Dance Simile Poems

The sea stretches across a vast expanse
Blue and white, do the waves prance 
As a boat struggles to stay afloat
When the waves draw themselves to...

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Guess What? Let us have a little talk
Take a walk and know the winter thoughts
 There is some time left to feel
the sweet essence of...

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A Smile 
I take pride on that one
 Slowly, slowly when who won
Dance on face for a moment
 Fade away like a truant 
Shine out...

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In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air, 
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy, 
unfurling with the touch...

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Poet Identity

In conversations,
In biographies,
In resumes…all poets are writers,
    but not all writers are poets.
On a careful look into the mirror, when not...

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I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know...

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My poems are ghost-written.
I scarcely identify the visitants
Mingling with heedless shadows.

Poltergeists outfit my words.
Though we converse,
I hardly know them,
And seldom fathom
Their prophecies.

My poems hemorrhage
In convulsive...

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assiduous
spiritual voices
whisper veracious words:
faith tested
is faith strengthen…
firmed like tested muscles…
flexing mind
expands and joyful spirits
dance as mental quills
ink blood of truths…
hemorrhaging
melodic metered sounds
flowing freely from 
the...

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Here is the face that your mind holds onto. 
There is the place that your soul belongs to.

Created in dreams
		where doors and windows melt,
conceived in...

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Eyelashes 
  Batting in bashful style 
    Like the dance of weeping willow leaves

Sculpted nose 
  Crafted in perfection 
...

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Like fools for love, I am a fool for God;
     like a whirling dervish, I'll dance for Him;
and count myself a...

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I draw daydreams devoid of grammar.
Jumble memories with synonyms.
Cook laughter with adjectives.
Flirt with rhymings.
Drool over oxymorons.

My masterpiece is not just another
crushed paper.
Or left stale at...

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Chips and Salsa (22 Feb 2019)

Life could be better, but easily worse.
Sometimes I feel blessed, other times cursed.
As I get older, I look back and...

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the ballroom dancers
                     pirouette like...

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In your overall, dynamism,

it swept through you as you spelled the words in mind-

every other vowel spewed something wise,

nothing trans-morphed so you tried,

and again saw...

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