At Way of Village
At Way of Village
At way of village
In harmony with tom-tom
The dancer dances
Putting on nose ring
Wearing anklet on leg
Lolita dances
Dance with word time
Wind parody of season
Band of joy maker
Dance with flute
Bend waist looks as snake
Dance in pleasure
Flash of lightning
Causes swinging the earth
Come make dances
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Everybody Dance (The Dance Of The Dead)
As the sun sinks upon the horizon,
As the dark night creeps in,
The dead dance.
On the streets they roam,
Silent,
Alone.
Everybody dances,
The saints and the sinners,
Everybody dances,
To the sound of the rhythm,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
The dance of the dead goes on,
And on,
Never stops,
Never slows,
Time does not matter to the dead.
Everybody dances,
The poor and the rich,
Everybody dances,
To the cries to the babies,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
As your time goes up,
The dead dance into your room,
Filled with silent movements,
They twirl with grace,
And style
And ease.
They reach out their hands,
And you take it,
And join the dance of the dead.
Everybody dance,
The young and the old,
Everybody dance,
The music is playing,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead.
C’mon,
Everybody dance,
Soldiers and lovers,
Oh,
Everybody dance,
To sound they cry,
So,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead,
The dance of the dead.
Oh,
Everybody dances,
Because the dance never stops.
6/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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The Dance
See the picture in the hall
Framed in magic on the wall
Aint it funny how it glows
Whats on the inside
No one knows
What makes this picture
So inviting
To those who stand outside it
Maybe its the dancers
Or maybe its the dance
The dancer dances
Thousands fill the gallery
They pay their price to see a dream
They can make believe for free
Two hours worth of fantasy
Maybe they pretend
The pictures them
Or maybe they just love
To sit and blend
Tonight the picture has no frame
Colours unleash and float away
To each and everyone of you
Tonight the spirit brings the news
You become a part of it all
Thousands turn to one in the hall
You become the dancer
And we become the dance
The dancer dances
The dancer dances
The dancer dances
And we become the dancer
And you become the dance
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Lord Krishna in a butterfly
krishna, krishna
the hindu gods
each time we meet
he dances in a butterfly
he dances in a butterfly
into the commuter train
as i went for an interview
in the house
when i moved in
krishna a butterfly
so shapely
so stylish
krishna, krishna, krishna
the world dances with it
in a million ways
and shades
dance, dance, dance
flaps, flaps, flaps
up down, down up,
so quietly it sits
in meditation at times too
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Dance Cheat
You are my dance-time lover
the one who dances dances dances;
while I sit at the table
with my husband.
I am bathed in music
and incipient Infidelity
because it is you I crave.
In my mind I get to move with you
your face always in change:
but in your dance
I reach for the evening sky;
expand,
moving with the energies,
losing myself to rhythms there.
Is it cheating?
It is.
Dancing's the blame
and a heart structure
which has no power against
dancers who seduce
wives
with music
and bodies which ungulate.
I am warm.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Dance of Dances
Dance in the moon light with all the stars in sight
Dance with all of this power and might
Dance with danger every night
Dance up and down twirling around
Dance with sweat dripping down the neck
Then dance with fire every dark hour
Dance with thrust if you must
But dance on the hour every hour
That’s when to explain in steps the dance of dances
poem by Nick Trager
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Dancer Of Swords
the dancer of swords
dances with skilled practice
long years practice preparing
the dancer of swords
dances crimson dance of death
brief moments red blood flowing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tiny Dancer
tiny dancer, dance for me
take away every dream and memory
trick me into believing everything is fine
dance til this rain turns to sunshine
as i watch you in my hand
...heal with with your beautiful dance
tiny dancer take me away
show me the way with your ballet
dance until my heart stops bleeding
kiss these wounds so they'll stop leaking
......now shes in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
she dances with her heart and soul just so i can stand
poem by Tanesha Davenport
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The Indian Dances
The Indian culture is most diverse,
So are the Indian dances to traverse;
There are many Indian Classical dances,
And so are the many regional Folk dances.
A physical and visual form is dance,
It appropriates the spectator to a trance;
The colourful attire enchants the audience,
And the different ornaments amuse their sense.
