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Category Archives: Dance
Freedom [Free Verse]
Everyone loves an impassioned dance --
Not merely for its grace & athleticism --
But, also, because it's emblematic
Of being free -- truly free.
If features the two essential levels
Of freedom:
Freedom from without -- one's body
Being unrestricted and untethered.
&
Freedom from within -- one's mind
Being unfettered by self-consciousness.
Unbound and not weighed down by thought...
That is Freedom.
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Under a Cloud [Lyric Poem]
To be under a cloud
Is not so sad a thing;
If you can love the rain,
And you can dance and sing.
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PROMPT: Unplug
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How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
When my body says to move, I move. I dance like a puppet on its string.
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PROMPT: Live Performance
What was the last live performance you saw?
Belly dancers doing a series of experimental pieces fusing modern dance with multiple forms of traditional belly dance.
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Dancing Through the Graveyard [Common Meter]
When you're dancing through the graveyard
you'll get some angry stares.
They'll call you "disrespectful cad"
for failing to show care.
To be carefree won't offend ghosts;
they'll wish they'd done the same.
But mourners act as if, for Death,
you are the one to blame.
Why should one hold the dance within,
when it longs to be out?
Why should expressing such pure glee
be cause to point and shout?
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Last Dance [Octave]
I'm wired and amped; my feet know the last dance. What's a poor old end-run death dog to do But surrender to music's honeyed trance, Waltzing to it like dreams that seem cuckoo? But nothing 's crazy at last dance juncture -- Just before the call for all to get lost: When sanity stretches but won't rupture, And one can see crystalizing hoarfrost.
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DAILY PHOTO: Desert Dancer, Dubai [UAE]
Good Neighbors [Common Meter]
In caverns below the city lives a beast, reviled. It's fierce and ancient and patient -n- won't come up unless riled. When you read of disappearance: kidnapped or ran away? It might be neither one, rather, it's breached the light of day. So, if this beast is not one you wish to look in the face, When you take to song and dance: don't stomp or over-Bass!
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The Marigold Dance: or, Party Pivot [Sonnet]
The dance they did amid the marigolds was such a captivating sight to see. It made a storied world of the household, and it filled hearts and minds with quiet glee. Their bodies glistening, naked and wild. They stomped in muddy soil with grubby feet, and hearts did sing as childlike souls did smile, and all dancers hinged and moved like athletes. But with an ankle twist, the party lulled - one dancer fallen from the frenzied horde. The momentum was lost, and minds were dulled, and musicians played only some sour chords. The flower petals all began to wilt and dancers wandered home in shame and guilt.
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