#ballerina
There must be something unseen
woven into your very being.
What else could explain
how, with so much weight,
you still move with such grace?
Like a weightless ballerina on her toes,
dancing across splintering boards,
running amok on the stage—
untouched, unbroken-
At peace
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Warmth of a rose ballerina
Salsa waves
That rather not fight
Feeling the luminous shore
Like jazz and songs
She doesnt mind
How clumsy one may be
They can appreciate her
moonlit grace
All the more
With love she caresses
Every season
Even March opens its drowsy gaze
To her Rose stars
Intimate and afar
Beauty that is what moves us
Rhythms like candles sweetly ablaze
Rain is reminiscent
Of her Beautys honey
Swaying
in the stillness and breeze
The fine wine ones are their own
canopy and vineyard
Feel the roses and sunflowers
Bloom in the irises of moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
Hey Madame Ballerina Queen,
Sway sway Sway
your Exotic Beauty for me
Ive been feeling a bit drowsy
with sweet dream
and long to be going Somewhere
Where your Sweet Beauty
and love shall be sweetly there,
Madame Ballerina your love
can take us there
where carefree exquisite flowers waltz
in the enchanted rain
Within the Luminous Moonlit vineyard
Madame Ballerina sway
your fine wine beauty for me
just for me and you
I'll follow you through the evening rain
Beyond all blue,
we dont even haveTo really say I love you We'll feel it deeply
With just a Sweet gaze
of our Souls kindred love
Sweet and deep within the gaze
And Within every champagne star
Tenderly ablaze
Madame Ballerina with the starry
Harmonica evenings I'll be loving
And following you,
Your exquisiteness dazzles me
Beyond diamonds and stars
And its always been you
My love longs to meet
Intimate and afar,
and I feel you can love me
Sweeter than anyone ever could,
So tousle the sweet honey gold
Of your tresses,
And sway with svelte shimmers
Your translucent hem like a wand,
Loosen our cares
and liberate
The loving butterflies and roses
Fluttering in your Sweet Soul
And Pretty Eyes
Hey my exotic darling
Madame Ballerina,
Share with me the dear honey
of your loving ways,
And the crecent grooves
of your hips
Has already begun to sweetly sway
Sweet sweet love for me and you,
Beyond all the exquisite rain and blue
Caress me within a loving voyage
Destination all the more loving
I havent had quite enough
of your Sweet sweet beauty
Madame Ballerina
With our loves sacred and honey waters
We'll make our senses all roses
And Sweet candle sighs
Sway your Love for me
And We'll journey like sunflowers
To Somewhere fine wine sweet
Im ready to heavenly sweetly drift
Into your exotic love parades,
The Rose moon for us Serenades
The vineyard shores and gardens
Shall be feeling a new manner
of sighing and loving
The sultry doves shall not be crying
The waves our loves moonlight
Like Sweet Salsa shall be riding
To Our Loves honey shore caresses
Ah, Madame Ballerina liberate
The sweet honey of your love
And its dresses
Caress me with all your Sweet loving
And Exquisite being
Madame Ballerina we'll be feeling
Candles and Chimes
Sweet within the Vineyards sublime
Away from the bustle of wistful sorrows
Yes yes and Yes is your Exotic sway
For the starry caress of Candle love
And Skies
Our love your beauty the sweeter bliss
Of fond tomorrows
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 6:31 AM UTC
Stretching out like a lion before a fight, dressing like Madonna before a flight.
The scene is filled with blurred out faces, using cigar filled spaces, with big fat snout that grin behind champagne cases. Using tux and hat to hide its hideous face.
The music starts, curtains drop, the dress is on, breath is held. The **** show is to start.
Stand up and start to spin.
Spin and twist like a quiz with questions of riches.
The growing snouts are getting greater as the ash trays are getting major.
The ace and break of broken pines and spine that been rearranged to fit the Madonnas dress.
The show must continue, continue to stand and twist and jump and smile like some sort of an idiot.
