Dance Poets Poems

The only immortal beings are the poets...
in whose heart the hourglass of the cosmos turns,
Their words are the blood coursing through the veins of eternity,
And...

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In lands where words like rivers flow, beneath the moon's serene, soft glow,
A scribe with pen in steady grasp, captures life's essence, breath in clasp.
Each...

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“My dance on life’s stage, is not to just to prance, 
 But to create beauty, to raise human consciousness, 
 For what good is...

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Poetry forms pop up,
knocking on door of mind,
seeking our indulgence,
that we emote therein,
heart’s blissful effulgence.

Poetry forms pop up,
as fragrance in disuse,
that we may play awhile,
in...

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When you are alone,
you look at the others
and think
that one had too much ...

time to think

and that one … 
well, you surmise, 
they are on...

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In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl 
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled 
I sit and ponder, pen in place just...

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A block of cells begins a life
A block of time in which to try
To grow to mold to give to strive
A block of blessings before...

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Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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I write because I love to write,  
writing for a contest makes me think.  
My imagination and creativity come alive,  
as the...

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Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River 

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, 
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. 
I look up...

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Oh, I never intended to bring forth sorrow,
Never meant to inflict a pang, a borrow.
A single moment, a glimpse of delight,
Yearned to witness you in...

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As I read poetry,  
I love reading the amazing words.  
When breathing in,  
each word comes alive.  
When breathing out, ...

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