Dance Slam Poems

Words dance across the canvas of my mind,
Brushstrokes of meaning, colors of sound.

In poetry's rhythm, art is defined
Where image and language are forever bound.

The painter...

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Turquoise trees sway in my dreams
Unicorns fly high with white wings
Emerald dance of the music man
Singing with green guitar in hand
Dainty Donna an artist true...

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Spoken warriors, with rhythm words as their sound swords/
A poetry slam where words and body language put the audience in a sweaty heap/
the spectrum of...

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A man knows nothing till he’s walked in another man’s shoes,
Through streets paved with struggles, past choices, win or lose.
In the heart of the city...

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In this here vast expansive desert plateau

At the end of the day when the shimmering
heat from the sun dilapdates 

And the only thing that is...

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A rainbow comes but once
it's rained

And at the meeting point where it's prism rays of coloured light 
penetrate the earth crust

If one is to believe...

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Tap dance through life if you must
munch all the gum drops that it offers
paint a million roses on misty mirrors
denial always tap-taps along rainbows
but never...

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Goose and purple i saw it strung up in a window in chicago
I saw factories written in your eyelashes and hair and industrialization vomited 
Limp...

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What in the ink whorl is papièr churl going on?

Ill quill vapors are trying to victimize me,
vex prose don’t belong
Word saber player haters trying to...

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My life is not a greeting card

Come Christmas to be read 

My life is not an anecdote

For your amusement to laugh at

Mine is not the...

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looking like it should be something special
the right night for us
the need to love
make's this something special
look to the morning
from the crack of dawning
sweet the...

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Dancing to Sisqo 
like a dad at a disco
that ain’t the diss though
you’re a straight up pissed ho
handbag on the dance floor 
where your sandbag...

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Oh Drugs,
it's been lovely
it's been lonely
it's been a ride 

but i'll never get better
with you by my side 
I'll never get better 
I know cause...

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Orbs of Sleeping Satellites 

Dance on Wildfire

Beckon the Red Mist 

To sway the Dark side of the Moon away

So Star's can cross the nights path

Keeping...

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Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her...

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