Dance Poems
The Sunlight On The Garden
by Louis Macneice
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
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Everybody Is Doing It
by Benjamin Zephaniah
In Hawaii they Hula
They Tango in Argentina
They Reggae in Jamaica
And they Rumba down in Cuba,
In Trinidad and Tobago
They do the Calypso
And in Spain the Spanish
They really do Flamenco.
In the Punjab they Bhangra
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The Wash
by Sarah Getty
A round white troll with a black, greasy
heart shuddered and hummed "Diogenes,
Diogenes," while it sloshed the wash.
It stayed in the basement, a cave-dank
place I could only like on Mondays,
helping mother.My job was stirring
the rinse.The troll hummed.Its wringer stuck
out each piece of laundry like a tongue--
socks, aprons, Daddy's shirts, my brother's
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Daddy Fell Into The Pond.
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,
THEN
Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
'Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
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Sun
by Michael Palmer
Write this. We have burned all their villages
Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them
Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress
Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X
In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes,
secrets beyond the boundaries of speech
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Slow Dancers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In shadows of blue
clouds slow dance across the skies
Tender sunlight dream
follows mute, chronic drifters
round and round the blooming world
O'er shady forests
desert flowers and green seas
blithe homes and fast cars
Greeting fields of lavender
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Dragonfly Storm
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
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Dreamy Summer Night
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dancing in the dark
amidst lilac fragrances
No moon can be seen
deep in shadowy summer
at the edge of woods so green
Mysterious dream
so thrilling and romantic
Night birds are warbling
as warm breezes are blowing
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Shadow Waltz
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Born in brilliant rose dawn, when dreams were still possible,
I'm a silent ebony shadow, who has never felt the fiery sun.
In cool, dark regions I live, where colors have come undone.
Yet, in this world of dazzle, it is I who ofttimes feels invisible.
But I am all that it is, waltzing on the far side of gold beams,
Until the time of my cheerful undoing, in the rich noon hour!
Then flower scents whirl, as my creator flourishes his power,
Before mellowed afternoon, when he lets me reign supreme!
Dance of the Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Wild, red roses undulate, in the windswept way,
Purple peonies flutter, along the breeze highway,
Blue and pink daisies waltz, in pathways of sun,
Delicate lilies waver, in gentle cream commotion.
Green grasses ripple, going to hued sunset end,
And orange begonias quiver, in a gold weekend,
Black and red irises shake, under bluest of blue,
As peach dahlias quake, on lanes fresh and new.
