Long Break dance Poems

The alphabets were standing in a line 26 strong,
The Language Door Keeper knew at once something 
was wrong...
No verbs or nouns or personifications, no sentence
structures, or punctuation. 

What is the problem The Language Door Keeper...

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(Continued from part one.)

Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.

Treat him not, to your portions...

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There’s a soft glimmer of day on the horizon
As a vanquished sun is swept away by dusk’s dark flow
With a slender slip of a cloud stretched North to the South
That floats on the sweetness, the...

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My Life is a song sung in a 
series of repetitive inferior notes.
I’m unable to record mellow melodies, 
as my violin strings continually play 
with reckless violet villains. 
As I sit and replay recitals of...

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It’s very difficult to start to write
as soon as inspiration come 
that have done it 
leading legions of others duties, 
wants, desires, tricks and trifles 
have occupied you around at all.
Suddenly you mad for cup...

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Like an eagle out of Egypt...flying faster than the wind
Leaving many shackles, chains and cages
Leaving sorrow and sickness and a multitude of sins
How, where or when? He really doesn't know...and really doesn't care
He only wants...

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Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive
music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip
here's the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed
the...

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Why are u the only thing on my mind? 
I'm trying to pay attention in geometry. 
Why can't I be without u, 
Without losing my sanity? 
Why do I need u in my life? 
Why...

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Yo Yo New York City make me crazy and i am cool man and i am rap and people think i am cool rap walk on street and i am deaf and i can show...

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The rooster crows at the break of dawn.
I rise to write a poetic song.
A look through the window,
and I hear someone shout!
What brings' you to the Big Apple.
I say, I came,
 by the way of...

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Music is more than a passion I enjoy,
It is food to my very soul!
From the time I was a little boy on momma's knee,
It helped me maintain self-control and calmed my nerves.

Music kickstarts several passions...

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Music is more than a passion I enjoy,
It is food to my very soul!
From the time I was a little boy,
It helped me maintain self-control.

Music kickstarts several passions inside me.
I love to sing and dance...

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(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)

When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell...

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Life is a dance we were all born to do.
The styles to choose from are more than a few!
Some choose simple two-step; some move with flair.
Some slow dance; some break dance, devil-may-care!
Some free style, while...

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Eerie presence, oft spotted near midnight
Whistling a death tune, inducing deep fright
Gliding over the lake with nonchalance 
On full-moon nights, performing a break dance
Well before dawn, disappearing from sight

The ghost, it is said, nocturnal birds...

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I love to rap and tap most times ,
My wrist ,I can twist with real ease ,
Even though I’m not in my prime ,
My femurs and knees slide like grease ,
Hip for hip-pop dance and...

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You can break a promise, break a toy,
Break a rack in pool;
Break a tennis player’s serve
And even break a rule.

Break a horse to saddle up;
Take a break for lunch.
Break a glass (at Jewish weddings);
Listen to...

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Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark...

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A moths flight path is erratic
It flits from place to place 
First it’s on your ceiling
Then it’s dive bombing your face

It hits its head on lightbulbs 
Even though they’re really hot
Killing off the the few...

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I  praise you my love
because of your sweetness
which is like honey
and sugar from Kenya,
and your kindness
that makes people to smile
like Barack Obama.
I believe you settled my heart
because am part of your life,
and without you...

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