Polonaise Poems - Poems about Polonaise

...The only ounce of energy I'll be expending today is having picked up a pen to scrawl these lines... "I have declared this to be Dolce Far Niente Day." Enjoying the sweet life, doing no......

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...I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town. My triumph was impromptu and abrupt. I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope In hope there’d be no need for bac......

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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 E......

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...In the nascence of one’s polonaise, Always an unknown tune invades, unseen, unfelt: The sonority of a somber night-sonata, Inside a cold, dark tomb. Aleatory existence led by revolting wheels, ......

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...Like a sweet child in ballet toe steps glide across the archway, A graceful pirouette holding breath and heartbeat balanced then suddenly rising like modern athletes. A rhythmic cadence hustl......

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...Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets The Princess Anna stood arms half-akimbo at the scrawny edge of the receding bank her Polonaise pollarded down to her exposed ta......

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...In grace, now seen a verdant tree, its trunk and limbs splayed in the round, perfect radial symmetry. Were nature absent intellect might such majesty e'er result— accidental tour......

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...Wooing, My LOVE Chateau-Briand, with homemade sauce Bernaise Pancake cottage fries, al dente cauliflower Polonaise 1971 bottle of Pouilly-Fuisse on ice, already Chilled The Love of my Life, Barb......

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...Heaven's drunkard is the butterfly, Tipsy on flowers, Mr. flutter-on-by: Papier-mache wings wafting along, He flies on currents of invisible song. He could stop but the flowers are so many, Beckonin......

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...Satin shoes, for years, I wore upon my feet; Bound around my Ankles with Expectations I could never meet, On bloodied toes That languished In a pirouette Of self-defeat; Wearing slippers That tri......

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...The music plays and flays my soul the polonaise so cold,so cold the night comes in across the sea why are you reaching out for me? I gave all I had when I had it to give now I don'......

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