Dance Poems
An Olive Fire
by Robert William Service
An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
They flirt and frolic, twist and twine,
The brassy fire-irons wink and shine. . . .
Leap gold, you flamelets! Laugh and sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.
An olive fire's a household shrine:
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Custer
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
BOOK FIRST.
I.
ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.
Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy
To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave
As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave.
Sing of that noble soldier, nobler man,
Dear to the heart of each American.
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The Cremation Of Sam Mcgee
by Robert William Service
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
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Conroy's Gap
by Banjo Paterson
This was the way of it, don't you know --
Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep,
And never a trooper, high or low,
Could find him -- catch a weasel asleep!
Till Trooper Scott, from the Stockman's Ford --
A bushman, too, as I've heard them tell --
Chanced to find him drunk as a lord
Round at the Shadow of Death Hotel.
D'you know the place? It's a wayside inn,
A low grog-shanty -- a bushman trap,
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The Maori's Wool
by Banjo Paterson
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known;
Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone;
They went to war and fought like fiends, and when the war was done
They pacified their conquered foes by eating every one.
But now-a-days about the pahs in idleness they lurk,
Prepared to smoke or drink or talk -- or anything but work.
The richest tribe in all the North in sheep and horse and cow,
Were those who led their simple lives at Rooti-iti-au.
'Twas down to town at Wellington a noble Maori came,
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Dansende Schoonheid
by Mario Odekerken
Dansende schoonheid,
een glimp van licht
in een kamer vol stilte.
Haar bewegingen
spreken zonder woorden,
zacht als de wind
over vergeten velden.
Elke draai
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waiting : open form poetry
by Ghairo Daniels
w. a. i. t. i. n. g.
nights diss ~~
OLve
days
s l u m B er
2 wake
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Haiku 9 : Shaped : Bones
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : bones
calcium dance shape
between stars of wisdom high
showering marrow
hiku
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cal
=Ci Um=
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a dance between skies
by Rikske Kessner
Something unseen lingers above,
casting veils over the paths we tread.
Each fleeting breath connects us —
to the floating skies beyond,
to whispers weaving within.
Between beginnings and endings,
the now unfolds, echoing softly.
Each dawn opens like a wandering tide,
carrying fragments of yesterdays,
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haiku : hiku 11 : bones
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : bones
calcium dance shape
between stars of wisdom high
showering marrow
hiku
———
cal
=Ci Um=
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Kathleen Jessie Raine (5 poems about Dance)
Kathleen Raine] (14 June 1908 – 6 July 2003 / London / England -
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