Best Accompaniment Poems

Rain Dancer

Days and nights of hibernation
within the clapboard walls, 
winter winds have eased
and only the sound of rain peals
upon the storm glass panes.

The desire to...

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With accompaniment of rain, the tweets pour into my ear.
Saturation of sound, mottled bark and sodden moss.
Must be the downfall of civilization, heavens tears.
In God’s...

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Suzanne in the Clouds


I am here, way up here
At peace and flying free
Dancing with angels
Singing with the accompaniment of violins and harps
Choirs here abound, such...

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The low suffer most the blow of the law 
And no better do they fare with its flow:
From injustice to injustice it carries them
But none...

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There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on...

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Allow me to confess how gratifying it is
To see the rainfall of lights permeate through your eyes,
Swirling lightening warmth into my own
To see your thoughtful...

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Some issues,
some opportunities,
are written across great Western and Eastern cultures,
Northern and Southern economies,
Left and Right hemisphere structured minds,
breathing out- and in-forming lungs,
beating in- and then...

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THAW     AT    CROWSNEST     PASS  

Huge mountains massed and  cliffs  sheer. ...

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Guarded by towering hills on the East 
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell 
That lulls...

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As I fall to wither, dust
I contemplate the things I must
              ...

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The Seconds grew impatient
   As Anticipation aimed its dart
Hope sat erect at the table
   Compliments practiced their parts

Breaths were held as...

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This Time, This Place

The music of Handel swirls in my soul,
And could I but see beyond my horizon,
Beyond the limits of my heart;
Beyond the sunset...

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There is a greasy odor in the air

At the window
across the room

the diaphanous wings of a fly

peal off accompaniment,
--a staccato--contradictory notes

to the stretched rays of...

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An Ode comes from the Greek language
    It is originally a poem to be sung to music accompaniment
    Are...

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From the year of Eighteen ninety,
survives a sad birthday tale.
As told by Private John Burnett,
eighty years old when it was told. 
Of needless deaths of...

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