Best Harmonised Poems

Mandolin melodies harmonised horizons,
yet the only strings being strummed
were those of my heart.

In the midst of enchanting melodies,
where nothing else mattered, but her,
we wandered barefoot, hand in hand, 
as the tenderness of our steps decorated the sand.

In the simplicity of pure beauty, lost in a...

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As the glistening jewels 
         of snow cascade like 
ballerinas pirouetting 
      to the crescendo of time, 
choreographed from porcelain 
      keys of your h e a...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete goo,
vials of vile biology,
a tempest of sperm and ova,
neatly confined...

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Elegant frequent interludes
Ebony and ivory harmonised 
The maestro raises his hands
A single note from a violin

Reverberates the soul within
Piano keys dance the storm
Conductor's baton waves the way
The orchestra now as one

Vibrations pounding in my heart
Sweet cellos and harps sing
Two dueling clarinets take front stage
Silhouetted angels...

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Thumbs Up To The Journey

At the footbridge as it bridges past from present future and perspectives your
feet might be-come and may be-go confused be-fuddled as can your mind before
the shadows rainbows feathered fancy pastel tunes and blues-bound colours
can memories anticipation taking-stock ooze pots and lots...

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The walls open their eyes just as
the mantises begin to weave
a loving celestial vibe, incensing
the onset of this boundless drive
Not questioning if one will retain
sentience, escaping for a time
confinement within her hive

With machine-like serpentines 
propelling their mega metallic craft
exerting complex magically carved
oaken ores 
opening dimensional gateways
ascending...

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You were like the proud king lion,
Strong with thick main, 
No hair out of place deliberately.
Constantly parading by your pack; 
Commendation stood tall in there, 
No questions, phraseology or rubs, 
The podium harmonised plans, 
To scrub up for an alighting, 
Before medium light settled; 
Hereward...

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Predict every possible way for a world war to break out and prevent them

In times of need 
set up the dominos of disaster

dont think there is no god in control with a plan 
and a blue print

and when the scripts come out for the world...

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4. 
the sex-appeal of the telephone 
and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-crows 
are all harmonised seamlessly 

the noon in the blood 
is flowing along the river 

all the dialogues are covered 
with misspelling of men and women 

the tailors want to increase life 
cutting...

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My palette is my imagination. 
I paint pictures with my words. 
Swirling colours of composition. 
Mixing metaphors - agitating them 
with the paintbrush in my mind. 

My vocabulary is my keyboard. 
Trilling notes of expression. 
Crescendo of composition... 
tumbling, falling....allegro, or 
andante, and harmonised in...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue is not a hut queuing, a cart horse dancing in...

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It all began as normal
The fiddler's practice session.
Lively rousing tunes
Were his prime obsession.

A frog leapt suddenly with a croak
On the final rise of the bow.
" Keep playing! We'll collaborate! "
He ordered with a bellow.

The fiddler laughed and asked the frog,
" Do you know any songs?...

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Verse 1
There's a father in heaven, who always leads me by the hand
Who picks me up if I would fall, a father who always understands
He takes me to his dwelling place, where I can go to seek his face
His face
I have found my hope in...

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Inherently people are prone to pry 
Wherever there is more than meets the eye. 


Black and white, by patent definition, 
Dazzle in latent opposition.
Byproduct of a shady interplay - 
Panoply of 50 hues of grey. 

The contrast between black and white 
Is not as trite...

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I felt the sunshine from ochre swirl, it set my face alight,
It tumbled from the whitest pearl, as I remembered about delight.
The cooling of the deepest seas, that could illuminate the dark,
Held me in their empathy, in some dream I will gladly embark.

A soft tone...

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