Ginger Rogers Poems | Examples

Waiting For Her Lover

An elderly television
speaks to her
in a deafened condominium.

Curtains billow
turning daylight on and off.

Sometimes she looks
into her mind,
often an old movie is playing.
She sees her late husband
dancing with Ginger Rogers.

She goes to the bathroom,
puts her teeth in wanting to look
her best.

Her lover will appear soon
appear in her recliner,
he will sit relaxed and smiling
with that dangerous grin of his.

She must hurry
if her aching hips will allow.

Now That Was Entertainment

Richard Burton
       was uncertain
     if Liz Taylor cried

     Fred Astaire
       liked Ginger Rogers'
     graceful derriere

     Ricky Ricardo
       said 'I Love Lucy'
     Those two had a ball  

     Superman or 'Mr. Kent'
       for Lois Lane
     was never meant

     Archie Bunker 
       loved fawning Edith
     despite her awkward clunkers

     Mister Ed
       had fun with W-I-L-B-U-R
     playing mind games with his head

     Dobie Gillis
       dreamed of girls
     pity, he had no pearls

     Dick Van Dyke
       was never sure
     'bout Mary Tyler Moore

     Julie Andrews
       stole his heart
     in Mary Poppins' part

     Old George Burns
       wife was spacy ~
     'Say Goodnight, Gracie!'

Home Alone

An elderly television
speaks to her
in a deafened condominium.

Curtains billow
turning daylight on and off.

Sometimes she looks 
in her mind, 
often an old movie is playing.
She sees her late husband
dancing with Ginger Rogers.

She goes to the bathroom,
puts in her teeth, wanting to look 
her very best.

Patent Leather Shoes Dance My Song

Patent leather shoes dance my song
They hop and skip, and slide against the sidewalk
I do not care about the cracks or breaking backs.
I am Ginger Rogers, tap tap tap
Fred Astaire is astounded at my dancing prowess
I twirl. I whirl. I am living the 1950's famous dancer duo's life
I am Ginger and I am Fred.
I am whirling and twirling my happiness.

"GET IN HERE IMMEDIATELY!"
It is my mother's voice.
My heart begins beating double time.
I check myself as I walk.
My dress is still clean.
My long curls have not been completely shaken lose
Then I notice all the wet grey speckles on my brand new lacy socks
Uh-oh.
Sunday School starts in ten minutes
And now my twin will be the pretty one.
I will have to wear the plain socks
without the lace

I can tell by my prissy mother's face
That she was not as taken with my 
Whirlish dervish mud puddle dancing
I stick my tongue out at my more-like-Judy-Garland face
after I change into the horrid plain socks
Not dancing now
All whirly-twirly gone.
Died a natural death
Sunday school 
Damn
Place of
Shame

Mom Morph

Mom shrieks as I tap like Ginger Rogers on the kitchen floor.
The raggedy mop with rigid brows swishes me out the door.
With squinty eyes, the traffic cop regent-points to the yard.
Her majesty, with dish soap hands, wallops my cap, soft not hard.

3/13/2019
Word Morph Contest
Sponsor - Jesse Rowe

Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire

GINGER ROGERS AND FRED ASTAIRE

If Jesus Christ were a dancer,
He would have danced like Fred Astaire
around the room with Ginger Rogers.
He'd have danced on the air with Ginger
because he was a gentleman,
and his passion was like the shepherd boy
on the Grecian Urn that Keats wrote about
who was forever perpetually young and loving;
forever wrapped in a dream-like illusion
from which he never awakened.
Fred tapped his hat on his shoe
and bounced it back on his head
with the tip of his cane.
He glided like a gazelle.
He moved like God Himself
and Ginger, his Goddess,
was never more beautiful
than when she reflected
all the loveliness and innocence
of womanhood; unattainable,
yet cherished like the maiden
etched on the Grecian Urn.

Janet Marie Bingham

Singin' In the Rain

I knew two twenty-somethings who
had been soul mates since age sixteen.
One commonality that drew
them to each other was a keen
enjoyment of old movies, those
with lively song-and-dance routines.
On weekend nights they sometimes chose
a Fred and Ginger* film with scenes 
that thrilled, but Singin’ in the Rain,      
became top choice. One time when they
were watching—Don’t think I‘m insane
when I tell what transpired that day!

As unpredicted raindrops fell
and matched those on the tv screen,
the loving couple could not quell
the urge to reenact the scene.
 
Outside, quite wet, they’d morphed into
the movie’s Don and Kathy.** While 
they sang and danced, they bid adieu
reality in their own style!


*Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers—iconic dance team of the 
1930’s and 1940’s who starred in ten movies during this time

**roles played by Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds in this movie (1952)

entered in Brenda Chiri's Tell Me a Story Contest on October 23, 2018


Note: I posted this poem earlier, messed it up, had to repost!

