Tap Poems - Poems about Tap

Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all the carotenoid pigments feasted on algae and crustaceans An elongated neck spirals and filters such sensations Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi, bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg, A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’ Statuesque stillness in shallow water Rosette feathers flair flamboyance Passionate...

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Picture a room with a mirror-type wall And two dozen women, with tap shoes on all. In front is the teacher, who’s showing the moves As all of the dancers get into their grooves. Listen as taps rat-a-tat on the floor, Increasing in tempo and hard to ignore. In back are the newbies or those a bit shy, All doing their best...

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Lost dexterity since fingers tap away at qwerty keyboard... since being a student in grade, junior and high school analogous to geometry proof how lack of use proves quite aware that finger muscles atrophied veering off on a tangent referencing contra dance moves starting with hands for four and ones (the couple closest to the stage) cross over, whereat...

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grey clouds foreshadow blue rain tap dancing on roof Sweet symphony song...

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The tap and the sink had a brawl (the pair being stuck to the wall) the cold tap smashed the sink with a crash and a plink; serenely watched by the pee stall. Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain, (who held up the sink with a strain.) Dear sink is in pieces; her value decreases; she once was so smart and urbane!...

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You’re so much artificial fur. You, little bear, do not communicate, not a word, not a single utterance. Yet I speak to you, tap your nose, pat your head - gently, of course. I call you Mr Titch - yes, a name! You have been at table with me, sitting in a bar, I with others. Should I have said we? Yes, we were...

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In a moment’s awareness, You gently stepped. Held my hand, held my breath--- I took to resolve to dance with You, In silence tap territories anew. A galaxy of stars, passed the Milky Way You held my hands as we sway. My being no longer belongs to me. You being in control, I cease to be. As my eyes nestle in dreams, You swing...

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*So many feeling rocking my mind* *Words lurking on my lips with expressions i cant find.* *Who'd tell me how a fish got drowned in its own home* *Why hating on a man and bent on taking his breath* *Even if you choose the path of love, thats no guarantee you won't be hated* *Nothing as cruel...

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Push breathe I know it will hurt I am aware of the pain And I will be aware as they push lava in my veins I am an innocent man I am a man of no contest Though I cannot read the words of the paper you hand to me I can read the faces of this...

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Jeff’s dull life began to glow, His Jeff’s weight to around throw, Great winds telling when to blow; Tap asking to again flow… Wasted years in Canada And USA’s Nevada, Though, there, had driven Prada And chance had to love Sandra… He’d wanted to try Norway And Mum fought it with “No way?” You’d better in Warm zones stay And profit from Sunny Day… Some years in...

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Gratitude for running water on tap... and heat flowing with a snap After shaving and showering, yours truly feels winsome though morose seeing unwanted adipose "love handles" inflating mine abdomen and tum unanimously decided courtesy quorum losing washboard stomach finds me uncomfortably numb, which middle age paunch could never earn plaudits from Heidi Klum, no matter I would prefer thine homebody missus considerably more ho hum. The spate of power...

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With full apprecation of all thing concidered. In respect to all that are involved.. Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist. To grow from the seeds: which harvested shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for it's future. We those who see these things done, now look to create and establish this day, the means and ways to create. The creation of this...

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Ceiling above my skull beyond the clouds above the space and time as silk moire, wand of ivory, shadows of memories as God watches the cupboard, angels preparing breakfast for universal morning cherubs poke and squitter original English of young glutton | cap of moire, pecker ivory, gut strings of a guitar whose wardrobe projects a lovely tongue of pears she prepares her tap shoes for Malaguena and all the night's...

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syllable one two three tap tap tap clap clap clap sybil two tap tap clap clap sib one tap clap...

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Drowning in whisky, drunkard of time Toasting the losers —dying unrhymed (McGarvey’s Saloon-Annapolis: June, 2022)...

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