Tutus Poems | Examples

Pink Flamingo

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 plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below, 
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint

Come in to the Coil

     On spewing wave, our departing ride
     Crazed currents crack, an azure slide
     Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe
     Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve
     Estuary entry rests, rushing ruthless 
     Canoe oar dip downtempo soothe us


     Convulsing closing, seen from stern
     To mayhem mouth we shan’t return 
     Silver silt filters salt, lake lap littoral
     Ranges ahead etch graduating blues
     Drift beside reeds, bird pews hymnal 


     Harp strum seraphim strike chords
     Nacreous nematodes writhe towards 
     Tiny sun centre lace tutus feverfew 
     Pirouette pirogue wet on dawn dew 


     Papery apron snapdragon bonnets 
     Bloom ten a stem syllable sonnets
     Cut log capsule covets its heritage

     Forested foothills fix ship wreckage
     Fir hands welcome hung hammock 

     Cosy ocean recoil, mountains titanic 

    

 
         Sixth of November 
            - upstream -

You Twins Have Never Looked Better

You twins have never looked better, said with contention.
Fred and Ted, dressed in tutus, trying for attention.
Their mother was the only one slightly a teensy bit amused.
Their homophobic father exploded, setting off his brain fuse.

Watching the Dance

The dancers ranged from tiny tots
In tutus meant for twirls
To those performing hip hop moves
Designed for older girls.

There also were performances
In modern dance and jazz,
With everybody showing off
Their talent and pizzazz.

We watched the whole two hour show
And clapped for each routine,
But saved our cheering for the times
Our granddaughter was seen.

She nailed her hip hop attitude,
Her ponytail a’sway
And sparkled in the jazz part,
Smiles and sequins on display.

How special to experience
A showing that reveals
All the pride in an accomplishment
And joy a grandchild feels.

The Dancer

Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight
Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in front of the East window
welling in her stiff knees

Pressed roses tumble out of scrapbooks and fall around her feet
Those supple feet with the developed arches and pointed toes
Who quiver when Chopin plays on classical radio

Chopin…all those days in the studio with the accompanying pianist playing Chopin
At the barre…on the floor… before the long mirrors that reflected every nuance
She sees herself now in the mind’s Polaroid 

The backdrop of a room stuffed with ballet programs, photographs of performances, newspaper reviews, pointe shoes, and Romantic  tutus…Memorabilia of another life…lost in the brume of aging…alone…without applause

Sitting by the East window until the sun moves westward
When she struggles to take a bow
And the curtains close against the dark

Winter Magic

Swirling snowflakes are such a beautiful sight
Like ballerinas wearing filigree tutus of frosty white

Once naked tree branches now laden with snow
Children make snow angels, happy faces are aglow

A huge snowman is built I hear whoops of delight
As snow is gathered up for a fun snowball fight

I dress up so warmly with my hat, scarf, and gloves
Gazing at twirling snowflakes, which everyone loves

Pink Tutus In My Garden

ballerinas wearing inverted tutus
dancing through my garden
enticing wasps and bees
their pinkness gives the garden a bit of bush
they are dainty as lipstick on a china doll

Happy Day At Squirrel Ballet

happy day
squirrel ballet
tutus a twirl
laced slippers awhirl

recital galore
never a bore
fluffy tails spinning
prima donnas are winning

happy day happy day
loving this squirrel ballet

Frivolity, Performance

There’s an air of excitement
Amongst most cultured of Spain
Centred around a little hamlet
On the Andalusian Plain.
They are arriving by the plane load,
Helicopter,  and even limousine 
For the opening performance of
An event never ever before seen.
It’d the Ballerina, late of Barnsley
And her dance partner the Toreador
Who, after months of rehearsal
Are now ready to take the floor.
Every seat has been pre-sold,
Every planned performance full,
For the much awaited Ballet  
Sugar Plum Fairy Meets the  Bull
The costumes are a mixture 
Of Tutus and Suits of Light,
The music is traditional except
During the Finale  Bull Fight,
When the orchestra fades down
As though heard from afar
To be quickly replaced by 
Massed Flamenco guitar.
The reviews have been amazing
From the international press
Invited to a short preview
In full costume and dress.
Charles the Third and His Consort
Have just entered through the doors,
We leave as the curtain  rises to
Thunderous, rapturous applause.

Ballerina Bunnies

The ballerina bunnies should be here at three if you please. 
They pirouette and courtesy in their ballet shoes, light as a breeze!
The garden was waiting with tulips ready to give them a wink.
The ballerina bunnies arrived wearing tutus in yellow, lavender and pink.

They are the best! The zinnias giggled with excitement and delight.
There was a garter snake, but it did not give them a fright.
They danced with the roses, the lilies, the violets and tulips so bright.
They gave us all a preview of how Easter dances can be airy and light!

Poems Are

our thoughts
in tutus 
the page their stage

11/5/2021

Tippy Toes - Nursery Rhyme

Tippy Toes - Nursery Rhyme
There's a cute little fairy named Tippy-Toes
That's because she dances wherever she goes 
A ballerina she'll be, it's seen clearly 
How I wish Tippy-Toes was the real me.

I would love to have wings same as Tippy does
A glittery wand that sprinkles fairy dust
To wear her pink, shiny, satin ballet shoes 
And appear wearing her elegant tutus.

I'd fly through the air to wherever I pleased 
Then I'd dance on the streets with my expertise 
Making all my wishes and my hopes come true
Tippy-Toes in my dreams I truly am you.
8th March 2021

Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper

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Contemporary Prance - Bawdy Warning

My friends took me down to Broadway
To watch a newfangled ballet
T'was called the Buttcracker
And not the Nutcracker
The title was apt I can say

Some dancers were dressed in tutus
Bulges in their tights gave us clues
All the dancers were male
My friends face turned quite pale
Next time we should read the reviews!

02/08/21

The Squigglehawk Ball

I had the craziest time at the Squigglehawk ball
all the Frazzlefairies were bouncing off the wall,
Jellyfunts were swinging their enormous trunks
as they boogied away with pongalicious skunks

Young Squigglehawks gyrated in the balmy air
wearing pink tutus but their fannies were bare
Their antics created a humderendous kerfuffle
Pa panwongled them all with his wangabuffle!

When their Ma vamished some rainbow gowns
the youngsters claimed they looked like clowns
But they adored their lush spinklerly violet wings
and pogo-loged as if their legs were on springs

Ma Squigglehawk put on a spingle spangle spread
with chumley corn spears and warm glitterpuff bread
Pa Squigglehawk  had brewed some honeydew wine
it sparkled like silver moondust and tasted so divine! 

I flange wanged in the arms of a fit frazzlefairy
but we had to part when the bong went hairy
The next Squigglehawk ball is Saturday at eight
I can’t wait to wange with my frazzlefairy date 

Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Choice 1:  Craziest Time At  .......

Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

179 Words

07/27/20

Blowing In the Wind

Nature- 
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous."  Aristole


I watch them rise on a warm zephyr breeze
like pirouetting ballerinas
spinning and twirling in mid air
in white gossamer tutus. 
Small dandelion clocks
are parachuting
onto the ground -
nature’s way
to spread
seeds


05/21/20

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