Long Tap dance Poems

The heavens shimmer 
as billowy linen-white gossamer clouds slip away, as soft blossoms open for the sun.

Mystical wings of Eden brush sunset colors; 
caress the rose petal; touch the lustrous cream bisque glossed onto an...

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The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last,
and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see.
To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and...

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"The Strict Machine"




Take a note 
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like 
a Magpie's beak 
a Silent Epiphany
One, 
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer 
pneumatic drill 
Blackbirds fly off the page
they're swooping for the...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over...

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RIP is what they wrote above me,
But that hasn't put an end to this thing.
The bugger's still up there happily,
Prancing and dancing,
And I can't get any sleep!

If I could get out of this box of...

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In a moment of understandable frustration with me,
My wife demanded to know what I really believed in.
I thought for a minute, tear glands filling,
"The essential goodness of my parents."

My mother was a child of the...

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"The Pure in Simplicity"

the love thieves
all in syncronicity
shoot silver kisses 

like bullets

penetrating
the pure 
in simplicity

pretenders 
sit at your table
feast on your losses

never your wins
now...
acrostics..

they swallow,
whole heartedly
it's kind of like medicine,

your everything, 
your sons 
and your...

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if Rowena's kuzzle was
the center of the Earth
he'd look for a shovel
she was an underpass hooker
exploited by a grim and grimy past
reckless as the day is long
a tourism so shameless 
her own union set her...

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How boot a mud pie for the birthday girl?
(yes, that would be the snoozing missus,
hook lames to need mooch beauty sleep),
hence who might not arise for bajillion years.

Thou me noggin forced to remember
how me heart...

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Percy would stand up and sidestep and tap dance while the bullets bounced around him....
Percy laughed at death
and the Grim Reapers sickle missed him..
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
           ...

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“what inspires you to write
such indiscriminate indiscretions
like that?” he speaks to himself 
and thinks 

not long 
without thinking,
unnaturally he feels,
something, so
 
he promptly writes 
it all down 
without a further
doo-diddley-day

there you go 
a muse 

the...

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those who have money,
bubbling in the belly of the beast,
make it their point to inform the
rest of us,
that if we haven’t started putting 
money away for our “retirement,”
then we are ****ed---
as if there will ever...

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Timely simultaneous occurrences? really? or a big beef casserole delivering a speech?

A leaning vibrating hand of a plant is getting out of the pot today. It prefers a nice vase you see. Varnish no onion...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.

Then I looked...

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Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas
and towards moon she started a tap dance,
showing her ballerina dress made by Chris;
young boys came around and stole a glance!

What was the secret that made
her so glamorous...

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Music is around us 
Music is in us
We were born with a rhythm
The rhythm in us gives indication of the life in us
I put my hand on my chest and I could tap dance to...

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Two fingers trapped in a tinkle
Tap dance on the last
The ivories louder and louder
The notes spinning, spinning so fast

Unleashing the whirlwind it does twirls about the room
The magical piano from which a dust devil makes...

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all the bitter things can fade without a moment’s 
hesitation
when melody sets in
when tones thought so comfortable to the one in pain
flood the room---
these notes, tunes, rhythms bring one to the special places
the minute seconds...

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the music plays
our feet tap dance
to the rhythm we sway
ego fades in playful dalliance 

lovers with hearts melded holding hands
pheromones innocently intermingling
joy throb mind cannot understand 
magnetic current scintillating 

we watch day shift to night
scarlet...

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[SIZE=5][B]Alive With Hope This Mortal Flesh[/B][/SIZE]

Soon when storm its angry breath blows
Its drumming raid tells earth to feel
And earth's grass spreads its dark green toes
Sky cries out, this is a new deal
Alive with hope this...

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“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare


I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.

I am...

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synthetic heaven taking hold
      changing all that's lucid, cold
         down the gut or down the drain
   coursing throbs to burst...

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synthetic heaven taking hold
          changing all that's lucid, cold
               down the gut...

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Fantasy 2-22-24  
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Parade

At midnight dawn my mind escapes parting the stars
Making my way to a summerland torchlight parade
Where grand marshals of zebra fish 
Lead the festival from fiery snow drifts of spun clouds
Making way...

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