Long Footwork Poems

Fork git about spooner hiz ham

And join (singing the words 
in the next paragraph) whether alone
in a traffic jam
basting, cooking, then eating a lamb
prepared by thee missus
a superb culinary madam.

“A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics
A ram...

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Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations
courtesy mine trademark signature reactions 
rather than be in compliance...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with...

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Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman 
maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps
and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram 
to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed...

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When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of 
a faerie.

If in a wheat field the sheathes would glow...

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speculative fictional account
courtesy yours truly interpretation
impossible mission to surmount
tooling topographic factors,
solving quadratic equations, 
rubik's cube generally tantamount.

Perchance yar juiced
a young man or woman
Aladdin on cusp of securing lass
maybe born, bread and raised
in the city that...

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No rhyme nor reason why
yours truly recalled how
me late mother
(earlier in her fitbit livingsocial years)
non verbally communicated disgust
(insync with audible sigh)
quite often ultimatums
blasting fulminating nauseating
scathing well nigh
she loosed loathing against
grungy looking son (guess who)

futilely escaped...

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The Jester tumbled in
with his fancy footwork
into the castle's great hall,
raising his arms, waving to all.

He's dressed from head to toe
in humorous multi-coloured attire
and red pointed shoes.
Tied around his painted clown face,
a funny pointed red...

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Ray Richardson was known as a fighter,
and a big hit amongst the boxing fans,
though few of them ever called him by name,
his sobriquet in the ring was ‘Steel Hands,’
like Forman, Wilder, he had power,
his fights...

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The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. Richard Carlson
 
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Who lives fully? Oh, such a sight to foresee!
A life so valuable, so graceful, and so...

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As the dancer elegantly performs
This oldest classical dance heritage of India
The Bharatanatyam: A Divine dance art form, 
The grace and beauty of the art, 
Is enhanced by movement, mime and music. 

The facial expressions and...

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Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations 
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood 
his growth hormone deficiency 
              ...

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Click a tee, click a tee, click a tee click,
Flick a dee, fick a dee, fick a dee, flick,
I do all of this to attract you my dear,
To lose you is my only fear,
I’ll sing...

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For most of his 
Bumming around days
He was lost 
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Slipping
Countering
Learning how to hook
Footwork and poise
A moving target
Possessing  speed
And brutal power
Waiting
To...

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With speedy, gutsy ease
          her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
          Gaelic music lathers the...

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HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX

Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips

As spring breeze kiss, I am a lady longing to grow
Fear a lost...

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in the arena of battle,
t.v. on snipe

drawing his long sword from its sheath,
every inch cacophonously sharpened

sinister with geared teeth

nonsense forms from ancient bowels,
utterance of a lion woken from sleep

roaring out profanity and analytical resound,
playback of...

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Strange eyes stare as look back 
nervously heart beating 
outrageously.
I close my eyes just for a pinch 
second as i gain composer.
And the music comes into que 
softly. 
My inner thoughts tell i, my moment...

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Infamous girl
you sank to a grave dug with a silver spoon
infamous girl
you drag your dress across an ill fated field lit by the moon

Lure you, comfort you, f-ck you, toss you
put this cycle on repeat,...

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We danced like this
A fit of madness,  twirling around
round as the beat drowned

  drowned out sounds of outside melodies
unwanted tunes, I danced with you
black dress of luxurious lace swept low
Encasing legs perfectly porcelain
Fanciful...

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I gaze in awe
The music just flows through you
Every move graceful and perfect

The music transforms you
Your eyes dance with personality
Your passion for dance running through your veins

Your ability is amazing
You shine on the stage
Like the...

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Someone’s wearing horns.
“I keep turning ideas ‘round and ‘round,” these are your words not mine.
Let’s dance, El Toro.
Jagged footwork, chaotic turn of events, graceful flip-flopping of antics; the trick is to hold your stance so...

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Dashing to the Registry
With my bride to be, to be.
Under blue skies with blue shoes.
Wedding bands and promises, 
Held tight, till later…
I do

Fanciful footwork and fireworks
The most glorious country wedding.
Marquees and marvellous speeches,
Swirling and twirling...

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The Zweiback Warrior


Zweiback cookies – teething biscuits
Yucky, gnawed upon, gummed delights
Xeric surface absorbing wanton drool
Wielded, by the toothless cherub, in
Valiant fencing stance encumbered by
Unsteady footwork of diapered distress. 
Tongue licking the blunted sword tip
Short sticky...

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We are not familiar –
we are city dwellers.

We have passed each other
on crowded city streets.
Proud yellows protruding
through concrete cracks.
I have danced with “lady slippers”
in a shaded cluster of trees –
marveled at their footwork,
I have cheered...

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