Best Mandolins Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met a Silhouette behind a sultry smile – 
She gazed with...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles and motor bikes
    Crosswalks, signs, and steps...

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"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher perch
than snakes and ladders
than ground level entry

the floor is plentiful
the...

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The sound of baroque  fills the air
the lively beats one can hear 
 as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance  upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy field
as snow cascade down...

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In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
Can you feel the adrenaline?
Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore.
Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before.
The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
It's not on...

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"Little Beaks"



A voice in the tumble clouds
deep silver crackles like thunder threads

Clouds of starlings 
Blacken the eggshell blue sky
drowns many
A little beak

Heartbeats morph
together murmurate
vacillate their minds to unify
wings that hum like bees

A dance of seduction 
envelops Blue Sky

The unseen
Superlunary 
shatters the reversing 
unrehearsed reverie

The Hidden...

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A lovely day is over now
As Ren Faire comes to a close
As whimsical stories are told by all
Faire goers share the keepsakes they chose

Now there is quiet in the woods 
Wide-eyed children must now leave 
The crackling campfires start to burn fierce
As wild tales begin...

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The Neapolitan tarantella
is a folk dance very graceful and lively,
it was inspired by someone having been 
bitten by a poisonous Taruntula.


It's fast up-beat tempo
induces a frenzied dance in a solo,
or a couple...and as they dance they sweat out
the poison of the spider's bite.


Grandma used to...

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POETIC LYRICS BY Janine Hoops Andress and Renata Andress
(So they're single...so what?)(What better way to celebrate women?)



Poetic Lyrics...and their fools...dost a fool and his easy nickel 
Make sense...any sense?
Poetic Lyrics...and their fools...donneth not...ANY CLOTHES
Make sense...any sense?
If Romeo loved Juliet...then Juliet KNEWETH...

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Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in that distant land few
Have ever been
Or ever seen


We'll sail away...

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Take my hand come fly with me 
Come dance on the moon and the stars
They're playing our song on mandolins
And strumming their little guitars

Come sail with me we'll take to the sea
I promise it'll be worth your while
Tap into your soul as I gaze in...

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I love the songs of working people played 
In cabins and at dances, and along 
Highways where the vagabonds wander by,
Unchanged since days of early English song.
The English, Celtic minstrelsy can never die
As long as mandolins and fiddles cry
The ancient ballads of true love turned...

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Cripples make music with old, worn out digits and voices tarnished with age.
only slightly crippled, generally slight due to gravity
Play guitars and mandolins in a barn turned church,
Not banging on wheelchairs or walkers.
Praise the lord in song, glossy eyes mysterious
Perhaps a deep state of meditation...

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Hear the music in mid-flight,
A soft trophy moment as 
Melodies of mandolins and violins weave together;
Listening and watching
My eyes and ears follow
As starry night sky and music
Create a personal sanctuary;
In unison the strings blend
And rejoice while proclaiming and
Communicating without words;
The recital ends in a whisper...

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Reena gazed at the evening in the melting twilight
Oranges splattered in the sinking sunlight
Mandolins playing lovely diminuendo
A rustling breeze leaving messages
Night emerging from the passing evening
Toni enters with the smiling bouquet of the roses
Indian ocean accompanying him 
Cuddle calls the blue moon deep inside the...

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