Long Quadrille Poems

Alice, did th' afternoon grow long an' dull; 
As your older sister did read an' mull? 
While in your mind, boredom grew- 
That you'd grown restless no one knew! 
That's what came before th' fall-...

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One time a barefooted pickney dancing on the street
I beat puhn pan an' wanda how life could be sweet
For my yai quadrilled to distant cling-cling roost and feel
A longing to change their parliament in my...

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Find places for meditation,
a strawberry path leading
to mysterious backwoods...
hear the woodpeckers
drilling through bark,
how frightening they are at dusk!


Meet the jolly woodscutter
gathering the fallen trunks
of cherry oak for a winter's fire...
or for furniture like coffetables and...

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Find places for meditation,
a strawberry path leading
to mysterious backwoods;
hear the woodpeckers drill through bark...
how frightening they are at dusk!

Meet the jolly woodscutter
gathering the fallen trunks
of cherry oak for a winter's fire...
or for furniture like coffee...

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Jamaica, I hear you laughing now like a water sprite's
Amplitude of songs. You splash against the shivering light,
Militant, your bold children like stars of distant nights
Awakening to dance around the peonies throbbing sight
Infinite wisdom exalt...

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Ripples of gawk and gaze splendour,
at one’s fingertips eternally,
cornucopia an instant dream float,
golden gust garner without rein,
indulgent Pysche extract from nirvana,
but voyage of the quadrille quill,
on impact whilst a glittering weave,
admission of luxurious  environment,
a...

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Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and...

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          In My Garden of Freedom



To no human, do I belong!
I am the afterglow of freedom’s song.
My friends...

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             * A Star Danced*


So ebony soft is indeed this night.
However, only to be lit by a dancing star.
I watched with profound amazement,
At all the ballet moves it knew...

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Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars,
A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them.
The tango of fate steals us into its hazy whirl,
And each step becomes a heated battle, ablaze.
When...

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Pale dappled clouds drift across the sky_
Chasing the sun away when she wants to peak out;
And when in the shadow of clouds-   there is a chill;
But, still the pretty birds glide and...

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O that you too could have sat their in awe
I see the human body thaw
From bright emotion into motion
When Sheila Barnett, that Nettleford so Rex
Curved and looped in sweet elation
Petals on wind, eyes camering context
From...

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Come dance with me, I hear the band
Of birds and cricket playing
Quadrille, or mento, now take my hand
The earth on love is turning

Come lie with me, the grass is green
Too wet the golden sand
The dew...

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They will not let me sleep!
For me, they are far brighter than the sun.
Which seems to wake everyone!
The moon and stars, though  to me, are the most deep.

Calling awake my poetess' sleeping pen?
Recalling the beauty of...

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Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night

From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With whoops and calls
And high-pitched trills
The vehicle turns aside

Then flames appear...

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She walked with grace through grassy  meadows
pausing to smell the sensual fragrance
watching the rabbits dart down their barrows
their white tails flashing creating a drama  

Azure  skies blazing, making perfect the day
she laid...

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DANCES ARE SQUARE

There are some dances where different people meet
Exchanging partners enhances the social opportunity
When one glances at another, it makes it all complete

Whether old-fashioned such as the cotillion or quadrille
There’s only one in a...

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