I was young, once, and knew no bounds
and oft went running with the hounds
chasing heirs, blossoms if not there
plucked, without worry or a care.
Met in rhythm of a 2 tone ska
bewitched by sax and bass guitar;
escaping from my ghost town spell
Mantovani could go to hell!
Rocksteady, reggae, punk, new-wave
freedom, freedom, never be a slave!
Checkerboard shirts with Tonic suits
skinny blue jeans and eight-hole boots.
Mom don’t like multicolored mates
so that’s her problem, them’s her hates
Thatcher’s on her wall, she expounds;
so I went running with the hounds.
I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source
Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor
which brings a ringing to my inner ear
then a low vibration comes as I stand still
This frequency happens frequently
transmitting a language I've yet to unveil
Creating a magnetic peace during its stay
One day I hope to understand the meaning behind it all
A tale probably woven over a thousand years
I hear the sound and listen in
The tone goes away just as mysterious as it came
A saint once procured for her phone
Entirely a new type of tone.
When starting to ring,
The angels would sing,
Direct from the heavenly zone.
Don't say a word
It's time to finally leave this world
The difference between close and lose
Is the letter c the chance to choose
And once and for all
The leaves begin to burn and fall
A spiral staircase
And you're running down
Out of this place
Away from it all
Away from this face
You’re packed up
Delicately with a sheet
The doors are closed
We’re following behind
Closely like sheep
We're all alone
But all we can hear
Is this steady dial tone
And you can’t pick up the phone
But I’ll give it all away
For the missing piece
And I’d scream my lungs out
Just to have some peace
My mind will wear thin
Like a ribbon tied to your wrist
I’ll bear this pain
For a new plot twist
The teacher sets the tone in his classroom for the day
Be pleasant and be friendly, students want to stay
Walk in scowling with a frown upon your face
Good luck, teacher ~ as students turn away
When I was in my personal cell, I heard a low ring tone from my cell,
Actually it was the weakness of the cell, The buzz made a vibration in my body's cell, It remembered my pet dog's bark,
when the storm had broken the tree's bark, The noise formed the flight of the bat, Finally I created the bark as a cricket bat.
The poet police pay attention to
punctuation, they patrol pauses,
comas, and correct enunciation..
The poet police prefer prolific
prose, perfumy pendants so
pen one of those..
Be mindful of what type of
poem you compose.
Pay attention to your tone,
and never ever park your poems
in a no poetry parking zone.
pitch perfect
absolute hearing
shhhhh .....
let’s run
somewhere
anywhere
quietly
but where?
... it is absolute
our veins follow the architecture of the leaves inheriting its rythm
rhythm is consuming souls
overwrote by the ocean’s crescendo
our DNA is synchronized
Mother is firmly holding a conducting baton
The partiture where we can be undisguised
hasn’t been written
let’s write our own
turn the opera
into the cabaret
and give the puppeteers illusion of the power
The tone & timbre of writing in key ,
Thoughts expressed as if written for me ,
Understanding words that read like a rhyme ,
Patience absorbed when learned over time ,
A flower that blooms so we all can rejoice ,
Nature shouts out such a beautiful voice.
©2023AlanShapiro
alabaster skin
red skin in the family now
feather in a cap
when two people love
do they want and need as
much
do they crave for togetherness
a specials touch
if til then
do they long the day away
to want for more
as some might say
who chanted lover
to what respond
eager all
to the end
whisper lover
in morinng light
that we were lovers
all through
the night
Che cantava amante
che cantava amante
potresti sussurrace
il tono dolce
che cantava amante
potrebbe desiderare
avermi come sua
che cantava amante
che cantava amante
che cantava l'amante
con un tono cosi
dolce
she who sings my name
will she be my wife
who chanteed lover
will you be my wife
To the man who makes us moan
“Hello” in the poorest tone:
Your mean boss too strong to fight
He’ll defeat you ‘The Too Light,’
An old child’s watchful father
On coarse games it takes farther,
Mother who loathes your girlfriend;
Merely meets her, sees a fiend!
Does she want to break your heart,
Over you run a big cart?
“Good Day” in the tiniest voice;
The birds know it’s not your choice!
We forgive them, when they’ve dead
And now relax to eat bread.
Truth Be Known Set the Tone
we shall set the tone
when the whole truth had been known
which will be my own
Became Border Recorder
became recorder
while with my son and daughter
living on border
Cars Crashing and Lights Flashing
two cars were crashing
while the lights had been flashing
police started trashing
Did Distribute Each Attribute
we did distribute
our allowance and attribute
looking cute in suit
Do Share and Spare Independence
have so much to spare
independence did declare
should be sure to share
Russia Revealing China Caught Stealing
they hurt our feelings
China had been caught steeling
Russia was revealing
Tense Made Sense and Consequence
body became tense
which always did make much sense
stiffness consequence
Agree Debris in China Should Still Be
we always agree
balloon become falling debris
in China should still be
James Thesarious Precarious
Hilarious Horn Haiku
Scenes from the casual flow of life
Full risen when the mental void prints.
"Notice their vibration as minor strife."
It may also include some rich hints.
I share your circumstance at present.
There is a voice and a wish for anyone.
Finite cues abide urging, all is pleasant.
The view is weak as you've utmost won.
Where the trees, water, and sky all meet.
If you face an acute tone, it's trail we'll greet.
It seems that it held ideas, for instance.
Similar to epic rich verse with drowsy cadence,
crafted the epigraph on a civic stone.
We are trying to grasp the fading tone.
Written: September 30, 2022
You set the mood,I’ll set the tone…
Without the love the dream is gone…
All the good deeds I do will never be enough…
Making it hard to love leaves me feeling to be tough..
All the event moments you choose to feed your pride…
When I’m the lonely soldier working by your side…
Waiting for the crumbs you decide I’m worthy of…
While replacing monetary items for true love..
When all I’m asking for is a hug or show of appreciation…
To give my value worth in the middle of your deviation..
So , when silence falls when there’s no one else around…
Look up, for I’m right here while your busy looking down.
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