Best Trebles Poems

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From a single word
the Divine bestows kismets
of gifts benign, as we look outside
 our tiny molecule of life and feel the roaming
breath of many realms
larger than our jagged existence;

that we are just one, one with beggars,
 thieves, prophets grains, stars… and that we
 will give...

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The forlorn valley seems to beckon me,
Only one cottage midst so many trees,
So many shrubs where nightingales are wont
To find repose in any place they please.

Few are those that visit the bleak, sad vale,
And hear the sweet song of the nightingales,
Their trebles with high and...

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Trapped in a sonic boom
Sound ignites the airwaves
Locked in an atomic storm
Light sounds the microwaves

Crushed in a vacuum of thunder
An atmospheric lethal venom
Sending lightning bolts under
An encapsulating panoramic serum

With blistering speed and power
The purple mist takes form 
A global charged tower
Hope blinded to a dark...

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A-MUSE

My inspiration is a Muse
who stirs me when my mind is bleak
to conjure up a mental fuse
igniting thoughts that I will seek

coherent schemes of words that soothe
creating words as poets do
with words as crude as well as smoothe
her cradled words awating you 

a whispering Calliope
resounds...

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Two closed doors
and the distance
the width of a wall.

Two voices, one yours
the trebles are normal
as they rise and fall.

In this moment
you aren't going crazy.
In this moment 
what you say makes perfect sense.

I can pretend
you're saying anything
but what you're saying
when I hear muffled voices.

I think of:
black...

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It'll never be just words
When the edges cut through me
There's years of mirrors behind those eyes
Nothing is said just casually

Our story was meant to be forever
It's messy but it had authenticity
Can't call back the gravity
That singsong trebles flowed freely 

They'll be casualties
Can't retrace the blood...

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La                                            ...

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Lesson as a child is an inborn
It's of course right in the bone.
Like the early privilege souls:
Shakespeare, Yeast and Milton.
They are the history of years that sings in me.

Come down to Africa
Not only did their poetry sings 
Some note to my possession
Likewise, their marbles, trebles...

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My mind is like a well read novel--
and the pages there are torn,
rustling, crunching, crackling noises
from whence my thoughts were born.

A thousand words, a thousand more--
fill my brain with beautiful silence,
round and round like a merry go round,
my betraying voice of violence.

My mind is like...

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A life, so amplified
in screaming rock and roll

From troubled home,...trebles honed
Legend grew as bold as love

He played plugged in, beneath the night
Of midnight lamp, ...yet still alone
And we will see a future of a thousand years
still screaming glory that he'll never know



for Raul's contest: "Jimi...

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From the cobbled shores where distant memories and drawn
From the loneliest heights where the second never lies
From empty streets where dreams play unseen
From where all that was lost gently hugged more than before
From every spiteful thought that suffocated all that was yours
From a vacuum of...

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sing mi because you love mi
sing mi o'er and o'er again
make mi feel wanted
sing mi wiff yo friends
take your time throught the
verses, stanzas, and the chorus too.
sing mi over and over
like real lovers do!
Express yo happiness e'er time we meet.
love is the expression, this song...

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Butterflies of quavers and trebles and clefs, 
Flutter all over her breast,
Creating a gentle, melodious hum, 
Whenever she’s completely undressed,

Filling the room with a shade of her soul, 
Becoming a beautiful dance,
A dance that sways and floats and wafts, 
Seducing me in a love trance,

As...

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The water is rising towards the shore.  
Like a cradle, it rocks me gently,
Easing me with its gentle embrace.
The hug of the sea.

My ears are filled with new sounds,
Listening to the harmonic trebles and
The symphonic bass of the waves.  
The voice of the...

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I love the waves
I love the sun diving in their womb
I love its reflection glistening in crests and troughs
I love the firmament painted in hues no hand can ever match
I love how they come to me
how they weep with me
laugh with me
and listen to me.
And...

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