Terpsichore Poems - Poems about Terpsichore

Terpsichore danced herself into people’s lives She sashayed her truth, acting like one of the guys The other muses were a bit afraid as she twirled. She pranced her truth, her ideas unfurled. Song followed her everywhere she went, she was a player. Melodies and music born inside her dendrite layer. The Greeks she inspired could not keep their feet quiet. They...

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Poor Priddy Prattle sitting on the stair. Who comes along but Fred Astaire. Stretch your limbs, relax and dance. Up, he implores, dance and prance. Poor Priddie Prattle had not a clue, stuck in her seat just like glue. Then came Twyla with whim and wit. Down beside her she did sit. Poor Priddie Prattle proffered a frown. She did not want to appear a clown. Tina slinked up with extended hand. “Dance my rockin’ and rollin’...

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Attune yourself to see the miracle of music. Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic. Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic! Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar. Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore! I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis. Whirl, twist, sway...

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dance, dance, dance! to the skies – to the seas – to your heart – to your hands – as if you were a butterfly, a falcon, a wind sprite as if you were made of water of flowing sleeves and golden bells, close your eyes and imagine as it sweeps you along gently close your eyes and imagine as it shimmers over you – like...

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Delightfully dancing delicate doppio, twirling the twisted turns. Staccato steps, softly sublime Reaching rich rapture. Pausing, pondering performance parameters Considering critical, controversial clash Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe Before breaking buoyant babble Wizen words, woefully wrapped, delivered. Deadening delirious delight. Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly....

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