Dance Literature Poems

Today’s youth, we all agree, have gone to Hell
With literature and poetry as well, 
While, lamentably, these youths we can’t control, 
They should take care...

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For the sun has taken the sail, painting the sky a tapestry of emotions.
The wind wafted through my hair, making it dance to its rhythm.
The...

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Embroiled in
Pre-dawn delusions
Assuming the
Cloud covered moon is
Destroying its symbolism
For my own amusement
As the parking lot becomes
Mystical, enlightened
Full of
Ambient apparitions 
Of the eternal type
With the coyotes...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles...

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In the labyrinth of thought, where neurons weave,
A cosmic dance, where perceptions deceive.
Synaptic constellations in a quantum trance,
Reality's illusion, a cerebral dance.

Thoughts, elusive particles, in...

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Dreaming in pieces I awakened 
to night terrors again my memory 
gazing into yesterday my broken 
beautiful brain signals sleep my senses 
aroused by sullen...

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James Joyce:
In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell,
found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell.
In this modern age, voices rise anew.
What themes thrive, Margaret, in...

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Within libraries vast, the world's hidden secrets come alive,
Books gently share their stories, like whispers in the wind's gentle sigh.
From ancient scrolls to tales waiting...

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Amidst the emerald blades, the grass does sway,
In quiet harmony, where children play.
Around the quaint and cozy house it grows,
A verdant carpet, where sweet memories...

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Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The...

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Silence, my loyal companion, enfolds me
in the embrace of solitude’s sanctuary,
where words dare not tread, forsaking her.
With vacant eyes, she wields a brush
and paints a...

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When you return home after many years,
stepping onto familiar soil,
your heart stirs with bittersweet anticipation.
The sun-tinted house that once witnessed your dreams
now stands a stranger,...

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Writer’s Block

Random words on an empty page
My soul is struggling to write,
With jumbled nouns and tangled verbs
I found no adjectives in sight.
Those fragments act like...

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No Longer a Satisfying Symphony

When the piper plays the pipe,
Our hearts flutter,
At the sweet soft  melody.

The piper all set up and tuned,
With his little...

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