Best Three Quarter Poems

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Here on the night before yesterday’s dream,
twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream,
happily taking a seat

Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing,
strumming a toadstool...

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Softly the keys find a resonance pure, softly
adrift o’er a metronome stream, adrift
past the harmonies, three quarter time, past
dreamers and slumbering chords shimmered gleam, where...

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I drink from the chalice
in light of the day,
a goblet of crystal
on endless display

Where amethyst rainbows
sing songs in the sand
and sunflower fragrances
walk hand in hand

When...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor...

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Regardless of whom is… 


Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed...

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Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long,...

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Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music

Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered...

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I play my guitar, 
now crying in sevens 
on a cold vacant morning 
with rain on the ground

Sorrowful chords, 
on the strings of emotion
in three...

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MASQUERADE

Promenade    and step!
He as Romeo    she as Juliet
Whirled about wildly in the dance
Met they both – just bumping –...

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They call it three-quarter time
so put your hand in  mine
and we can boogie woogie
all night long.

This syncopated rhythm
is very unforgiving
we'll be working up a...

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I woke up in the middle of the night with tears running from my eyes. I woke up in the middle of the night because...

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My world was young in the 1950's,
before small town America built backyard bomb shelters,
before Woodstock and free love,
when I was just a kid with braids
and...

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What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was...

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We have come to you
Like the sun to the cloud does
Anything you can afford
Please,do,spare us.
We've been under this bridge
even the ants gossips us
Because we share...

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VALSE TRISTE

It’s gotten in my head,
Found some deep, neutral place
(One-2-3, One-2-3, One-2-3)
This haunting, illusive waltz I chase,
(Was it in a flick? I don’t know)
Its rhythm,...

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