Life is like a ballet performance -- danced only once.
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Primroses
They moved with grace
on a warm spring day;
the rhythm of nature
in a flowing ballet.
Side by side they moved
in a performance of mime,
until they touched
and became entwined.
A change of direction
by the southerly breeze
separated their stems
by kissing their leaves.
With blushed yellow petals
they recovered their pose
and one again danced
amongst the purple and the rose.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Prima Ballerina for M lady Ernestine
I was enchanted by her grace.
The way she moved so fluidly.
A member of the human race?
It seemed to me she could not be.
Yet there she was before my eyes.
A ballerina in her prime,
who has the power to hypnotise
To look away would be a crime.
This was her farewell performance.
She seemed to defy gravity.
I’ll never have another chance.
It was as if she danced for me.
It was the same for everyone.
She danced for them and them alone.
7-Nov-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I grew up in the theater and danced ballet atrociously.
quote by Maureen O'Hara
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The moment the curtain rose on that first ballet, I knew something wonderful and new had come into my life. I can still see the first scene. The ballet was Divertimento No. 15.
quote by Robert Caro
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The life of a dancer is tragically short. What is remarkable about the New York City Ballet is that it makes us forget that. Because it keeps the ballet alive.
quote by John Guare
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I Danced My Life Away
I saw the faces of the moon...
the yawns of the stars at night.
The moon is wilder every minute
as I danced my life away.
I saw the last rays of the fallen sun
dying into a dance...dying as they fade.
The rain dropped slowly and dreams gather
as I danced my life away.
I saw as days turn to empty nights...
the beauty of the water as it sparkles.
But i never saw you-
so I danced my life away.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Life can be so surreal
When he first clapped eyes on her
you could have heard the clapping
in the next ballroom.
Then his eyes danced.
They disengaged themselves gracefully
as from a group of friends,
cut and coiled their stalks
as if some umbilical cord,
and danced.
They danced at eye-height, which seemed
appropriate, considering;
you'd have thought they'd danced together
all their lives, they danced so well together.
They danced the quickstep first, then
the foxtrot; then a sparkling jive. At
the end, they bowed to her, respectfully,
yet in a way as if they knew the score,
had an eye or two to the future.
Then, quite simply, they returned,
picked up where they had left off.
No hint of what had gone on, except perhaps
a whiter shade of white around their irises,
and still clearly lit up from their first fill of her;
for she was, we all agreed, an eyeful.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I went away when I was 9 to a ballet school. I thought I wanted to be a dancer, but eight years of ballet cured me of that.
quote by Juliet Mills
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Black and White Ballet
In spring at midnight
I was walking along the shore.
A full moon glowed
on the black ocean
and rollicking whitecaps.
The ocean was full of sparkling diamonds--
a black and white ballet.
I thought:
What a magnificent performance!
poem by Catherine May Greensides
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We Never Danced
Between heaven and earth
Theres a ballroom floor
Where the couples glide
In the evermore.
Floating through the clouds
Dancing in the rain
Eyes that see no lies
Hearts that feel no pain.
Hope its not too late
We were more than friends
I can hardly wait
til we meet again.
If you dont really know
Where you want to go
It makes no difference
Which road you take.
Hope its not too late
We were more than friends
I can hardly wait
til we meet again.
We never danced
We never danced
We never danced the night away.
We never danced
We never danced
We never danced the night away.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Performance
We are all performers
on a daily stage,
each of us having a part
to play the best we can
from waking in the morning
to sleeping late at night.
Every performance
is watched from on high
and he sends us a message
when we get our performance wrong.
