Competition time!
Dance school, The Place, have set a poetry competition with the prize of a family ticket to a day’s extravaganza there! All you have to do is write a poem about dance. It can be about watching or dancing…it’s up to you!
On the family day (July 22nd) a robot will write out the winning poem in sand…weird but fantastic! Get writing!
Maya’s poem:
I could hear my heart pounding
I could feel millions of eyes piercing my soul
The spotlight was in my eyes
“It’s show time!”
I felt energy rushing through my body
I looked up and saw 100,000 people
I started my moves
Not normal moves
Dance moves
I felt things that I never felt before
I felt happy and sad
Excited and Terrified
I heard exclaims of delight
We finished
We ran up to the front and bowed
I could hear my heart pounding
I could feel millions of eyes piercing my soul
The spotlight was in my eyes!
Olly’s poem:
Put your word out to the world
I’m walking down the street when I hear some music coming from a park.
I look into the park where the music is coming from.
I see over the hedge a band of street dancers!!!
The music bouncing off the trees
their moves so co-ordinated they could be cyborgs
I feel like dance is a way of expressing yourself
And when I see street dancers I feel like they’re putting their word out to the world
Don’t care what other people think, they’re just putting their word out to the world.
I watch in awe at the dancers, and I listen to what the dancers are saying.
Ben’s poem:
It was time.
Show time.
I felt so nervous.
But I wasn’t the only one.
Yet I still felt fear
“But don’t worry dear,”
But I didn’t hear.
I was so nervous.
I was in my own world
Blocked out from everything ever.
Sound and noise.
I could only see.
So when I looked through the curtain
I shrunk back into my shell.
Like a tortoise
I could only creep.
No sharp movements
And no piercing sound.
But after minutes of nervousness
I came out of my expressionless shell…
Matthew’s poem:
We did a dance a very special dance
We had to:
Spin
Jump
Skip
Groove
And have fun!
We practiced and practiced our dance
Forever until we got the hang of it
We tried
and we took forever
We:
Span
Jumped
Skipped
And had fun!
We were tired so we had a break…
But after 5mins we went back to dancing and this time
We were on stage and showing our dance
And the audience loved it
We were happy we finished and will remember that
Day forever!
Jack’s poem:
Do the Harlem shake
Do the Gangnam Style
For goodness sake
Dance for a while
Do some hip-hop
Do some disco
Please don’t stop
Please don’t slow
Try the twist
Please don’t go
Otherwise you’ll miss
The flamenco
Move your feet
Wave your arms
Stage or street
You’ll do no harm
Do tap dancing
Do pop dancing
Do rock dancing
Don’t stop dancing!
Roisin’s poem:
Submitted on 2013/06/09 at 8:04 pm
Phases of Dance
Movements flow into moves
Time runs
Clocks stop
Thoughts fly
Feet glide
Birds sing
Bells ring
Shades blend
Eyes flash
Hearts tick
Bones beat
Pulses race
Spirits chase
Movements flow into moves
Dancers twist
Figures tack
Shoes click
Heels clack
Pairs wheel
Crowds clap
Lights shine
Tunes whine
Beats throb
Notes sob
Limbs thrash
Drums crash
Movements flow into moves
By Roisin Dodgson
Arthur’s poem:
Disco
The lights flashed on and a beat started up like a heart beat.
Suddenly the dancer appeared in an eighties outfit
with a matching gold belt
out of a cloud of purple smoke.
He seemed to slide across the floor with incredible ease.
As music flowed out of his mouth
like an invisible stream of sound.
The fans cheered and screamed
at the tops of their voices.
The dancer glided up to my part of the hall
He smelt of posh cologne and hair freshener.
He hi fived several of the audience and smiled.
Then the lights went off again…
Nina’s poem:
Red,yellow,green,blue
the glistening dancers leaped
like a net all over the stage.
Whirling turning,
like a shoal of fish
they are separate,
but like one body.
Flowing waves of limbs
tumbling mass of muscle and sinew.
Suddenly still.
Silence spreads around the stage.
Then a whirlpool of heads catches the light
and….
They all fall to the ground,
caught in the blinding colour
of the menacing waves.
The crowd erupt,
on their feet.
Their cheers making me deaf,
as I strain to see the faces
of the dancers,
standing now for their bow.
Once more like us.
Leo’s poem:
Dance
When you are dancing in a group
You don’t just do what you want to do
You need to plan the story
Do it in perfect time
Do it in the beat
Beat, rhythm, time
Some moves are peaceful
Gentle, powerful, groove
Some moves are crazy
Active, moving, crawling, jumping,
Some are slow
Emotional, imaginative, scary
Dance
Nell’s poem:
Dance!
Feel your body move
Skipping School
‘Mum, can I go to a skipping camp this half-term holiday?’Emily asked hopefully.she didn’t go to the skipping camp every half-term holiday because it was too expensive,but her mum knew how much she loved going, not just because she loved skipping so much but also all of her best friends went every half-term holiday, so she tried to take her most of the holidays.’Oh, OK I understand.’And off she went out to the garden.As Emily skipped sadly on her own everything around her started to get really blurry.At last when Emily opened her eyes she saw that she was in a mysterious camp.When Emily turned around she saw a sighn saying ”The Skipping School”…
I have never known how to skip. I try and try but all I can do is lie a skipping rope on the floor and practice leaping over it back and forth. And just as I feel it’s the moment…
I trip over and end up face flat on the floor! I think that if I just ask my mum maybe for a nice professional skipping rope for my birthday, and finally then I might have some epic skills! You never know, you might see me looping around the olympic stadium doing my job one day looking cooler than anyone!