The Natya Sastra by Sage Bharata was propounded,
And the Indian Classical dance on a grammar founded;
Indian culture with four Vedas itself prides,
And with Natya Sastra known as the fifth Veda, it strides.
Dances were originally performed in a temple,
Mainly to entertain Gods and Godesses and people;
Accompanying were the drums, flute and other instruments,
To synchronize with the music and the dancers ‘ movements.
The Classical dances are spiritual in content,
The Folk dances are of joy and celebration intent;
Elements of Indian dances are Mudra and Abhinaya—
The dancer's interpretation of words set to music and laya.
Many dance forms depict the moods -Navarasas,
Which are the various emotions or nine rasas;
They are Hasya, Krodha, Bhibasta, Bhaya, Santha,
And Veeram, Karuna, Adbhuta and Shoka:
Which are Happiness, Anger, Disgust, Fear, Serenity,
And Courage, Compassion, Wonder, and Sorrow respectively.
Many are the reputed Indian dance styles,
So are the many dance forms of details.
The Indian dance forms, that are popular—
Bharathanatyam of Tamil Nadu: Manipuri of Manipur:
Garba of Gujarat: Kuchupudi of Andhra Pradesh:
Bhangra of Punjab: Kathak of Uttar Pradesh:
Gaudiya Nritya of West Bengal: Lavani of Maharashtra:
Kathakali and Mohini Attam of Kerala: Oddissi of Oddisha:
Indian dances play their parts in many realms of arts—
In Poetry, Architecture, Literature and Sculpture of sorts.
Dancers with their beautiful art give us a profound feeling,
Making them appealing and our hearts stealing!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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So I Dance
Well I met you while we were sharing stares
from motorcars
And from there it was like a dream just coming true
The you asked if I like to dance and I said
"Not at all"
So you turned away to start the search for
someone new
Then an acetate Casanova sweeps you off your feet
Cause he dances like Michael J. meets Fred Astaire
And I desperately ask for one more chance
to be with you
And you smile at me while thinking "Yeah it's only fair"
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Well you live your whole life believing silly
fairytales
Like the King of Heart's coming down to marry you
But reality's coming fast and you feel all alone
So I hope you'll let me be the one to get you thru
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I Dance
Solo
So I dance - Dance - Dance
Well you're going out ballroom dancing
almost every night
While he's blinding you with his moves
and not a word
Then you say that if I could tango
you would have it all
So I "twist" with you and pray
I don't look too absurd
So I dance - Dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance
Dance with you
From now until you say you love me
Take a chance
Take a chance
That you'll only be thinking of me
So I dance oooh
So I dance
So I dance oooh
So I dance
song performed by by Zebra
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Transmission
Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
of the show
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
song performed by by New Order
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Dance dance dance
Dance in the moon light with,
All the stars in sight
Dance to the smiles
Dance in the shadows my love
Dance dance dance.
You may think I'm crazy
I'd dance in the moonlight
I'll dance when I want to
Please let me dance
Dance dance dance
Dancer take my hand to your,
Hand
I need to dance
Close your blue eyes,
Hold me in your arms and,
Dance dance dance.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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3: 25 Am
It's pouring rain,
and Miles is on the ol Logitech speakers.
It's 3: 25 AM
Graveyard shift at the shelter...
And it's pouring rain
A girl dances outside,
the dance is one of someone who has lost everything.
It is the dance of someone who has lost themselves,
The dance of complete and total abandon.
Her long wet hair whipping from side to side,
while she grinds against a lamp post.
And it is raining so badly,
that it hurts when it hits your skin.
Still she dances,
Debbie Reynolds,
on PCP.
Her clothing clings to her skeletal frame.
She dances as only the damned who have embraced their damnation can dance.
(there is freedom in that, you know?)
I know this girl,
Crack whore who must have scored good tonight.
Her dance is the misfiring of neurons,
It is the dance of a Central Nervous System on overdrive.
And in my office there are 3 half drunk cups of coffee,
Miles Davis
and view of a young woman dancing in a downpour.
Sometimes the shelter is a good place to be
at 3: 25 AM
on the Graveyard shift
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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The Dance
The dance I feel at my heart-lubdub
The dance i feel in my throbbing brain
The dance I feel in my pulsating vein
The dance I perceive in every cell
seems to be a part of a dancing ocean
where electrons dance into death
and where electrons dance forth into life
Who dances? Who? Who?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Fabulous Dancing Feet
Yeats said: How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Men oft’ do love an artist’s work, minus his personal stance.