He tell us in his own way
how to mend the performance
that we gave,
then we go out and start
all over again,
only this time
to right the wrongs we made.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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One of the few things in dance to match the Royal Ballet's curtain calls is the Royal Ballet's dancing.
quote by Clive Barnes
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Tango
takes two to tango
takes one
to ballet
it may take three to boogie
five or four to do the twist
but let me tell you friend
i am classical and i like ballet most
specially the split.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shadow Dance
The shadows danced with the hazy smoke
Draped in the malodorous tobacco scent
Rippling the pallid beckon of the summer noon
The shadows danced and lightly rouse
Insurmountable motions of the colossus sea
And lingered with the auspicious truancy
The shadows danced with the svelte strokes
In the maladroit light-flushed and fueled-gush
Whining seep of a violent breath of life
The shadows danced with phantom swords
Scintillating sparks to flicker within the darkness
Slumbering in the corners of somnolent eyes
The shadows danced in the reveling noise
Where the sun never quells the thirsty rose
And never pours for the barren host
The shadows danced and tilted inertia
To greedily gather the myriad of porcelain jars
Brimming with dusts and scripts and stars
The shadows danced and I was enthused
To sway the steely legs gnarled in the silence
Of calculating the shadows rhythmic palpitations
poem by Norman Santos
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When She Tiptoed
when she tiptoed
she was inside her locked room
when she tiptoed and danced the ballet
she was inside her locked room & she closed all the windows
outside the world sees her as a limp
and she likes it that way
she is the princess of hypocrisy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Scottish Dance
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She then became my joy and pride
Then one-night she gave me Scottish ale
Then she became my Scottish bride
~We then danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we drank a little more~
She enjoyed to go out clubbing
Her family and mates I would meet
She was so exciting and loving
And when I grabbed her she said I was cheek...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She was also my Scottish bride
She fed me Scottish eggs and Haggis
I got so sick I thought I had nearly died.
~So we danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we ate a little more.~
She took me out dancing
Where I would meet her friends and mates
She would drink and dance all night long
How I wished to go back to the states...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She was also my Scottish wife
She told me she loved me with all of her heart
And together we would share the same life.
~So we danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we loved a little more~
I would take her out drinking
Every Friday and Saturday night
One thing she loved more than drinking or singing
My lassie she loved to argue and fight...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
But that was many years ago
I will always remember my Scottish Lassie
And the places that we use to go
~We would dance around the table
We would dance across the floor
We would dance and dance all night long
And then we would dance a little more~
Now I am alone and single
But her memories and thoughts I do keep
I remember the good-times and not the bad
So now I smile and I never weep
~So I dance around the table
I dance across the floor
I dance and dance all night long
And then I drink and dance a little more~
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Opera or Ballet
Oh joyous delight - finally reached the end of
my lovely Agreement, it should be an opera
sung to the music of Carmina Burana - if a
ballet, danced to the courtiers’ march in
Romeo and Juliet, the climax amazing
The tenant should fund the bill for drafting and
signing the serious contract, the self-satisfied
landlord can inspect and evict as he likes, the
effacing tenant had better beware - I see two
men in Victorian clothing - fencing
About the nefarious terms, no favours shall
nullify the terms by which the landlord can
pocket the deposit, any wrong step made
by the tenant shall render beneficial
occupation impossible - Should the
tenant improve the premises, no advantage
shall accrue to him, should the place burn
down - it will be seen as a scheme and he
shall be held responsible, the end to be
perfect - The angry tenant
shall kill the overbearing landlord with one
blow, then enjoy exercising his right to
beneficial occupation indefinitely - at
least, in the opera or ballet
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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We Danced On The Ceiling
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe)
Producer for bonnie: hugh murphy
**we danced on the ceiling
We danced on the wall
It gave me the feeling
That I wasnt there at all
We danced on the moonlight
We danced on the stars
Too early the daylight
Came liftin the mask
*oh I dont wanna let it end
I dont wanna say goodbye
I dont wanna let the only thing
We ever had expire
Wont you take me through the night
To that far and distant light
Wont you take me back to paradise again
***you took me to heaven
(oh) you took me from hell
We danced on the ceiling
Together we fell
*repeat
Wont you take me back to paradise again
**repeat
***repeat
*repeat
cause we danced on the ceiling
And we danced on the wall
It gave me the reeling
** * * i dont wanna let it end I dont wanna say goodbye
I dont wanna let the only thing
We ever had expire
We danced on the ceiling
We danced on the wall
****repeat and fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Written poetry is different. Best thing is to see it in performance first, then read it. Performance is more provocative.
quote by Adrian Mitchell
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Music, in performance, is a type of sculpture. The air in the performance is sculpted into something.
quote by Frank Zappa
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