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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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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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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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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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Legong Dance

three dancers in glittering costumes
two princesses whose roles change
according to the narrative
one condong lady-in-waiting

to master perfect mix
of posture, movements and mimicry
months of training are needed
first dance taught to beginners

a court dance, created in the 18th century
in circles of principality of Sukawati, Bali
epitome of classical female Balinese dancing
used to have a storyteller's accompaniment

poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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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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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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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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Mr. Jones

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones srikes up a coversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning

Cut up

song performed by by Counting Crows from August And Everything After
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The potter and the dancer

A potter made pots,
which are there after the potter has worked.
A dancer did dance,
which is not there after the dancer has worked.
God is a dancer,
Who dances from where things vibrate.
God isn't a potter
To create things and be away from it.
13.07.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Song

When I came here I came here
I just came here to find
That one little girl
That is hidden behind
That old mill that old mill
That old mill out back
She's in that field In that field
In that field out back

And she dances and dances
Without anything wrong
She just dances and dances
To that same old song
Behind closed doors
She can't feel that much joy
As tears and tears pour
As tears and tears pour
But as she dances
She dances with stars the above
She's small but she can reach out
That far into love
And when everything's wrong
She will still be dancing
To her favorite song her favorite song.

You'd believe that girl
But not her world.
Or see her face
When she cries everyday
Or know what to do
When you know what she's been through
And I can't believe
Now what I see

Cause she dances and dances
Without anything wrong
She just dances and dances
To that same old song
Behind closed doors
She can't feel that much joy
As tears and tears pour
As tears and tears pour
But as she dances
And dances with stars above
She's small but she can reach out
That far into love
And when everything's wrong
She will still be dancing
To her favorite song.

And when she dances she dances
To her favorite song
She dances and dances
Because nothing is wrong
And when she dances
She reaches out far into love
She dances and dances
With the stars above
And even though she's small
She can make it through it all
She's as joyful as can be
When you see you'll believe
That nothing is wrong
When she is dancing to
Her favorite song.

poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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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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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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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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Elgar

(dedicated to Sir Colin Davis)

poem
nature
violinist
self-taugh t

choral
heroic
orchestral
melancholy

Coronation Ode
Dream Children
The Sanguine Fan
The Crown of India

The Wand of Youth
The Starlight Express
Une voix dans le désert
Three Bavarian Dances

There is sweet Music
Romance, for bassoon and orchestra
Spanish Serenade (Stars of the Summer Night)
The Black Knight, cantata for chorus and orchestra

Enigma Variations
The Dream of Gerontius
Sea Pictures, Salut d'Amour
Pomp and Circumstance Marches

(inspired by Sir Edward Elgar's music)

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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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Lè Waltz.

Music plays, i take your hand.
I have waited so long to have this dance.
Chopin, Mozart, Bach would understand,
the beauty of a note from a single strand.
Your hair dances gaily, beautiful as every star.
No one can forget our movement, our dance.
Tap, tap, tip, tap, your feet my cinderella.
La, la, la di da-the epilogue to my memior.

poem by Peya Jakob
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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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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
as it beats out a dance

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Privilege

A small girl dances unselfconsciously.
Quite unaware she has an audience
Dancing to music only she can sense
She’s so engrossed she does not notice me
I think that I am fortunate to see
A dance that has no trace of false pretence.
She dances naturally with confidence
A sight which enraptures me completely.

How sad it is to know that she will grow.
and sadly lose her childish innocence.
No more to dance so unselfconsciously.
By hard experience she will come to know
That she must wear a mask in self defence
and never ever show what lies below.

13-Sep-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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