Best Modulates Poems

Winter Sonata 11-29-23
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Winter Sonata

In grave allegro solo grey gathers,
Strings of winter fantasias
Brewing staccatos of frozen fall remnants,
Downbeats for the first movement
As shivering sleet wipes away bucolic barcarolles
Rocking on sapphire barges,
Harbingers of hoarfrost and hibernation,
When leafless boughs conduct the opening motif
To summon deepening darkness
From restrained shadows...

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Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,

Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie

Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination

Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy

Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt

To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic...

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We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.

The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch...

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The Enigmatic Middle C
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Ah Vegas
You call me now
In ways no longer reserved
For asylum jingles or perverse tours of duty
Those missions have been won
Decorated in myth
Perpetuated by views and cues
As wartorn players revel
In memories
Gaunt from melted time
Quantum distance
And duty laden with mirth-like urgency
Oh Vegas
You're still my girl
Always fond of...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show to begin. 
The house lights dim and the stage is spot-lit 
as the musicians take their...

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Sounds
             then
                     silence
a
rhythmic
          ...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show to begin. 
The house lights dim and the stage is spot-lit 
as the musicians take their...

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Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club quickly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim and the stage is spot-lit 
as the musicians take their places. Chatter...

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Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim and the stage is spot-lit 
as the musicians take their places. Chatter...

Continue reading...

...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim and the stage is spot-lit 
as the musicians take their...

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My baby has bi-lateral bonbons.
She modulates her rhythm side to side.
She’s a twenty-mule team moving violation,
Her motives pure as borax, her methods bona fide.   
She stood naked in a shell at her creation,
Now she promenades down Broad Street like a queen.
She claims her...

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When I call and no one's there
When I try to see inside
Will I find an answer
If I look into my heart


(Take me as I am) Look inside of me
(Take me as I am) Whoever it may be
(Take me as I am) Set me free...

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Gone are the bright heroic heads waving along the highway,
Once so psychedelic in their vibrant, vivid display. 
Only to wilt and die during the scorching summer,
Diligent first, by sowing seeds for any future newcomer.
Busy modern mowers deadhead the wavering brilliance.
Yesterday’s showy walkdown modulates their efflorescence.
Each...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club quickly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim and the stage is spot-lit 
as the musicians take their...

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