Concertina Poems - Poems about Concertina

...The Friday that is here today was here yesterday, of course. That's what getting older seems to be, to do: today was yesterday was the day before and before. It's my weekly washday today - w......Read the rest...

... The aroma of mellow gardenias, the dance of a ballerina, the sound of an Italian concertina Purple, shaded, toe shoes that glide across a stage with footlights and an applause of ......Read the rest...

...I ponder whose hands concertina time. Sometimes my brain wakes up 40 years younger for a few moments I am vital, perfectly formed and a smile for every eye. Other times though, I arrive in the wo......Read the rest...

...Summer sky sparkles under huge bursts of light Spiraling rockets and rainbows of color delight Kiddie rides and merry-go-rounds spinning around While roller coasters lift one high off ......Read the rest...

...Ranks of glossy printed editions squeezed into a concertina of space. The acrylic smell of new books is cordite to my nose. Then in softer contrast, the musky ambiance of the old and well-thum......Read the rest...

... FINGERDANCE I remember finger dancing as a young ballerina. Why I could, leap, twirl, fly in the air to the sound of an orchestra or even a concertina! As......Read the rest...

...I did not plan to be a single cell amoeba or this me, a conglomerate jigsaw of a being a million times removed from primordial goo. I was peacefully inanimate at times endowed only with a little ......Read the rest...

...Some are born by paupers Their struggle starts at infancy; With dried-up bottoms And washed-out concertina ribs, Yet their rust-colored teeth find solace On their mother’s shriveled breasts. ......Read the rest...

...The soul as resident under the celestial tent, where the pleasure spectator benches rent. Flowered horses with petite ballerina, cute monkeys with funny hats playing the concertina. Jumping tide......Read the rest...

...The ‘classics’ section is not small. Ranks of tightly printed editions squeeze a concertina of time. The glossy acrylic smell of new books is cordite to my nose, I dodge a graphic array of explo......Read the rest...

...Space Polka We heard there was a dance at the Planet Pulaski this Saturday night, called for a space cab with delight. The domed community center was hopping, Stanislaus Brodsky Band played ......Read the rest...

...UDELNAYA MARKET 6:30 PM 6 30 and not yet all gone - Shadows lengthening, Suns light in eyes, still Difficult to see the end . Flowers of the day now dried petals, Empty boxes, blowing ......Read the rest...

...SE PROMENER Down by the River Seine, where light abounds come take a walk with me, a sheer delight, just listen to the distant flowing sounds of Paris coming to another night; to hear a distan......Read the rest...

...THE RIVER OF NO RETURN The Rue St. Germain is alone and still though cool is the night with a summer chill the fog from the Seine comes right up the hill and street lamps dance the whole night......Read the rest...

...Tonight, I miss God, though I doubt he IS; All sense of Providence stripped away Like my wife’s gray smock last time I saw her Walking naked and welted to showers From whence the sole cleansing i......Read the rest...