Short Leotard Poems
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Wasn't that a day -
Peter and the Wolf
in the Bolshoi Ballet.
Yet, in that regard,
Peter - and a wolf
in a leotard?
the girl in the purple leotard
that everyone made fun of
until the accident
when they all went to the funeral
and pretended to cry
Form:
Superman was feeling mighty uptight
So he went out for a long midnight flight
Spotted two teens making love
Shut his eyes tight as a glove
But his blue leotard turned hard, alright
A lizard in a leotard,
a leopard in a froufrou,
strolled off together, arm in arm,
in search of Desmond Tutu.
They stopped to drop some laundry off
while walking through Ukraine;
got waylaid when they picked it up,
were never seen again.
Tasty food passes my lips
Fat begins to show
Settling on my bum and hips
I am feeling low
Heading out towards the gym
Exercising hard
Work out done – I look so slim
In my leotard!
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Not yet as graceful as the swan she shall be
but charming and delightful is Eloise to me.
Trying her best to stay en pointe on tiny toes,
focusing on pirouettes, she wiggles her nose.
Still a bit shy when she knows others are looking.
A few years more until The Royal Ballet's booking.
This petite ballerina twirls in circles all around
in her leotard and tutu or in her pink nightgown.
My little ballerina, She dances and spins with hands over her head,
With no leotard, no tutu, no hair ribbon, and no ballet slippers,
Beyond her shoulders, she peers, a beautiful lake under the mountains,
She dances with joy on the shores, with wind unfurling her hair,
No swans, no prince, no villains, no curses, just pure sweet innocence,
Looking back, she glances, she poses, in the mirror with her beautiful smile, a magical moment for me.
I know the five positions
(In ballet – don’t get all hot!)
Plus plie and pirouette
But all the rest I plum forgot.
I didn’t have a tutu
But a leotard? Perhaps.
My memory is dimming
And I’m left with just the scraps.
Most likely, I attended
Very briefly, very young,
So a few balletic moves
The only knowledge that has clung.
Was there really a Miss Ricky?
Guess there’s no way I could know
For my ballerina days were over
Many years ago.
As the crickets sing flooding, saturating my being__enveloped I am in sound and moist
air..In the sky ballet figure dances dressed in very tight white leotard bounding across
the stage, leaping into mid-air with a whole troop dressed in pink pastel costumes on
back of the stage..The music crescendos swellinng to the final jump then the sun's tip
comes up over the horizon..Life moves on and the day's work begins..Grateful I am for the
few minutes on the porch..
i wanted to be a slender dancer
a ballerina in the field of war
pink leotard and crinoline
to hide the tracks and scars
i wanted to be twirled around
i needed to be spun
to feel the warmth, the control of arms
because i didn't feel it in my own
i wanted to be tied with strings
with ribbons or masking tape
so when i grew weak
grew false
grew sad
i wouldn't fall apart
i wanted to be a dancer
to put a play on in your room
but now that i am crippled
i can never dance for you