Short Choreographed Poems
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Autumn leaves dancing
Spinning and twirling around
All so inspiring
Enticing playful moments
With choreographed echoes.
like ballet dancers
in colourful pinafores
an impromptu dance
choreographed by the wind
leaves dance to Autumn's sweet song
for Nathan's contest "Tanka (Season)"
Softly plays the breeze
across stems,
petals dance in ecstasy
at its caress.
Nodding heads
bow to each other
in perfectly choreographed
unison
as nature’s ballroom
hosts
the waltz of the wildflowers.
The waiting clap handed smashy,
sits in a dime's oval,
swallows sourly-
yet diversify's the mind,
overly enveloped miniatures-
coasting to the camels,
choreographed lightly yet so marches the mass.
Sit in silence,
Listen to the universe sing your praise,
Be still,
The entirety of life has choreographed a dance for you,
Inhale the elixir of life,
Envelope yourself in love,
Just be emerged in the love that eternity has bequeathed you.
gorgeous iridescent rainbow butterfly
barely pricks the shiny mulberry leaf
prancing with tiny pony like taps
leaf barely feels her, and yet is honored
to commit to her choreographed challenge
giving her a glimpse of his heartbeat and his love
Enchanted sequins move with laser precision
Sensationally choreographed pyrometrics dance
Mystifying wingless flight of earthbound spirits
Steadily intensifying blurred colors streak by
Blades defy gravity suspended on breaths
By Robb A. Kopp
"Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows"- Alexander Pope
A summer breeze in the garden plays
As lilies sway to its caress
Daisies move in rhythmic ways
Lilacs move to and fro
It's choreographed
on a summer
day, by a
gentle
breeze
Countless Cosmic Constellations
Colossal Combustible Clouds
Confluences of Chrysalis Crystals
Collectives of Choreographed Colors
Constant Creation Collisions
Corrective Course Corrections
Cosmonauts Crashed Craft
Countless Cosmic Consternations
A leap ... jete
a turn ... fouette
in the drama dance
of ballet.
A pas and then
glissade again
choreographed
by the danseuse
in her slippers
steel toed.
Balanced on tarsi strong
beneath her stiff tulle tutu,
she vaults
in an allegro passage
to soar
and interpret the tale.
our words one can compress
but our focus as wordsmiths
is to let creativity take charge
each and every conversation
becomes a writer’s permit to
master their authorship
choreographed words bestir
and challenge mind-numbing
beware of what you share
pursuits of passion my pen
not to be silently suppressed
This awakening
Of listening to tapes
And viewing my life in verse
This strength not to rage
But to reflect for guide posts
For detours lurking
For words to be wary of
The very cost of thoughts I've beheld
Of moves I have choreographed;
I now know of ease, and courage
Not forgetting to regret... .
*
(To be cont.)
what does it mean?
five birds swooping together in tandem
under the arm of a hickory, upward in unison
gliding as if they are fingers of one hand
are they headed toward a celebration of life?
not a sound is heard as they disappear over the ridge
five birds in sync, flying in an choreographed line
not making a big deal about it
A light stroke of the sun caresses the soft features of your face just right
As dust particles dance in the morning light
Surrounded by a thousand molecules careening about suspended in a sunbeam
You lay motionless deep in a daydream
The seemingly choreographed specs maneuver in perpetual bliss
As serenity sneaks chaos a kiss
Across great plains, in rich soil valleys
beneath breathtaking, bold painted skies
amber cobras dance on graceful stems
swaying to refrains of flowing rhapsodies
Mariah plays for them on a whimsical flute
whistling notes float along on wind songs
hypnotized by her gentle rhythmic breezes
they bend and dip in choreographed allegro
Drought had entered
into grass roots.
It was a perfect landing.
Sequential. You are
chopped into pieces. A shoal
of fish will make you disappear.
The vacancy will call
a choreographed entry. The
descent will find a goldenrod.
Snow-capped peaks. It
is difficult to stay for a long time.
You climb down. River remains dry.
Satish Verma
The Dance of Anger…
A weary waltz,
on a sheenless floor.
Offbeat music
gyrates an endless cycle.
On two, accent anxiety’s weakness
Syncopated rhythms erupt.
Love songs
are a miss.
Vinyl scratched,
for a touch
a large charge
or a bit of blood.*
Choreographed to move timely and allay tears.
Uncrazy!
Dance to a different drum.
I have one special memory
Lying with you on the lake shore
Watching the sun twinkle
As it flickered between the tree’s leaves
A gentle breeze makes the weeping willow magical
Dancing movements choreographed long ago
Never copied by anything else
To me, they are signs of unending love
Given to me and my future wife
To cherish as long as we both shall live
© Poem XXVIII/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
My eyes dark brown
Yours so intensely blue
I smile when I hear
That deep sigh from you
We’re a country apart
It’s impossible some say
But passion felt so deeply
Must always have its day
Our hearts dance with intimacy
Choreographed with time and trust
You sigh and say, “Dreams can come true”
I smile and whisper, “This one must”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Written 10-24-2015
Malady gently receives the hand of familiarity
and began a dance of deception.
Anguish bowed politely to oppression,
when vulnerability appeared.
Destruction cut in,
angering her partner subtlety.
Lies twirled in lovers arms,
torment and misery moved together gracefully in unison.
Deceit caressed passion,
while vile dreams are crushed under the enchanting waltz.
Pageantry choreographed with devil's imagination.
Cranberry Harvest
The golden leaves crunch under my feet
As I watch the seven harvest machines dance
Across the cranberry field in choreographed formation.
The thick black rain clouds are blown by fierce winds
Allowing the bright sun to make an appearance.
The heavy fragrance of fall foliage is in the air.
The small, tart, red berries pop up
To float on flooded fields…..
The great cranberry harvest has begun!
An angel sheds a feather
and mortal eyes rise to see
a glimpse of divinity;
a pink plume etched on blue skies.
Ethereal wisps of light
color misty clouds of white;
imbuing fragility
with exceptional beauty.
Ribbons of purple and mauve
inseparably tangled,
dance a sensual ballet;
that's choreographed by time.
And in the stillness of dusk,
silence imposes itself
on a diverse harmony
of chirps as the day shuts down.
Limpid she lay, languid on the boardwalk ledge,
Arms akimbo, not a ray missed by the water's edge,
Not a hair out of place, nuanced and bronzed,
Glowing and golden, the Fonz would be out-Fonzed.
Ultra cool and 'look at me', each movement choreographed,
Idiosyncratic her beachwear apparel, make up expertly graphed.
Distant and aloof her womanly wiles, pouting lips slightly parted,
.....as she bent over to pick up her bag, the heavenly vision farted!
I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment
The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness
Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to intercept steps
At the dawn of abundance
I see only
bones of ghosts
Whose meager admonishment
I forgot to unlearn
Unredeemed
And unrepentant
I am in love
With loneliness.
9/20/19
Around the feeder
the hummingbirds are dancing.
Naturally, they are just flying and feeding,
just surviving, they dart and hover,
none need to dance
even though this non-choreographed
syncopated air-skimming
looks like a dance to slower eyes.
They drive each other away from the nectar,
even bumblebees, they must feed,
for tomorrow they go to Mexico
and only the strong will make it.
The most nimble eventually
dancing with death all the way.