a stride
 hard as I tried
the rhythm and the songs
 pushed two left feet along
ever turning to the right
 but I...

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Foxtrot for dances or horses?
Both I suppose.
Who does it better?

Comparing them would be 
Like comparing onions to Lazy-boy-recliners,
Comparing lima beans to undertakers,

Comparing lavender to unicorns,
Comparing...

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When I was young and frivolous and having so much fun
I danced until I heard the dawn chorus being sung
a sparkly golden hair clip adorned...

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I sat in the kitchen, Mum stood at the sink,
the radio nattered away,
when all of a sudden she stopped washing the pots,
a Fleetwood Mac song...

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POEM BASED ON AN OLD JOKE 


A village copper was on his beat
When he saw a parked car rocking
The rate that it was moving
It really...

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Two pairs of Equus eyes that motion dare,
foxtrot to the midnight endless dance
Their heated passion is an Appaloosa affair,
day number three of a spotty romance

Leg...

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You Can Never Dance A Tango With A Mango


     You can never dance a Tango With a Mango

   ...

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I'm a visitor from tomorrow 
    In the realm of yesterday
 Some dance steps I'll borrow
   When the music starts...

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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...

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