Best Cymbals Poems

dry white snow rasps the asphalt
attempting to reclaim the purity
of a metropolitan morning

coating the concrete pillars
brushing with tender touches
the grates and allies

dusting the bottom lands
of bordering belted swamps
with leggy aplomb

the icy shavings take flight
on the whoosh of winter
in hushed whispers they move on


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Violin music wafts in, so clear and pretty.
A dreamy cloudlike feeling.
Indescribable.

A lively flute perks things up.
She feels like dancing. 
Angelic.

Where is the saxophone?
I hear it instantly.
Jazz!

The drums? The cymbals?
I am smiling now.
Bam. 

Alarm clock goes off....

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Lone flower sprouting in the cracked face of life.
Spitting dust with vibrating quill at a cold souled world.
Every time you're trampled   you sing a song of truth.
Unheard by the high chins perched in high rises made of fluff...
but heard by the people who...

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The heavy drums roar
The light cymbals strike
The men hide inside the lion prop
The lion dances lively
The clown in front fans challengingly
The lion moves swiftly 
The lion rolls smoothly
Suddenly the lion jumps into the air
For the lettuce and the red packet Hung high at the door
The...

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