Short Choreograph Poems
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you are an odd one, aren’t you?
I have certainly done my best to be
You see things others miss
True enough
Do you play your own melodies?
Yes and I choreograph myself nightly
Sharing only enough to intrigue
Retaining my enthusiasm for life
Dancer choreograph
Displays hours of essay
Dedicated to dance
Dreaming a worldwide fame
Develops a talent
Divinized with a skill
Dainty with his own style
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Fifth Place
8-28-2016
4:45 pm
The sun exhales
“another Thursday”
Slipping o’er the horizon
Shadows play tag
With rush hour traffic
School busses long for Friday
Red lights and STOP signs
Choreograph their dance
The homeless gather cardboard
Waiting outside the shelter
A warm night not a guarantee
The moon sighs
sculptured
winter winds
still,life;
arias
choreograph
spring,birth;
summer
narratives
a romance;
autumn
colours,fall
into verse
Status impending
Shelter unknown
Feelings unrelenting
Receiver resending
Willful rain is shedding
Dripping casual moments
Auspicious declarations
Yesterday's sunrise is long set
Seeking subtleties
Grazing palms and heartbeats
You drift by easily
I'm catching fragments left
Faulty footing
Lawns of glass
Cutting courtesy
Trimming liquid admissions
Orchestrate fireworks
Ballet of bright lights
Choreograph trajectories
Symphony of our lives
THE PHOENIX
You tried to choreograph my life
Cajoled me to dance to your fancies rife
While in every step you tried best
To see me mutely obey at your behest
With my happiness buried, dreams shattered
But I have made it impossible to render me battered
For my soul is fortified by scars of plenty whip-lashes
You try to burn, like the phoenix I rise from the ashes
With propriety I know now to shield my dignity
And fight alone with grit, on life's stage every malignity!
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Dance the winds of the night
against the shadows that decline
nature’s state of shining bliss
behind the breeze that remains
those meager echoes from the moon
are supplanted by the storm
the former master of a domain
befallen by the hurricane
the tempest building without regard
for lovers of the ball
a celebration that must proceed
even as the heavens quake
still the night has a charm
the choreograph will go on
in the ruins that may remain
the dance of winds until the end.