Entered in Brian Strand's Contest 512 on October 31, 2018

Tribute To Fred Astaire

An outlaw, a felon, a choreographed thief, 
Stealing the moves like a crim,
Seizing the twirls with a straightened top hat, 
Tap dancing around on a whim,

Gliding a smile with shining eyebrows, 
Hands tip top tapping his cane,
This remarkable man of pure elegance, 
No one could fully explain,

Because he drew from ballroom, swing, Latin and jazz, 
He used every bit of the room,
Dancing on walls, hat stand and on ice, 
He even danced with a broom,

But this dignified man that everyone loved, 
Loved dancing with one woman in pearls,
His one Ginger Rogers in a free flowing dress, 
With her beautiful dancing blonde curls.

Art

Art, is worlds of splendor,
Calliopes of sight and sound, 
That stimulate our senses, 
Expressing life profound. 

Art, is visual texture, 
Space, shapes, and colored lines, 
Its tones and measured values, 
Of every imaginable kind. 

Art, is Michelangelo, 
And his Creation at Sistine, 
Kandinsky at the Guggenheim, 
Pablo Picasso at fifteen. 

Art, is melodic singing, 
An opera at the Met, 
Or orchestrated performance, 
Of audible storytelling silhouettes. 

Art, is Sarah Brightman, 
With Bocelli accompanied, 
The New York Philharmonic, 
Woodwind, brass, and tenor strings. 

Art, is famous people and places, 
Resonating with artistic flair, 
Paris, Rome, Broadway, London, 
Ginger Rogers, and Fred Astaire. 

Art, is how history captures, 
A nation’s cultural appeal, 
Toward things its people value most, 
Their morals, ethics, and ideals.

At 91

Lost your tongue, 
as you fumble to recall the right words to use.
I think of all the words that once flowed so freely,
and where there were no words to fit, 
you simply made them up.  Daft, silly, and fun.

Vast vocabulary resonating at every opportunity.
The scrabble board could even learn from you!

At times jibes rasped from your tongue
as sharp as a razor
On the flip side and more reflective of you,
Jolliness.
Words danced from your mouth
like Ginger Rogers or Rita Hayworth, swift and effortless.

Your songbird melody
as you sang songs of old
or chimed sweet childhood rhymes.
 
Now,
a blank page staring back awaiting its full stop.

Grand Hotel Tea Dance

Pasadena Big Band, On With The Dance

Nostalgic swing, singing the blues
So put on your dancing shoes
Get out of your chair
Dance like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire

Imagining we are stars in a speakeasy movie
Dancing the Charleston, we're ever so groovy
"CUT", shouts the film director, "next scene"
The music stops, it's the end of the dream

Tea Dance with the Pasadena Big Band
The waitress serves on a silver cake stand
Cup cakes, petit fours and cress sandwiches
Just like in the black and white movies

Fuchsia

Dancing in the rain,
Just like Fred Astaire,
And Ginger Rogers,
Fuchsia flowers,
Delightful moves,
With sequence steps,
Awakening romance,
Into dream worlds
With blossoming love,
Silky skirts twirl,
Gliding from branches,
High into the air,
Excitement and suspense,
Practicing their routine,
Sparkling in the sun,
Watched by the garden, 
Spectating cheer.
A great performance.

Wendy Jae

Mom

She's 79 and a live wire,
hardly ever sits down
and doesn't easily tire,
She is young at heart
and that's plain to see,
takes care of herself
which we can all agree.
Although she is like Ginger Rogers
without her Fred Astaire,
she realizes without her partner,
life isn't always fair,
But she manages her pain and strife, 
being she's an optimist
with a zest for life,
So, I thank God
my Mom is still healthy and aware,
because this grand dame
isn't ready for some old rocking chair!

Submerged In Femininessence

SUBMERGED IN FEMININESSENCE

e valued price of
precious key
unchaining doors imagined locks 
that set free


a girl is born
the stage is set
manoeuvring moves
that control and direct

discerning a world
through perceptive eyes
instinctively she knows
all truth from lies

then
we fail to….

RECLAIM OUR
LUMINESCENSE 
FEMININESSENCE

F  earless faithful friendly funny and frank
E  xhuberant emotional energetic or easygoing
M  ultifaceted masterpieces mighty yet modest
A  ffectionate adaptable amicable but ambitious
L  oving loyal life-givers lusciously lofty in lingerie
E  nthusiastically effective embracing edified by 


FEMININESSENCE





“Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did
but…She did it backwards and in high heels”


(Inspired and written for all woman to remind them they are Princesses and Perfect in Gods eyes)


© Kim van Breda—9 August 2014

Two Squirrels In Love

Two Squirrels in Love

Alas! There there are at the break of day 
With the new sun warming their curly tails.
There they are dancing from tree top to tree top
Like Fred Estare and Ginger Rogers.
Breaking in the new day with a new dance
As their hearts swell with sheer delight.
Two squirrels in love 
Sharing their paradise of all paradises.
A quaint little park at the end of the street
A place where lovers meet.
A place where hearts connect for the very first time.
But it’s all theirs!
The dance floor for these two squirrels in love-
It’s all theirs!
Dancing on the branches of the elm trees above
A paradise for two.
Or shall we say three?
For next spring there shall be three!
Father squirrel, mother squirrel, and little squirrel
 chasing each other on the branches 
of the tallest elm trees.


Gwendolen Rix
6-6-14

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