Best Mandolin Poems

Sometimes in life we can only see
something in our minds such as a memory. 
A scent, a sound, a word or a tune, 
can bring...

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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,...

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Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry

Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement 
Delectable daredevil demigods

Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction  
Exquisite...

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Continued from Part 2
Ah Consuela! I’m watching as lightning at midnight in green Spanish eyes
kindles cracks within crystals like flashes from pistols
                 residing inside of...

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How I would love to dance with you along the Naples bay,
And then escape towards our restaurant beyond the archway.
Listen, as they play love songs...

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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...

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For Sofia Coppola

  
The epitome of serenity 
lies just beneath the foot of me 
sashaying through the sweet, clean grass  
White linen bathes...

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for King Wen, circa 1151-1143 B.C.E. – with seven mind-bending kowtows

There where you had no occasion for play
There in your confined Ming I space
Where change...

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Forgive me my beloved, if I love you too much,
obdurate emotions yearn for your tender touch.
Remembering the time I first heard your voice,
excited senses were...

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You tango, you twirl in tangerine tails, 
With ragged red’n’black blouse and shoes
Little leather flimsy flopsy boots with dinky tink balls, 
Balls that ding a...

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Now the wagons rolled out of Missouri,
Heading west on the Oregon Trail,
Through the blizzards and ice-covered mountains,
And the winds, and the rains, and the hail.

We...

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Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the...

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Each morning when I rise before dawn
Before I open closed eyes I may see
The essence of my soul’s *etheric body
That dwells deeply inside of me.

As...

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Chistu uaglione 'nquiet che guard luntano e aspett...          
sta c'ercan chella femmena sincera che tut
e pene...

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How large the pearlescent sun seems today.
Yet it is dying, its flaming rays ineffective.
After a long hot day, tired, it must be spent.
So patiently it...

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