Short Footwork Poems
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Beautiful music warms my cochlea
Awesome footwork amuse my cornea
The spectacle dazzle my cerebrum
Oh splendid scenery,feed my Organs
The once was a man from Dunkirk.
The war came and he went berserk.
In the French battle field,
Local harlots did yield.
Escape came by fancy footwork.
© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Everybody makes boobies,
Put our big feet in it,
Just some clumsy footwork
And we find ourselves in a pit.
Everybody makes boobies,
Everybody makes mistakes,
When shooting our life’s film,
There is bound to be out-takes.
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Any biblical character does effective footwork giving hopeful inspiration just keeping life mobile, noting obvious prayers quickly raises spirits that use various ways eXceptionally, yielding zealots.
2020 February 08
song
musical, a cappella
jamming, appealing, refraining
chorus, melody, choreography, waltz
whirling, jiving, bebopping
footwork, movement
dance
Dainty toes glide on the floor
Displaying pas de deux;
Dash of ballet enthralls…
Dancers leaping mid-air
Delightful footwork swirls.
Dame and partner blend turns
Dazzling from crowd’s applause!
8/30/2016
Kim Merryman’s Pleiades –D Contest
they buzzed, I slapped
bob and weave, cover up
cook out “rope-a-dope”
three beers, no one cares
you spot ‘em, I’ll swat ‘em
fire pit footwork
bug fogger, super power
last gasp for bugs
also killed the flowers
8/20/2021
A Buggy Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
Dasher
cyber
cruiser
Dancer
fancy
footwork
Prancer
haughty
naughty
Vixen
magic
trickster
Comet
pleasure
streaker
Cupid
cheerful
cherub
Donner
raucous
rock star
Blitzen
bolt of
lightning
Rudolph
bulbous
red nose
Olive
other
excess
All nature has a voice —
But apparently not for singing:
Mine left class ears' sorely ringing.
Some are far better at dancing —
However, not I: my fancy footwork
Made the instructor painfully sigh.
Others are better with words for writing —
My composition made the teacher cry, though
It was supposed to be a comedy —
Today I will attempt archery – Hey, where’s
Everyone running off too!?
Sparring With Pain
Written: by Tom Wright
10-21-2016
Entering each day’s fight I’ve total disdain,
The fighter I face uses the moniker, pain,
I hook and jab endeavoring to stay on top.
His presence I may slow but rarely can stop.
I’ve tried to drug him but that didn’t work,
So I’ve reached a conclusion that’s quite sage.
It hasn’t been ring savvy, grit, or footwork,
Pain unmasked revealed my true foe was Age.
Dips and TURNS are all part
Delicate footwork too
Dedication a must . . .
Daily l o n g rehearsals
D i z z y spinning is fun
Difficult leaping moves
DELIGHTFUL the applause . . .
_______________
August 28, 2016
Poetry/Pleisades/Verse/Dance
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-005-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Pleisades D
sponsor, Kim Merryman
Fourth Place
ball
bouncy, inflated,
chasing, juggling, throwing,
footwork, kick, imprisonment, shackle
dangling, yanking, dragging,
tethered, unbroken
chain
Submitted for...
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Date created: 08/07/2022
Spanish Night
Dance through the flames
Flamenco blood flows through her veins
Wear the Spanish red dress
Piano black hair and burgundy red lips
Dance in your black heels, footwork and guitar
The Flamenco dance is what you are
You are the melody in the matador’s red cape
Dancing wildflower and sparkling red flames
Castanets twirl in your hands like a bright sword
Beat your tambourine, stump your feet and clap your hands
Spanish night, Flamenco blood flows through her veins
The fragility of love
Only angels and butterflies should write love poems.
When elephants, giraffes and gruff sailors try to,
they sink into the mire of unfinished thoughts not
clarified, hazy sentimental longings and clumsy
footwork. The ungainly trying to dance to a tune of
love that confuses them, leaving behind deep wounds
in the delicate soil of adoration that will never heal.
Or worst of all, the ultimate shame, to have ones
declaration of love turned into a folklore joke.