Best Percussive Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a s e d 
around circular seasons 
across sky-cycles of solstice...

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Kind of Blue…

Slinking into a still hue of blues 
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs 
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt 
 Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars 
Blue moods of so...

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In the box with overpowered silence
Dripping with sweaty tension
Wanting glory…fearing three

Those eyes precise measured quarry
Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready
Stilly prepared…ironed gripping

White pale streak of the assailing foe
Red seamed threads spinning unseen
Coursing in…aimed true

A crack that exhales the collective breathe
Eruption within the faceless crowd
Cacophony…movement’s...

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Reverberations

Moist, heavy air settled upon my skin
tauntingly teasing undulating hair.
Reaching out I clutch at the mocking wind
as its fading coolness flees into cloud

my tongue tasting the torment of the air
inhaling brimstone scented vibration
roiling within a billowing terror
striking in a blinding flash of fury

trembling as reverberations...

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Xanadu may exude such percussive bliss
Youthful romps and a coy stolen kiss
Lightly tapping in jaunty melifulous splendor
Orpheus muse prances playfully tender
Pounding with swift light jazzy flourishes
Heart and soul the xylophone nourishes
Oblivious to troubles I cannot stop my feet
Notions of love brightly swing to the beat
Each...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent.
Friendship withered away with the lapse of time,
Moon...

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"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards 
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos 
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green 

Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass
Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a...

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Confidence,a radiant aura that defines him 
Even whilst holding dear Jes playing a tune on a whim 
It exudes and transcends his playing flaws until- 
All you can hear turns symphonic like Beethoven 
And his candidness,with each string,becomes proven 

Laudable,is his love and passion for...

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I went to heaven before my time,
In dentist’s chair through sky did climb,
And in his goodness, verve and youth
The dentist took dull pain from tooth

And when the empty clot in gum,
Said write your name and date on bum,
He must have felt my life a poem,...

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Already the leaves are staining red,
Blood, too thin, seeps through taut skin,
Capillaries weak walled and weeping;
Dying Summer bows proud head,
Emptied of green glory;
Filled, fiery cauldrons blaze red-orange,
Golden flamed tongues glowing.
How harsh that she must fly
Into the great beyond,
Jettisoned like a human soul
Killed before its time.
Letting...

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No Exit
musicians hide behind scarring sounds
beyond madness
beyond folly
beyond Somewhere Everywhere

dance with delirious determination
through fragments of melodious folly

dissonant dulcimers declare 
repetitive chords
within punctuated digital drones

repetitive beyond vibration
vibrating beyond repetition

percussive rituals vibrate 
beyond inflated vaudevillians 
mutating into
mad cacophonous comedic collisions

rituals beyond vibrating cacophony
rituals behind chaotic vibrations

deranged vibraphones...

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I close my eyes to all the despair and worldly strife...
I sit and rock in my little rocking chair; ear buds tightly inserted like a life saving prosthetic...
I let the world rush by as I immerse myself into my last refuge... 
The bass and treble......

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Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains bellow
O'er from silent gun, percussive waves billow

Youthful glint on glimmering...

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After dark, the prosaic comes alive
morphed by a klieg lit stage—
at once, both peaceful and kinetic.

A neon world of predator and prey,
through my viewfinder
garish greens and vivid reds
play with the afterglow of twilight sky.

I try to capture saccharin sweetness
and the promise of forbidden fruit.
I thrill...

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Black diamond, fools gold,
overpriced and undersold.

Falling vices, rising prices,
and all the things that we are told.

Percussive concussion, concussive percussion,
endless discussion.
 
A round of applause for revealing your flaws,
your sin serves to feed them their spin.
If you had our fears, if we gave you our hopes,
we'd...

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