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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
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I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
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In Hawaii they Hula
They Tango in Argentina
They Reggae in Jamaica
And they Rumba down in Cuba,
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
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When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
- -when I give colored toys to you, my child.
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With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;
Lord Death has found her sweet.
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Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.
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Then Almitra spoke again and said, 'And what of Marriage, master? '
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
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Dance, dance!
With the muse of Africa;
Tap, tap!
With the rhythm of Africa;
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You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
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Poems without readers
Are like lonely wallflowers
On the wide dance floor.
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But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe:
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I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon,
On Etheline calling and calling!
One said: "She will hear you and come to you soon,
When the coolness, my brother, is falling."
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Dance little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go;
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Poets Dance in the heart of rhythms
Discussion spoken in the pen
Energy being tampered with in the music
Limitations rarely occur in audio-silence
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A little black thing in the snow,
Crying 'weep! weep! ' in notes of woe!
'Where are thy father and mother? Say! '-
'They are both gone up to the church to pray.
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The flowers bloom all days and nights long
Spread sense enchanting sweet perfumes,
The butterflies fly on their colorful wings
And sit on the petals to suck secretions;
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Day light comes walking on by singing songs as it glides about the way the world should be instead of what we keep toying around with and breaking.
Daylight moves between the clouds, spinning sunlight light into a cross body then full turn brilliant rays...
Home for a few brief hours between shifts in a world that offers little, I take off my shoes and go back, back in my mind to Africa, past the lashings and the
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The meloncholy melody of the dancing fool, takes his steps aloof upon the circle in which he draws with his dancing feet in the dust of all that he has wrought with a captivated mind and a foolish grin, with lust and ador he twirls and spins, upon the ground and through the winds, of the ever shifting tides of fate, through which in his mindless foolish gate, he proceeds to dance wittingly upon the path, with a laugh that beckons the wise to join in and dance, as he twirls and spins, in a never ending dance upon the dust, in his foolish passion and his whimsical lust, ever robust, he is a creature of folly, a misfit a fool, a hypocrite a false prophet, he is the gazer, the wonderer, the meizer, he jests, he does not simply call to the noble and the wise, he welcomes them as guests, as he dances and prances about in glee, laying his many crowns down before the many, that they may pick and choose which one to wear, for he is but a fool, yet he is always fair, he runs and jumps in his dance so proud, he cackles and jokes, with laughter loud, as he dances in the dust in a circle upon the ground, who can truly judge, the mystery of a meiseure, with a fools heart profound, and as he steps lightly with baffled grace in the face of those who would know their place, he dances with flourish, a frenzy of art, his foolish grin leading the way, for his whimsical heart, as the fool he plays his part, singing like a lark, and all are baffled and bemused, some ignorant, some arrogant, some confused, and the fool just smiles it all away, as he casts his lot with the tides of fate, and walks in the dust upon his destiny, bemused, bewildered by the dance of destinies tune, and as he stumbles in jest, and catches the crowd, he bows to the applause of a silent crowd, and the standing ovation is one of deep profusion, harkened to the depth of the fools illusion, as with a silly grin he twirls and spins, in a foolish dance, in the dust, his robust steps a folly of love, and the meisurely fool knows no bounds, as he is confounded and surrounded, by the sights and the sounds, of a world lost on his charm, though surely with a smile he can disarm, the pride and prejudice of the crowd. Such is the delight, the delicate dance of the fool. With a fools smile, a fools laugh, a fools rules. For the fools pockets are for the rare of heart, the fools gold, cherished by those of kindred spirit, who hail, the meisurely dancing jester as a king, for he is the mystery of the fool. And in his humble heart, truth rings, as the melancholy melody, of the dancing fool
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As we dance the dance of life…as with each new day all the world's dancers are convening…have you ever wondered what it is…that gives our dance its meaning?
I've had the good fortune to dance in many places and although I've never been to France…I'm pretty sure the meaning of the dance isn't found in where I dance.
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Some dance for reality
Some dance for fun
Some dance for or with a friend
Some dance with everyone
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Dance dance dance men dance,
Dance with air and water dance.
Dance dance dance men dance,
Dance with the earth and the moon dance.
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Music makes many shake head, hands, legs and body to dance in fun or joy;
Even melodious song makes to shake gently as if accepting the theme well;
But dance is simply to say is shaking of whole body according to music and song;
Dance certainly gives a sense of relief from tension ridden world we are living in!
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Vanilla Coke & Pick 'n' Mix
Show me one of those magic tricks
Then I'll take you right by the hips
And dance, & dance, & dance 'til the mourning comes!
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Fling-swing!
At every turn
Earthlings dance frug
with frog jumps, step taps in Irish,
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Mohiniattam -
The dance of the enchantress
The dance of God's own country,
The dance of the palm fringed back waters,
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