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Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Dancer
by Michael R. Burch

You will never change;
you range,
investing passion in the night,
waltzing through
a blinding blue,
immaculate and fabled light.

Do not despair
or wonder where
the others of your race have fled.
They left you here
to gin and beer
and won't return till you are bled

of fantasy
and piety,
of brewing passion like champagne,
of storming through
without a clue,
but finding answers fall like rain.

They left.
You laughed,
but now you sigh
for ages,
stages
slipping by.

You pause;
applause
is all you hear.
You dance,
askance,
as drunkards cheer.

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Violet Smithe Mar 2020
Prep.
Weight on my back foot.
Leap.

The sound of the final chord rang out around me.

Silence.

All I could hear was silence.

As though the room was empty and I,
I was its only subject.

With a stillness in my heart I stood,
took my bow,
and left.
Aurora RW Jan 2020
The fog, she listens, she waits.
A spotlight glistens a spot on the pavement
She dances, alone, gracefully
As the rain claps around her
Brava, Brava
She twirls and spins
The moon peeks from behind tempered clouds
Catching a glimpse, of a girl among the fog
She is alive, this tiny dancer,
Not stopping, not even for a breath
The hope, joy, love
All around, beating like millions of drums
The heart of the dancer in the rain
—AuroraRW
Jake Welsh Nov 2019
zephyr passes over the shimmering abyss
plots formed from images vacated

it’s what i breathe!

things that flash through my mind:
contemplative lips of a forgotten dancer,
bangs brushed aside,
a glance over shoulder…

                      ~

a spider beckoned me,
to show me the mandala he calls home.
he took what looked to be a deep sigh, and said,

inside and out, we all have gifts
to be given, or shown, or flashed through thoughts.

i asked if he could give me a tour.
from "salve" 2019
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Angela Gregorio Sep 2019
A young girl dreamt of being a dancer
She is a wonderer of movement
A soloist of rhythm
A listener of tempo

She gracefully lands her toes
Swirls and twists to show
An expression of owe
For the gift from her soul

But there was a time she landed
A terrible fall she shouted
Her legs were shaking
Her feet was aching

She lost track of time
Every beat was denied
Tears were flowing in her eyes
She felt left, betrayed and lied

But she recalls her first few steps
To why she started to count from
5..6..7.. and 8
To up, down, leap and have faith

She stands up and tries
Wiped her tears and smile
Swings to the music and reach for the aisle
Bows down with shinning light

Applause is all she hears
Congratulatory cheers
She felt loved and peace
Whenever she moves her 2 left feet
Sara Kellie May 2019
Then comes the danger,
pretends it's a friend.
Infamous liars,
ultimate desires.
Intoxication
and the ******' rest.

Hours and hours
to be the best.
A balance to be re-dressed.
The best ******' dancer,
******' chancer.
Don't get ****** . .
. in
sin
sin
Good luck!

Kaydee.
Good luck fuckerssss
Ilonka Apr 2019
I am a good girl and I always have been
the perfect daughter, the faithful wife, the happy mother, the trusted friend,
something changed
I am tired of wearing these masks of a great fit,
I am tired to be what society taught me in decades of polished illusions
I wasted years in putting together a perfect puzzle that's not who I am
I want to be a jazz singer, a romantic poet, a badass dancer, a crazy lover...
One last mask I can try, that of a bad girl at night.
Do you agree?
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