Airwaves Poems - Poems about Airwaves

...It's raining outside, but l don't mind lets put on the music, and a glass of wine lets shut the door, lets shut off the world yes , you say, let's put on the music, girl we'll have a music day......

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...A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated a......

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...A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and we......

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...Observing from afar, Experiencing who You are, A star in the universe, Writing your own verse, In a story you rehearse, Reversing the roles, Filling in all the holes, As the chapter unfo......

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...Shining Bright, Filling the airwaves, Freeing the slaves, Digging up graves, Daring to misbehave. A brave ray of light, Illuminating whats right. Shining through a dark night, Clear......

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...Night falls in neon showers Here in the nocturnal simmer of summer slick city blacktops spark electric. The juiced-up take to their cars, pull into fast food haunts where glazed eyes return t......

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...Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/ EAST COAST JAZZ in the fifties, sixties/ Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/ LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin......

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...Quote from Berowne in "As You Like It" "And I, forsooth, in love!". Now Shakespeare speaking with his good friend Richard Burbage..... I must tell you forsooth of my midsummer dream a witch c......

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...Under the canopy of the silver crescent light, right before the ripe of night, basking in the mushroom embrace of twinkling stars, listening to crickets’ melancholic lullabies, before temporary death......

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...In Hip City/Tony Adamo where rhythms collide, and no jive is spoken/ Guru laid down the truth, a fusion of jazz and rap/ no holds barred streetwise rap talk/ Just as Herbie’s touch on keys/ his Hea......

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..."Alfred, where did you say you had the keys?" She would fondly inquire, her eyes scanning around. " I'm not sure, just look around i might have misplaced them" he would reply, scratching his memory......

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...The summer season Is just come to an end As the colder season Is fast approaching The Christmas carol Is just starting in the airwaves And Christmas decorations Is now displayed in malls Chri......

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...Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell Whose court is talking about justice here? Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear The crue......

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... It's day seven hundred and......... well forgive my demented memory, at least you get the idea Dreams crave to once more take hold of this insomnia Its nothing less of a miracle that i still brea......

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... My voice was mute like featherless songbirds, without vocal chords to sing doting tunes. Sleeping spirit yearned for amorous words, composing twin flames to ignite from fumes. Glance ......

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