Best Accordions Poems

...Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!

Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not “obscene”...
Orange, pur......

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...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bi......

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...Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs 
Rough knuckles echo B......

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...Intricate patterns, exotic flowers
  curl into royal insignias
    cultured eyes can devour
A cornucopia of colours  

Like a peacock's feathers on display
  expanding and contracting
    thos......

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...Wander in my poem,
As if on the beaches of Copacabana.
Lay down on every one of its words,
as if on the warm, hazelnut sand.
Let the sun color your skin
and rest upon your back.
Forget who you are,
a......

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...SOME PEOPLE… 


some people beg in the corners of the streets –
cover themselves in rags of ex-clothes thickened by the streets’ slime
dig in trash for spoiled foods and dirty empty bottles
hud......

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...In Paris, we kiss
when the moon is like croissant
and accordions sing......

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...TRACES...

A faint footstep left behind since my birth
And a thousand years later, I found so clear
A burning vision from the flames of wailing hearts
A drum-beat, a bull-horn sound, a clap
A music o......

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...Last night I watched in silence
At the end of the road in forest deep
I hid amongst the trees watching in awe
As gypsies dance while others sleep
Under the violet hue of evening sky
Haloed by evening......

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...Saturday Farmers’ Market 

Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market:
shoppers all ages, clothing, and races,
parents push bundled babies in strollers, 
children dash eagerly through the crowd. ......

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...Carols sang 
by accordions and violas
glaze tete-a-tetes 
with saccharine vim.
The winsome diction 
in the oui’s and moi’s
makes local tongues 
more suave to hear.

Above, the stars 
waltz ......

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...This is a tribute to my Uncle Tom.  He died from Covid 19 last week, even though he was healthy and strong.  He was my Dad's last surviving sibling, the baby of the family. They are now all gone, the......

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...Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that pl......

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...Parents methods, a question asked
Mothers rule one, questions, answers forthcoming
Fathers think they are kings of the family domain
As said previously see rule one if ever questioned
Mothers wat......

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...The Saint John River rolls along 
Under skies of baby blue, 
Touching lives of country folk 
Just the way it used to do 
Before the war to better times, 
When steamboats churned and church bells......

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