I dance for excellence, not that I have perfectly attained.
I dance to rhythm and rhyme but not to distraction’s game.
Here am I, believing God alone knows how to dance the best,
Valuing the difference between ones’ fruit and gifting to rest.
So I dance in gratitude for fruits of labour, salvation freed.
Not alluding to the past, failures, or all that’s lacking in me.
He’s given me dancing feet, and songs so sweet, for romance.
Please excuse me while I throw these old shoes off and dance.
Life to me is colour, texture, and truth’s complexity profound.
At times I think Wisdom, also, dances with me on the ground.
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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Musical Instruments To Produce Love
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for Cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances
Dances for Serbia Ladies
Samba shake body make bottom dazzle our eyes for laughter
I did not have shoes, i complained crying profusely until i saw a man without legs, i have legs and i can dance
Love sparkles beauty
Beauty sparkles dance
Dance for all is fun
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances, we are dancing
Babies Bobos want to dance, dance away your sorrows until day - break
We are dancing
Musical instruments produce melodious sound for love flow, caresses and kisses
Dance away your sorrows
We are dancing
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Marlboro Man
The Marlboro Man is dead
long live the Marlboro Man
in our dreams he remains the hero
of a thousand billboards,
the ultimate salesman
for the sexy macho flame of death.
yes, the original Marlboro Man is gone,
but his son, the Marlboro Man, Jr., lives on--
going boldly where his father
never dared to go...
the Marlboro Man has come again
his kingdom has no end
this time around he's selling something new
it's called the Spiral Slam Dance Fever
and it's like therapy
it's guaranteed to make you act the fool
proud Americans do your holy dances
(make a fool of yourself)
strange Americans do what you must do
(put the broomstick between your legs)
wild Americans tear down your defenses
(make a fool of yourself)
proud Americans do your HOLY HOLY
the Marlboro Man understands
what dancing's all about
he learned it from the ancient astronauts
he makes a fool of himself
in the biggest proudest way
he gives it all he's got
he takes it all away again
breathe into the feeling...1...2...
(ride the broomstick
in the Spiral Slam Dance Fever)
the Marlboro Man can spit into the wind
and not get sprayed
he smokes and smokes and smokes
but he never coughs
he loves martinis with his brown rice
and sex with his TV
committing crimes that don't break any laws
no truth or consequences
holy dances...Holy dances...Holy dances
song performed by by Blink 182
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Kebyar Dance
kebyar duduk
kebyar trompong
created by Mario
a Balinese dance genius
in kebyar trompong
dancer plays
trompong instrument
while dances
displays of suppleness
and the virtuosity
short but spectacular
non-narrative dances
inspired by the dynamism
of the gong kebyar
a gamelan orchestra
originating from Northern Bali
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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Reciprocal Invitation To The Dance
THE INDIFFERENT.
COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
If thou my sweetheart art not, thou canst be so,
But if thou wilt not, we still will dance on.
Come to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
THE TENDER.
Loved one, without thee, what then would all feast be?
Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance?
If thou my sweetheart wert not, I would dance not.
If thou art still so, all life is one feast.
Loved one, without thee, what then would all feasts be?
Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance?
THE INDIFFERENT.
Let them but love, then, and leave us the dancing!
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.
Let us whirl round in the waltz's gay measure,
And let them steal to the dim-lighted wood.
Let them but love, then, and leave us the dancing!
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.
THE TENDER.
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
Wand'ring to love is a heavenly dance.
Cupid, the near one, o'erhears their deriding,
Vengeance takes suddenly, vengeance takes soon.
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
Wand'ring to love is a heavenly dance.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Dance Dance Dance
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I wanna dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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In Between Dances
As life moves at a quicker pace,
separation is a spectre
that not far away looms.
One day you look around
and your partner isn’t there.
Once again, you find yourself
stuck in between dances somewhere.
Sometime love leaves you
and you’re stranded on a loveless shore.
Never knowing which way to go anymore.
You feel lost and lonely
in between dances once again,
but all the time you’re hoping
you can get up and dance again.
3 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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