Atonal Poems - Poems about Atonal

...With no specific tone or direction. And , than suddenly: Whoomp! the tone began to change it devloped into a"whoomping groove" it's beleived to dereive from Pickett the lyrics said early one mo......Read the rest...

...In walked the Redeyed Stranger Bragging: he used an excessive amount of bagging gestures and words. He was told by his handler to tune down the rhetoric, as one person found him rude and over......Read the rest...

...Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms, Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks Shades of brooding melancholy Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams And plod through ponderous mists ......Read the rest...

...Music Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork – Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas – Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescen......Read the rest...

...The Gift of Christmas Some people say Christmas in this present time Wanders lost Through flashing ads and tinsel carelessly strung On an artificial bough. Some people say the Spirit of Chri......Read the rest...

...New Year's Resolutions This new year marches into view Brooding and still with empty calendar pages For this pilgrim on a pilgrimage past new mile markers Engraved with resolution quoting harm......Read the rest...

...The atonal composer Arnold Schoenberg as an artist* no one could curb A portraitist who never was fazed as into the eyes we gaze *https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/392587292505603455/......Read the rest...

...Hee Haw, I Cried By Sy Roth With a mulish hee haw, I wrap myself in my own divine comedy. Commedia dell’arte path For a blind mercenary of his own fate. An ormolu wonder stood before me-......Read the rest...

...Heart Song Separation “We got separated from us last week and I haven’t found you since.” Poet’s Quote Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes Languishing in sudden cardiac heart ar......Read the rest...

...Wall in the Woods A solitary pensive woodland canticle Wanders through summer’s souvenirs, A gypsy quilt of green transformed to crimson flame, And prophesies of empty paeans swiftly riding Th......Read the rest...

...Thank You for the Music - Coda Companion on my journey Abided with me In the anthems of delicate dawn - Mornings of mauve and lilac light, Octaves of afternoons in amber reflection, Serenade......Read the rest...

...My Father’s Pen Drizzle turning sleet. Window pane cold as he rests his cheek against it. Coke fire, astringent bitter warmth filling the room. On the table amber in cut glass, no ice, n......Read the rest...

...Throughout the ages an aching sigh, dispersed by waves on rabid seas which only splutter, swept up by gusts that mask a cry which disappears across the nettle voids, this raw dispatch of fatal wo......Read the rest...

...Thank You for the Music Companions on my journey Surround me in anthems - When the dawn rises up, In afternoons of reflection, In slumber’s reveries - Melodies Always embracing me Asking on......Read the rest...

...it seems thinking about this time of year is Tchaikovsky nut cracking but not other Russians why fight with a rat king knowing exactly his defeat and demise why not try a satire by......Read the rest...