Dance Diving Poems

The man with launchpad hair glides by

Glowing orange in the mountain view

A red balloon bobbles by his side

The other man holds his diaper high

Blows bubbles...

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Moon smiles and night palls a velvet blue veil, 
And owls and curlews hail with a flirting tale; 
Xylophones and cymbals bounce for our dance,...

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My heart felt old; I sought the cold.
Canada’s land was what I planned.
Among trees grand and far inland
To dance my sad brand of sarabande.
Yet precious...

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Soul Diving


We have to write the poem or song
about our deepest feelings,
strip away all the excuses
down to the honest dealings.

Buried and held so privately
for fear...

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