Stand at the tiptoes reaching for the gold above while the tips are dripping thru. The bleeding tips that keep painting the ceiling red are painting runes on the ceiling and floor like a sign for the sos.
The pigs are wheezing, the ash is in the air, the gold has fallen. Just the ash that builds up the throat, the only motivation that keeps the smile on and the floors glowing red. The curtain drops the wheezing stop. The floor is so close and the gold is so far. Bette luck next time is all I hear.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
dance to the song,
you beautiful ballerina
we are all watching
don't mess up
move your feet,
you beautiful ballerina
or we will attach the strings
to your useless little limbs... again
paint a smile on your face,
you ugly ballerina
if you smiled more
more people will like you
why did you eat that,
you fat ballerina?
you'll just gain more weight
you wont fit into your size -5 dress
you made a mistake,
you useless ballerina
maybe you should just go
nobody even wants to see your show.
Quit hoping for freedom,
You disaster of a ballerina
You are our marionette
We have full control
Stop lying,
You rat of a ballerina
We have never hurt you
We just discipline
Stop being dramatic,
You drama queen of a ballerina
You dance
You don't act
Stop moping,
You hideous ballerina
Just because he doesnt like you anymore
Doesnt mean you have a right to frown
Start smiling,
You sad ballerina
Nobody will like you
If you frown...
you deserve better,
you precious, imperfect, kind, sweet, beautiful, nice, wonderful, friendly, injured, hopeful ballerina.
leave this awful place.
you deserve so much better...
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 1:43 AM UTC
A well-known star who performed on stage
Was soon out-shined by the rest
But she couldn't become one of the common folk
She had to be the best
And in the day, she danced with them
And danced until the night
She would wait until everyone left the theatre
Then dance in her own spotlight
And as she danced from day to night
She wasn't the most elite
So she knew she had to do something bigger
So she wouldn't end in defeat
Even though the dancers did perfect arabesques
And chased after an impossible dream
When the night fell and the curtains closed
She lined the stage in gasoline
So when the sun rose, the dancers walked in
They screamed and knew they could never aspire
To the star on the blazing stage
Beautifully burning to death, surrounded by fire
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC
dance with daddy
wear your tutu
spin and twirl
hold his hand
arabesques
pirouette
into his arms
and heart
you’re his little
prima ballerina
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 10:41 PM UTC
She burst into a dance
A fiery splatter of sparks
From the tips of her toes
Rhythm and tune in her movements
She flew around the floor with smoothness
Her dress twirling with her like flames
Her arms flailing in calculated moves
Her hair a fierce fire cracking behind her
She closes her eyes and takes a leap
The air soars past her ears and
Her feet touch the ground with grace
~ 12/2/21
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 2:33 AM UTC
There’s a specific rhythm to dancing
which only a dancer knows.
The thrill of a strong jump,
or a good pointing of the toes.
A tap of pointe shoes on the floor
where usually sounds a thunk,
or the success of a hard spin
when you thought you’d run out of luck.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 3:52 AM UTC
little balerina
glides gracefully with ease
the soles of her feet bleed
but her smile aimed to please
little balerina
each twirl immortalized her
prancing around me like magic
everything she does is a blur
little balerina
i can see her smile wavering
as she dances with such splendour
around a truth she's been denying
little ballerina
such a beautiful form of art
but it's time she accepted now
an end that broke her heart
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
Dramatic faces and dancing clowns, who's next to make a frown.
Acrobatics and tiger tamers.
Creepy smiles, chills down your spine, oh look? there's Alice In Wonderland with her time rabbit friend. Creepy places, so eerie and dark, don't you want to come with me and see the other side of Circus Wonderland? where every creature comes to life. Even the unknown.
Their all wild, their running for their lives, going untamed but trying to tame.
Let's go to Circus Wonderland, where there's hot bags of crunchy popcorn bliss in the summer air.
Colorful lights, beaming sounds of fright.
