Best Legato Poems

                          Your face
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If languages were instruments,
English, the language of my own America,
Would be something like a piano.
Each word is clear and sharp-
When we sing, the note does not waver.
But I suppose it's more fair to say that
English is something like an electronic keyboard
With two hundred different modes...

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On Tour


To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping merrily from a bluff
Like a babe in earth's womb, I am reborn.

Like a dart thrown on a map, may it...

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Dissonance is delegating the intensity in my eyes
Minor chords unveil the passion my body can’t belie 
Eighth notes are lightning sparks that burn my finger tips
And when you play Fminor7 I tend to bite my lips.
I want you to scale my thighs 
the way you...

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SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN

I.	 I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm 
on the windows, the roof, and the pool.
I imagine the circles they make on the water.
expanding in echoes only angels...

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summer symphony serenade song

cricket concertos
 cicadas in choruses~
  summer serenades

bullfrogs beat bass lines
 barn owls hoot bluesy ballads ~
  bars of broken chords

lightning bugs light up
 legato lines of lyrics ~
  lento lullabies

fireflies flit fuoco
 in festivals of folksongs ~
  firelight...

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The words in my head are beautiful.
They are dancing cheek to cheek
with Southern legato or London staccato
with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks,
with native Dutch, straight from the heart. 

The words in my head are reluctant
to stand in line. They like
to dance and play. They like
to...

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Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,

Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,

Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8,...

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Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me...

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Erstwhile his skin was beautiful as an obsidian, with great markings alongside his face, as was the likeness of the Benin people; an imagery so poignant and meaningful.
His shoulders were wide, his back strong and his mind resourceful.
In his quondam years, the mystery of the...

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Legato. Smooth, slow jazz ballads.
The type where you play each note as late as possible.
The type that holds beautiful memories.
The type that will have you unaware that
Your foot is tapping to the beat of the soft drums,
The connected sound of the melody, and easy tone.
Before...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo...

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Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ......

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I have been sequestered amongst the desert sands
like the Israelites before they claimed Canaan
Wandering about right beside my homeland
All for some kind of cosmic lesson or training

    The unsatisfying, brackish water of this cactus
    Has given me just enough...

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The North Beach....

Strolling down the bustling sidewalks, along the embarcadero; tourist and visitors, from 
everywhere

A break from the recent rains; as the sun sheds down its warmth, to kiss our brows 

Just ahead Pier 39, and Fishermans Wharf; amid all of the attractions, sights and...

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