Best Sharps Poems

Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder
A gentle firm touch
Ancient fingers stretching awake
And for that moment in time, I receive you
My body marinates in...

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MUSIC

The rythme progresses through me
Reaching to depths unknown
Leading me to another realm
Only I have ever gone

A place of solitude
Where I can be free
For my soul...

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NATURE'S PSALMS

Is Beethoven's ensemble fairer than nature's psalms?
Amidst a crowning sun: ears and eyes are drugged,
drenched with tender notes, orchestrated by greens,
inhale deep, the aromatic...

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"Deep Duet"



When I write I feel my fingers tapping keys

In my mind they are stroking black notes and ivory

You are sitting with me 

Place your...

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Tiny eyelids flutter ...
The orbs beneath, busy with their magical meanderings,
Monochromatic piano keys gently holding up your cherub cheeks.
I wonder, Squeaker, so close to the...

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[Capitalized words are titles of some delightful poems by Sam
Kauffman, each followed by a line from that poem]


How Can This Be - a thousand pieces...

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Not just what I expected but beyond
Scenery so appealing there’s no word to describe this
No such thing as uncomfortable or timid 
Only invitation, simplicity, liberation,...

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The night holds such gray, when beating wave and tortured sky compete
      "Still round the corner there may wait, a...

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I've met myself 
many times coming and going...

generally a quick smile
and respectful nod – seldom
pausing to chat, both of us
longing for more together 
company

I (me/myself)...

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Somewhere beyond your misty horizon
where clouds bow low to receive the sun's benediction
of brilliant amethyst and gold-rimmed glory,
and where wind shapes the sharps and flats
of...

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I played my part, in the praise of the Lord,
Standing by the choir box, on my own accord,

Deft hands created a heart, centuries old,
With gilded...

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A red helium balloon
                     ...

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He calls- seldom I answer
They feel stiff.
He cries- seldom I console
They feel weak.

He knocks for entrance 
Though inside he lives
He enters- He observes me smiling
I...

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I hear the music calling me
From the smooth and shiny rows of keys
The ebony and ivory
And all the melodies between
‘Come!’ it says, ‘And play a...

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Faberette
is the name of my wild
and incorrigible cat...
down the stairs she scurries
to keep intruders off my door; 
and she, with her sharps claws,
challenges the most...

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