Dance Watching Poems

The bird feeder is abuzz in May
Solo and duets all day
With the morning sun so gay
Birds painted with reds green 
And brown do have a...

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It's hard to put
yourself together.
Parts go missing
or simply don't fit
in the places where
you think they should.

You're never fully here, 
there's always a fragment
of yourself off...

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"A Whiskers Tale: Watching the Detectives"



Her whiskers tickle
when the lights go out
hormonal huntress 
on the prowl
Moonlight chasing 
itsy bitsies 
up the wall
a silent investigator 
tap...

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“Howdy Amos”, “Howdy Seth”, without a glance.
Amos t’aint much for words as he stares straight ahead
His gaze as straight as his furrows.
Amos is what you...

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Serenity doesn't commune with Mischief, 
For peace bears no stinging strings of violence;
Do not make PAWN of a chaste mind, 
For if you do:
Personally, a...

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For two hours the Amish noticed the funny fowl dance
Delighting that the rooster and guineas attacked the mirror
The Amish women laughed as they hung out...

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Oh how I do love November,
that magic month that outshines September,
where I look upon the face,
of the Twinkle Fairy in all her grace,
as she blesses...

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AWE
what A skye
how I wish I can note them all
this poem will be a record of sorts
to the dancing stars, not a metaphor, dancing!
I watched...

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Watching the shadow's dance
Upon the elder's fiery glow 
I begin the long and steady drumbeat
As curling tendrils of smoke begin to flow
As songs of the...

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Traveling through the Valley in my old car
Passing by the rubble that was Saint Ann's
Wondering what is happening to the valley
No more growth, I guess...

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Bright blossoms bloom
Glimpse glowing groom
Zesty zeal zooms


Sense something strange
Chance crafty change
Rich roomy range


Dance dreamy day
Wear witty ways
Pique primal play


Such simple stuff
Prize poignant puff
Etch ends enough


Watch...

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Shrub leaves lie curled in the dormant yard;
Trees shiver in their nakedness
As a crisp autumn wind exhales
Into the barren night sky.

On the corner of Walnut...

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Watching Shadows Shine

Listening to the shadows 
slipping softly in my room.
I can hear their laughter
as they drive away the gloom.

Shadows love the nighttime
and they are...

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Pulse of sure time
Fits awkward rhymes


Toil for sad spoils
To cream and boil


Sight gives a glimpse
Of surreal dreams


Just one more chance
Laugh, sing and dance


Sense vain desire
That...

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Colorful ribbons 
follow the woman’s movements. 
I can almost see
floating rainbows.

Pale beauties unfurl 
ivory hued fans.
I imagine
swan wings fluttering.


I chose both the ribbon dance and...

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