Short Choreographer Poems

Fluorescent signs shout
     "Liquor" and "XXX,"
cardboard boxes
     hold the land hostage,
pushers and prostitutes
     pirouette
with survival
     their only choreographer....

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Dances with much authentic
Attitude at all times. A 
Nice and creative choreographer,
In the making. You are great and, 
Esteemed.  I want to,
Let you know that you are a,
Loving individual and, 
A unique caring princess....

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My cool unseen choreographer  
I bow and sway to your directions. 
O sonorous wind friend of willows
In your moments of frenzy and calm
I like a tree move to your whim -
Plucked like strings under a maestro’s finger
I quiver, become taut again, waiting 
To hear you whisper 'dance with me again'....

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I am a sucker for musicals
A vexation for I neither sing or dance well.
They are my favorite form of entertainment
Possibly because I also cannot
play the flute, piano, saxophone
or be a conductor or a choreographer
Musicals or uplifting and delightful tome
in spite of my obvious limitations...

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She Dances

   ‘ She dances, she glances
     Beyond her shoulder
      She peers
     Looking back
     Her beautiful smile
     She poses in the mirror.’

     She prances, balances
     Backward and forward.
      She cheers
      Steps tip toe.
      Her charming dimple !
      Simple choreographer....

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Pied piper Spider Spidy web poet of Lill
                        Jabbed by muse Arachne she got dressed to kill
                                   She met her hubby Punisluffer
                                    An web ballet choreographer
                        In fret and flirt she chomped his heart-a lovechill...

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Pennants' edges curling up, peeling away from fading walls--
Lions listless, languid, lost ~ Tigers timid, tame, tepid--
Floorboards waxed like glass, nothing strewn, no disarray, no chunks
  of petrified food accusing.

The Choreographer of clutter
The Enabler of entropy
The Maestro of mountainous messes
The Fife and Drumbeat of detritus
  has moved on...

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She was imaginative, artistic and clever.
An inspired visionary who never said never.
A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too.
Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue.

We knew with these talents she would go far.
But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar.
Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such.
Her life was simple and joyless after that; we did not see her much....

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The bald mannequin, stands
undraped, without genitalia
moving the lips.

The choreographer walks in 
caressing the knobs
to open the invisible door.

There would be knife between the teeth
and dance in the flames
to lift up the veil,

to kill the sorrow and pain.
A spill from the eyes becomes
red. The whispers

will decide the prices.
Glass case will never be empty.
Sweet show will continue.						


SATISH VERMA...

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In this moment,  the present here and now
Close to you in my hour of prayer
Oh! how I feel the flowing of power

In the here and now, thank you for care
Your glorious care, power, love, Father
You are gentle spirit everywhere

You are the great loving choreographer
Of lives working everything for good
The greatest spirit that is our coacher

Thank you loving Father for Son who stood
In my stead, bled and was nailed on my wood...

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Today is a fresh start
Does not matter what happened up until now
We can have a redo
Do not look back.
This is not a do-over or a rewind.

Today is a new beginning
We can write a new chapter
Paint a mural
Choreographer a new dance.
An opportunity to revitalize yourself.

Today is a gift
God has given to us
It is the first time 
And the last time
We will ever see this day
Enjoy it to the utmost – play, sing, laugh, twirl with joy!...

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Lets Minichu On Dreams Poetry Contest
11/11/23       Mohan Chutani 


Dance, dance, dance little girl!
A dancer, a choreographer were my dreams.
I twirled, whirled.
Married too young.
Worked, worked and worked, down were my dreams.
They flung.
Dance, swing
in my bloodstream.
Zing!
Dance, dance, dance little girl!
Worked, worked and worked, down were my dreams.
Zing!

...

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What are we but dancers of the cosmic order,

Obliged to dance our life away,

To dance our death away? 


Few steps we may learn at times 

As we advance in age

But

We have never enough time 

Our dancing to improve,
 
Let alone to perfect it.


For


The choreography is infinite 

And we, alas, so temporal 

While

The heavens' choreographer is so 

Demanding!














© Demetrios Trifiatis
        11 July 2017...

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Our planet spins on its tilted axis
At a speed of around a thousand
Miles per hour,
Whilst also rotating around the sun
At a speed of sixty-seven-thousand
Miles per hour,
Could all of this be controlled by an
Omnipotent power?

We live in a universe that 
Is constantly changing,
Creating, destroying
And continually rearranging,
We live in a world that has more
Questions than answers,
Could there be an
Omnipotent choreographer,
And we’re merely the dancers?...

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