Portals to unknown dimensions, where things we dream of come to life.
Come take a ride on the wild side darling, i promise you'll be alright.
Let's go to Circus Wonderland, where even the ballerina over the jewelry box dances under the diamond ring while the tamed lion jumps through the ring of fire.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
After lengthy days of torment and grief
Braving the cold, remained the last leaf
Feeling the slightest breeze
She slowly danced with grace and ease
Like a ballerina driven by the sound of her heartbeat
She made her final dance
And with her gorgeous golden autumn wings
She’s now ready for winter’s frigid embrace
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
Mr. Siri made Alexa log-in
through procedures
utterly flawless
making her whirl
an inch above the floor
by typing her identity code
accounting her effortless slip
with her ballerina poses
to connect to his system
with a unique set of
symbols, alphabets, and number.
Feelings in the cord,
as ease on fire,
byte by byte,
a soft glow, beeps
saying, “login wasn’t successful.”
to correct her attempt
she enters again
and gains access to
multiaccess applications.
©Feelings Coated
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:29 AM UTC
Forget your clean glass slippers
For this princess wears pink satin
In her long pink tutu,
Stepping to music in classic latin.
A woman's shoes are important
Walking in a straight line
Most just do not expect to bring
Bandaids when you walk in mine.
You think you have great balance
'till you're on your toes
Cause even when you walk in these
You must always keep your pose
But walking? No. Who does that!?
We twirl from right to left
Constantly feeling motion
'till we feel a threat of theft
So honey, you and your heels
In this competition will lost
For I am always dancing
In my own pointe shoes.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:34 AM UTC
She moved like water
Grace as it is in every curve
Boundless beauty laced in movement
Infinite flow compressed by subtlety
Her dance as seamless as wind
Perfection carved in every step
Flares of passionate glory fills her skin
Never rigid in her creativity
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
Take off your slippers
Girl
and
Dance
With your feet,
Your greatest weapon.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Everytime I see a ballerina
It sparks a sense of yearning within me
Yearning for something that shall never be mine
Dance moves I shall never learn
And I'd feel my heart weep
As it recalls the child who once asked her mother to be a ballerina
And her mother said no
A 'no' that gave me a weeping heart, and a murdered dream.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Their figures stiffened but not aching
Her fingers poised, as though gracing a hollowed egg
At great length, unyielding their preciously mastered positions
Like snowflakes in the bell jar of an icy tundra
Tickled pink by the fine point brush of her creator
She spins, embracing your gaze
Yet she is paralyzed
Her grace and strength bleed through the same wounds which rest, unhealed on the block of cedar which her weight dutifully suppresses as she suspends herself amidst the voluptuous starlit glittering illuminations
Their beating, breathing counterparts whose swiftness grants nostalgia to a world where clocks no longer resemble Dali's
But instead are made of gold
With hands spinning faster than you can see
Her feet daintily hault the gears of this robotic stimulus,
She becomes the mesmerization
Calling the onlooker like an herbivorous siren to a safe and warm pool of ablution
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
I hit play, Deng's's music was on repeat
The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes
Bouncing off everything into the street
Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes.
Kemah moved like a seductress in heat
Undulated her hips, moved to her feet
And she began to slow dance to the beat
Spinning like a flamingo on the street .
Deng nodded as she started to swing
There's really no dancer like Kemah
Her backside, rhythm, her everything
This was beyond contemporary Zomba .
I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat
Snapping my fingers, swaying at will
I just smiled and remained in my seat
But my old bones refused to sit still .
With Deng's latest hit song on repeat ,
Kemah's body swayed from place to place
Her entire soul intoned to his aesthetic beat
She was a temptress ,a girl with real grace .
Over where I sat in utter amazement
I felt humid looking at her silhouette
Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant
For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet .
Under the glow of the golden African sun
Her moves were flawless and unique
She danced like a young Doe on the run
Kemah was a star ,she was ballerina d'Afrique .
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC