Drawings and Poems on Tumblr

Below is some Dirty Dancing art I found on Tumblr.

Click on the images to enlarge them.

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I love me some Bob’s Burgers babes!
Forgive me for hastily inking
“coloring” this on my phone!

The Tumblr blog is called Ramblings of a Ragamuffin, and the author seems to go by the name Katie Diderdoo. Notice that the drawing is labeled Dirty Prancing. The caption under the above drawing is the caption in the Tumblr blog.

More of her art is on that webpage.

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I refuse to apologize for avoiding my responsibilities
by adding to this Dirty Dancing AU
that was promised many moons ago

The Tumblr blog is called Get outa Town. The caption under the above drawing is the caption in the Tumblr blog. More of her art is on that webpage.

Judging by the below sketches that include the same female character with the same dopey hairstyle, the author is planning a series of Dirty Dancing drawings.

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@scruffylooking-guitarist commissioned
some Han/Leia DIRTY DANCING
and quite frankly i had the time of my life

The Tumblr blog is called Stitchy's Art Blog. The caption under the above drawing is the caption in the blog.

The characters in the drawing are the Star Wars characters Han Solo and Leia Organa.

More of the Tumblr author's art is on that webpage.

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“Come here, lover boy.” (Dirty Dancing AU)

The Tumblr blog is called Super Nova Jazzy. The caption under the above drawing is the caption in the blog.

Both characters seem to be male. The following drawing seem to be part of a homsexual Dirty Dancing series.

More of the Tumblr author's art is on that webpage.

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More dirty dancing au I love them

 The Tumblr blog is called ApoloGrim. The above drawing is paired with the below sketch.

I found also the below drawing.

THE dirty dancer au no one asked for

More of the Tumblr author's art is on that webpage.

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"I carried a watermelon"

more dirty dancing au ;’) - victor showin yuuri the moves 

The Tumblr blog is called Beeps Anxiously.

More of the Tumblr author's art is on that webpage.

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intense eyebrow waggling

Now I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you.
-- Transparent -- YOI Dirty Dancing AU
because I Needed This for Reasons.

muffled "Hungry Eyes" plays in the distance

All captions as on Tumblr.

The Tumblr blog is called Rose Releases the Art.

More of the Tumblr author's art is on that webpage.

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The Tumblr blog Dinosaurs and Coffee Pots includes the following poem.

Poem #56

When they filmed Dirty Dancing the season
Was losing its colour so they arranged
For the leaves to be painted green each day.
Kellerman’s spanned the North American
Landmass where a New Yorker could inhale
Virginia and North Carolina in
A stride and her shadow left tectonic
Remarks on the transmuted polygons
Of half-real paths. October fills summer
Lakes and lover’s lips stipple cyanosis
So close-ups were out of the question.
The iconography rolls from sparrow to
Swan and their scalps breaching the surface
Are oddly amniotic and sometimes
Sultry and sometimes like cooking egg shells,
Foreshortened because we know how it ends
And everyone wants to love the lift
Even though its plasticity opens
The form’s architecture, those muscular
Arms the pillars of Novum Organum.

So we gush and atrophy and prosper
And write 5-star reviews on popular websites
And stream it online and buy CDs and
Spend our lives painting leaves the right colour.

The Tumblr blog does not provide any personal information about the author, beyond the following photograph.

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The Tumblr blog all poems have teeth includes the following poem.

I watch Dirty Dancing
and every daydream I have ever had
that started with someone calling me ‘Baby’
falls from my fingertips.
Baby, always a girl and not a woman,
knows so little about everything
that they remake her; remake the movie
as though the love of Patrick Swayze,
all glory from the 1980s,
isn’t enough- but it’s a classic.

You can’t remake a love like that
unless someone decides,
it just wasn’t enough anymore

and I was never something
you could watch over and over again

and I don’t want to be your baby

The Tumblr blog does not provide any personal information about the author.

The Tumblr blog's main page is there.

Dirty Rhyming - 2

This article follow up a previous article titled Dirty Rhyming - 1.

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The website Hello -- Poetry has published a poem titled Dirty Dancing. The poet is Sean Banks, who describes himself as follows:

Vancouver Island. Bukowski Like Cynic A Buddhist with the Blues An Old Soul and a New age Hippy Long hair, don't care freedom - yet cautious and careful for personal reasons A Future Spiritual leader of Humanity Dealing with issues in Narcissism and Regret.

The website has published 58 of Banks' poems, including Dirty Dancing.

The baseline throbbed
And the chorus echoed
With liquid confidence
And a substance filled mind
As I approached from behind

I put my right hand on her hip
My left hand clinching my pabst
She turn around and said,
“I thought you were going grab my ass”

I spoke no words, just grinned
She smiled
I hadn’t had this much confidence
in a long while.
She whipped her hair and my heart went wild

“Do you want do dance with me?”
She whispered in my ear
I placed my other hand on her hip
My beer hit the floor
I whispered back
“That and so much more”

“I want to move
And make time stand still
I want you to whimper at my will
And rise to my roar”

“I want to show you how good I am with
My words
And my hands
And my tongue
And my lungs”

“I want to show you the world
I want to paint portraits of mountains
Before climbing them
And from mountain tops I want to
Draw the sky
I want our eyes
To gaze at the stars within us”

“I want to learn everything about you
As I show you everything I am”

“I want to dance for you
As you dance for me”

We danced all evening

And due to my success on this night
It was the highest I had ever been.

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The website Poetry Soup has published a poem titled Dirty Dancing. The poet is Lin Lane. (The website does not provide any personal information about her.)

Summer vacation
romantic first love
Dirty Dancing to
great sixties music
The Time of My Life

Johnny Castle
Handsome dancer
These Arms of Mine
Baby's Love Man

Hungry Eyes
water lifts
Cry To Me

Yearning
for love

Sigh ~

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The website Tinderbox Poetry has published a poem titled River Pitch. The poet is Jennifer Givhan.

Givhan was a 2010 Pen Rosenthal Emerging Voices Fellow, as well as a 2011 St. Lawrence Book Award finalist and a 2012 Vernice Quebodeaux Pathways Prize finalist for her poetry collection Red Sun Mother. She was also an Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize finalist for her poetry collection Karaoke Night at the Asylum. She is an MFA candidate at Warren Wilson College, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in over fifty journals and anthologies, including Best New Poets 2013, Indiana Review, Prairie Schooner, Rattle, cream city review and The Los Angeles Review. She teaches composition at Western New Mexico University.

Jennifer Givhan

Below is her poem River Pitch.

But you fractured your hipbone
falling for a boy who danced
you into thirteen jagged pieces, lace
tunic over leggings, the lank trunk
of your newly teenaged body fast-pitching
you forward, as if trying to ruin
each fine and breakable thing, the ruins
of your body’s handiwork, reduced to bone
shards. No, Mama had said when you’d pitched
a fit. You’re too young for prom. Dance
in the living room.
.............. You’d plumbed her attic trunk
of moth-chewed costumes, lining the lace
of her wedding dress against the laced
bobbin of her old sewing machine, ruining
both, your zigzag stitches like rings in a trunk,
attaching branches of bodice, boned
at the buds of your breasts, twins dancing
across your chest, ready to pitch
through the bathroom window into pitch
black night with the boy who’d interlace
them, promising your first dance
but first, who’d stop at the bosque to ruin
a bottle of his father’s wine, bone-
dry under a blanket in the trunk.

How did you end in a river, his boxers for trunks,
your skin for a bathing suit, the pitch
of your voices and the waves echoing a boned-
hollow of the absent music, laced
with regret. I’ll make up for ruining
your night, he’d said. Let’s dance
here, in the water, like Baby in Dirty Dancing.

Once, you read someone found in a tree trunk
a set of human teeth while mining the ruined
coast after a hurricane. The pitch
of a quarry is the softest place—
its density of childhood bones,
corkscrew bones, forks in a river dancing
while a boy laces a willing trunk
with the pitch and fury of rock toward ruin.

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The blog Free to Exhale Again has published a poem titled Dirty Dancing: Poem 5. The poet and blog author calls herself Reign Supreme, and she describes herself as follows:

I've learned to accept and love myself for me. To be happy with my flaws and all. To live MY life for me and not what others expect.

Reign Supreme

Reign Supreme's poem Dirty Dancing: Poem 5 follows.

You're my Patrick
I'm Jennifer
Ecstasy
Cloud 9
I waited
waited to
inhale
exhale
Release
the time of my life
A connection was made
Again
No longer longing
Dirty Dancing
and I am having the time of my life
through it all.
You are my Patrick
My Louie
better yet
modern Malcolm X

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The blog Political Verses has published a poem titled Dirty Dancing with the Stars: A Poem about Tom DeLay. The poet and blog author is Elaine Magliaro.

I worked as an elementary school teacher for more than three decades and as a school librarian for three years. I also taught a children's literature course at Boston University from 2002-2008. I served on the advisory board of the Keene State College Children’s Literature Festival from 2006-2008 and as a member of the NCTE Poetry Committee from 2009-2012. I am now retired and write poetry for children. "Things to Do," my first children's book, will be published by Chronicle Books in February of 2017.

Elaine Magliaro

Below is Magliaro's poem Dirty Dancing with the Stars: A Poem about Tom LeLay.

He’s a “Wild Thing” that’s for sure!
Watch him dance across the floor.
“The Hammer” shakes his aging booty
While cha-cha-ing with a dark-haired beauty.

Wearing a sequined vest, silk blouse …
Dressed all in brown, this slick-haired louse
Looks like a feral chocolate bunny.
It’d sure be sad if it weren’t so funny!

Still a "Wild Thing" at his age,
Tom should be locked up in a cage …
And not out dancing with the stars —
But stuck behind some iron bars!

Dirty Rhyming - 1

The All Poetry website has published a poem titled Dirty Dancing. The poet calls herself Recovered.

Hi friends... I know it has been a while... but i had been going through some tough life changes. I am once again sober, but had been living in a tent for three months. Just recently got accepted into a Domestic Violence Woman's Shelter and I allowed to stay here 60 days, while awaiting hopeful entrance to a 1 yr transitional housing program.

I have only written one poem since I have been gone as I had no computer and I am forced to stay away from my parents house as my sister has gained conservorship over my parents and have put a restraining order on me. But luckily my dad and I are still close and we see each other every week when we go for coffee.

I am attending intensive outpatient sobriety counseling because I thought I needed some additional support being out in the world all alone. I turned 46 recently but I am a daddy's girl and not used to taking care of everything alone. but I am doing it.

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The website includes 73 of her poems, including Dirty Dancing.

Baby was daddy's little girl, innocent and sweet
nobody would have guessed, she had dancing feet
It's hard to believe, this love started with just a glance
but soon she loved this man, more than she loved to dance.

They clung together without a barely care
bodies bumping as a drum beats the air
totally aroused as they dance around the floor
they can barely wait, til they walk out the door

Their bodies touch intimately as they turn
Grinding so slowly they feel the burn
The music fills the air and the night
they keep dancing til morning's light

Smell the sweat and fragrance of perfume
as their bodies collide and dance around the room
As the music gets louder, there's change in the beat
sounds crushing together - their bodies meet

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The same All Poetry website has published another poem titled Dirty Dancing. The poet calls herself Xenless.

Writer/Blogger

Avid Reader 10-13 books every Saturday. From my local library!!!

I work for the school newspaper.

Music: Disturbed, Nightcore, Get Scared, Dave Matthews, Screamo, Dubstep.

Favorite Things: Cryptozoology, Supernatural, Dark Poems, Role Playing, onesies, siblings, Youtubing, family, outdoors, biking, swinging, reading, cuddling with my puppy, and cat. Don't forget Pewdiepie, CinnamonToastKen, Cryoatic, Jacksepticeye, Seananners, Markiplier, RPG Minx, and other gamers.

Age: 18

Career Choice: Writing

Dreams: To have my books published, and make people happy.

Pets: Brintley (Girl Dog), Phineas (Boy Cat).

Soon to Happen: Working on getting a apartment, and taking a gap year after graduation.

I love to create new fashions, and am a overall passionate, and creative person.

FaceBook me anytime- Kaitlyn Kneece; just notify me before hand.

Xenles

The website includes 145 of her poems, including Dirty Dancing.

No way to say
How vivid it is

To dance with your hips
Your arms around me

Lights bright, but soft
Swaying easily

Dark colors
Red roses for the best

Dropping to the floor
Then rising with a flourish.

Simplicity of joy
With you by my side

Open to a kiss
or even more

So alive
So young

The club full
Bodies clash

Dirty Dancing
With you at last

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The same All Poetry website has published a poem titled A Night With Tabby Jones. The poet calls himself Bosiar, who writes that his Muse arrived on July 17, 2008, and died on August 5, 2010.

Bosiar, whose Muse has died

While Bosiar's Muse still was alive, Bosiar wrote A Night With Tabby Jones, which included the following illustration.

The illustration for the poem "A Night With Tabby Jones"

A purr-fect night at the cat-illian
felines dancing on the bar
the "Stray Cat Strut" their playing
on a jaguar shaped guitar.

Caterwauling like a crooner
Tabby Jones the purring king
wearing his tiger striped pajamas
but that tom can really sing.

Meowing is the choir
in their salt and pepper fur
four tails swaying to the tempo
paws are flying in a blur.

The Leopard lounge is packed with swingers
as two Siamese slither by
dirty dancing like she's in heat
his front legs glued between her thighs.

Drinking Cat-o-tonic with some soda
shots of milk are all the rage
when a hush befalls the music
as the queen of yowling hits the stage.

Yipping and a hissing
the sad song starting out so slow
and then roaring through the chorus
delivering such a lethal blow.

The audience frantic meowing
as if a mouse were dangling on a string
all start to prance like an Egyptian
as if Cat Tut were still the king.

The night ends with cat fighting
bitches clawing for the eyes
the result of catnip brownies
and the way they traumatize...

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The same All Poetry website has published a poem titled Mooching. The poet is Edward Tooker, who lives in Great Britain.

Edward Tooker's avatar

The website has published 737 of Tooker's poems, including Mooching.

dirty dancing is not for the clean living
whose conscience does not always smell of lilacs
playful tunes greeted with needless violence
I hunger for the sweet smell of daylight

my thoughts treat me like a shitake mushroom
darkly searching for the ebony feline, going bananas
mind slipping, needled like a scratched vinyl disc
dark lanes silently contain ideas within a pitch black room

black box records the shivers down my spine
clearly that cool cat was never really there
musically mewing with my muse amongst littered debris
sleep deprivation annoys like day-time television

tally-mans sheet states required score is on the door
mooching around moonfully until the dawn restores my mood
sunshine smooches away the night time blues
daylight is here and I am finally heading home

my darling, please save the last dance for me.

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The All Poetry website has published another poem titled Dirty Dancing. The poet calls herself swcaitlin18, but her website identifies her as Caitlin Eskridge.

swcaitlin18

The website has published 138 of her poems, including Dirty Dancing.

Dirty Dancing, All around
Dirty Dancing, on the ground
Come rub your butt on this guy's leg
Make him want you, make him beg
Bodies bouncing on the floor
Bodies bouncing out the door
Come on baby, grab my butt
It's just dancing, come be a slut
Sweat pours down my body and face
Girls wear shirts all trimmed in lace
Tons of people start to stink
Oh no, a slow song, my heart begins to sink
All alone on the dance floor
People act like perverts even more
I'm tired of dirty dancing
I have no need to be entrancing
I'm done with dirty dancing
I'm done with all the lies
I'm finished with girls on girls
And of course girls on guys
Tonight, I came home happy
Tonight, I came home free
No more dirty dancing
Anymore for me

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See also my follow-up article titled Dirty Rhyming 2.