Long Choreographer Poems

I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see...

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life is an     inconsistent choreographer
   shielded  in stainless symphonies
          composed with erratic patterns
curating colors seized    ...

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I was a creative choreographer, for superb Broadway musicals and plays,
As musical winds choreograph motions, throughout any of our rosy days.

I lived for charms of elegant dance, for its beauty will forever be with us,
As...

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Back in the day,
before right hand
leftbrain dominance
became our mean girl
weaponized thing

Our bilaterally balanced grandmothers,
whether Eastern Taoists
or Western Animists
(and almost certainly both)
did not think to separate
Left from Right,
mind from body,
passion from pleasure,
if only because our peak...

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Idyllic reverie during break of day

May today bring unbridled bliss 
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.

When the last trace of night 
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state 
pervades thy...

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I was walking through the pineapple row and a thorn stick me on my middle toe, I bend down low to remove it and I almost fell into the ditch, I didn’t know what to...

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HANDMAIDEN OF MOON DANCING



fly me to stars in the thrill of one swan night
over a crescent arc to feel a flame of sighs,
teasing dreams so silent yet ever wild
and like a neon light, speak through...

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In the expanse of the vast blue canvas above,
Where birds tell tales in the silence of flight,
Their wings, artisans of an unseen story,
And the wind, a subtle bard, whispers concealed longing.

Nature, a poet draped in...

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 her untamable sakura spirit
glows like sweet scents
of petrichor peace,
perfumed in jasmine water,
whilst there’s no path
to golden rays of sunlight,
she shines for the elite vines
trailing through silver 
    gates of heaven.

and when...

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         ....When she gets bored of Mr. Slick 
and wants to have real fun.
You win some you lose some Newssome.
You abuse some,
misuse funds,
talk about appropriations,
self donations,
inappropriate grooming...

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The structure, or plot, of a poem is, in my opinion, like the melody in music. It's what holds the words together and keeps us reading...

A present's not a gift until someone sends or brings...

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I saw her  a milky complexion and a voluptuous frame , she had a name but no surname noone gave her a surname . 

I found her similar less incommon a saree she had draped...

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Lyriktribute to Anzu Furukawa 
AURORA BOREALIS (Satis Shroff)

The sky was bathed
In fantastic hues:
Yellow, orange, scarlet
Mauve and cobalt blue.
Buto dancing,
In this surreal light,
On the stage,
Was magnificent.
Your heart pounds higher,
Your feet become light,
Your body sways
To the rhythm
And...

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“Howdy Amos”, “Howdy Seth”, without a glance.
Amos t’aint much for words as he stares straight ahead
His gaze as straight as his furrows.
Amos is what you might call a “deep thinker”.
I watch as he bounces up...

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We are going to do a flash mob dance Comet told the crew.
I have a choreographer trained reindeer to help, her name is Bonnie Sue.
Vixen and Blitzen were miffed, because it was not their idea...

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open your doors
close all the windows
sleeping's such a bore
suffocate it with pillows

psh, i'm not hellbent
shut your mouth
it's called character development
WOOPS. broke routine again
and the poem's gone south.

made myself out to be the bad guy
so they...

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I engaged her in a passionate Tango
While I checked her bank account
Almost suffered from a seizure
At the vast disclosed amount
So I wined her and i dined her
And I set out to seduce
And to my amazement
I...

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lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life, 
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a...

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Leaves of burnished gold take flight
                          Whirling spirals, with childish...

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Him 
The sight of him was so perfect
His smile so bright like the sun on a hot summer day
The smell of his cologne and aftershave 
His eyes like the oceans of Hawaii 
The taste of...

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Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mind.
Scientist invents, minded with formulas.
Cartoonist...

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When I look up into the clear night sky,
I catch my breath and wonder why
God made such a stupendous magnificence
for me to while away the evening.
Such a vast array of utterly perfect jewels,
Set in such...

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The fated time has now arrived
My thin illusion cracks and dies
Confused, your eyebrows take a dive
Though shattered mask did never lie

Thick volumes of the things I missed
To flowing dancers, such a gaffe
The choreographer is pissed
With...

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Wonder
is like Joy
except more below the waist
and less above,
said the Muse
to the Choreographer.

Awe
accompanies Wonder
and yet feels more silent bass 
and less trembling treble
cleft,
said the Choreographer
to the RightHand dominant
Composer

Joy sings
overflowing Awesome pelvic dance
more above the neck
and...

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He is as He always was and forever will be, Master Choreographer 
- director of my soul.

I begin to utter strength from my lips... and then from my mouth
words of wisdom flow. In gentle, brave...

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