Best Intonations Poems

A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of  tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying  spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong! 

Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia,...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with finger
Voice doesn’t malinger!
He strums with thumb
He’s loud, he’s not dumb!

There’s...

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an orchestrated night glitters 
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks 
fingered on silver keys

the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing

in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with...

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I listened to his heart profusely, 
For a beat like his was much to ponder
I often wondered, his thoughts, and,
A light in me knew, with wretched wonderment
What the whispers in his mutterings meant to me

They promised no salvation
And they lusted more than I could possibly...

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Chiromancer


Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice
The intonations gather which
The tears have shed
For gratitude released their happiness 

I loved you some when in another life
Where the pink purple forest bows
Hung their silver leaven halls
In marble sunsets painted wash on cloistered walls

Their reminiscence of Arabian ankle...

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the ether is alive with oscillations
          pulsations and electric frequencies
              satellite and shortwave intonations
     invisible, yet carried on the...

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"Though passing through sad and sombre times, let us be gladdened by the joy and peace Xmas brings"- by Poet

She felt the kicks, this time more intense
A mother’s primal instinct told her thus;
‘Can travel no further, need a place 
To rest and ease your birth...

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Where Has All The Beauty Gone?

There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses,
Which exhale as a listless leviathan exhales,
Basking in the swishing waters off the windy capes, 
Naked,...

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1. Her intonations and vast vocabs are so sharp
on this impossible slope, I’ll reduce the gap
such crush from all gives a sense of stability
she knows and is glad to flaunt her facilities
so attractive, her words are also voluptuous
satisfying my fantasies makes her virtuous
of my great...

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By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013 
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah

Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off 
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no...

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Trying to understand:
in  an information culture,
evocation is more important;
explicit saying  counts against us.
People need to be well
into believing
being educated is more
than information:
less hypnotized
the incoherencies and
what they’re saying,
the musicality
of people’s voices
and intonations;
would get more
from them.
Effectively, psychoanalysis is
something other, not the coherences;
it listens for words
that...

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I’m sick of hearing that guns don’t kill --
Without an assault-style weapon in his hand
no bullets would have been fired in Uvalde, Texas.
Nineteen children would be alive and happy;
Two fine teachers would be grading papers!

Trample me down, if you really must,
but these children were blown...

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A Woman’s Voice

Enter the universe after the billions of eons
Girls grow from it on a song  
Evolve with perfect sound and pitch into a woman
Their voice is everything the universe is not

Men adore the cosmic storm and war
But prefer the soft sensuous sounds
The perfect...

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I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
          rivers.
    ...

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you stare ...

wink, and walk over to me
leaving your circle of admirers in disbelief
sullied manner, (and skin), of a Magdaline
prospect, differently indifferent
(a vestal view of Heaven)
faultless form, lulling the room with your sway
smile dressed in coral bows, blossomed
I say hello ... (hello back)
then stumble like...

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