Cymbals Poems | Examples

Our Claim to Fame

“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”

When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave 
But like a courteous host behave. 

Do not waver and do not droop 
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.

When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with all your heart and soul.

If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space 
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout 

When death comes and it’s time to go 
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
 
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
 And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.

Carousel Ride

the clock strikes dusk 
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks 
to set the scene on fire

crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night

under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides 
galloping through infinity

then drums snare with cymbals 
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony

laughter jingle 
as the circle twirls
and the colourful world dissolve 
to a colourless blur

Take Time to Stay

Fuchsia gives light to the cobalt blue sky   
As the doves sing a lullaby
One tree frog croak while cricket chirps
And woodpecker's cymbals add their touch 

Close your eyes and feel the cool
Open your heart, let the damp morn in
Enjoy the touch and feel that's so real
Be in the moment, a chance to relish, feel

Negative emotions that are inside let them release
Open your soul to all nature's peace
As doves rear their squab
Soon fly away in the bevy

Ignore the survival in the wild
Sit, soak up the atmospheric pleasure awhile
Rest and let life pass by
Just a moment or two, give it your best

Time to revel in beauty, grace, quiet and stillness
Just a few minutes prepares one for the day
Nature invites take time to pray

Yesterdays

The shuttlecock's not got a feather
my balls have lost their tether
yo-yo and hula hoop have gone for a loop
chasing rainbow's become a boring chore
in any kind of weather
and me I fling and fly frisbees no more
as now there's come the day
when games and music I can't play
the fiddle has a broken bow
out of wind such instruments
I know not how to blow
the guitar has no strings attached
the ukulele its self-same match
my drums I don't bang or bash
cymbals won't ride or crash
yet measure for measure
I treasure and love
the previously provided pleasure
by all of the above

final destiny

a crashing and thrashing
slamming and jamming
they fit together like lithium batteries in a robot
drummer is smashing the drums
cymbals crash
their eyes meet

forces beyond their control urge them
they are in each other’s arms now
a predestined destiny
a coupling magnified by crashing and thrashing
slamming and jamming
beyond steampunk
final destiny

ABYSS

  ABYSS 

Abyss, a Place of Redemption
solace space curling then unfurling 
here we sail drowsy dark seas
no boats or oars, unaccompanied
converse with walrus and whales 
black shimmers silent, we brook it

Abyss, a cloak of protection as 
alchemy distills gross, grime, goo
a thousand fingers unseen sew broken 
pieces of Life, loosen patronising hooks
Angels of  Abyss appear as they wish
gentle as all other, except their wings are midnight blue, gathering loose threads
snapped nerves, false cues

Lady Nad visits here on occasion 
casting charming spells with cymbals 
duduks, flutes, xylophone  
silence unscathed holding sound 
we covet glimmer darkness, black coffee
 it holds us safely swarthy 

sardine swim inquisitive 
incognito, poke tired flesh 
individuated personalities shine 
examine mine 
 we attune to  F o r e v e r  together 

Abyss, a place of activation 
no shadowy stagnation or sirens
no pothole sidles or humans with 
placards, test tubes or empathy labels
  no boundary walls at all

humming droning buzzing
om oomm ooommm om 
I recognise Cosmic sound
protected, fall deeper 
into black abyss 
bliss

The Circus Narrative

she hears the cheering,
the big drums, the cymbals
and daddy’s narrative.

…hears the crowd’s laughter,
the clown’s are after.

her heart beats rapidly
    at the possibility

    that the pail
could contain

confetti or water
…the blind muses.

she sees
what she calls gray,

the big elephant
on parade.

she’s so high
on a tightwire -

she exhales clouds.
she sees more than

the audience.
she breathes

the embodied-air
of excitement.

Murmurs of the Damned

Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh.  
Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols.  
Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash—  
Taken to the surface, unleashed by a cacophony of demonic cymbals.  
Now, time suddenly stops by this grotesque swash.  
War is waged, and humanity becomes a mere memento, just a collection of broken trinkets in otherworldly drawers, like lost thimbles.

WALLS

Four beige walls
Streaked with yellow tar
Of too many smokes
Kerouac waiting with Brautigan on shelf
Once the mongrel beat
Long forgotten

And the jazz plays cymbals taps flare
Chaka boom chaka boom chaka boom
While 88's like crystal wail
To the beat baby babe
 To the beat

On the road to desolation
The vision spoke
Looking through doorways at mountains

The jack,man, the jack 
Had this feel,ya'know
This running flow like jazz

Keeps coming alive
Chaka boom
Can't you feel it
Miles swings down dig

Walls that stain the darkness
THE TOKYO-MONTANA EXPRESS
We're all up on desolation
Lookin' down

Sutures

Lightning sutures me
not leaving a single scar;
My smile starts to glow;

To myself I say,
‘Everything will be alright.’
Such a clear cut sign;

Natural cymbals
back up my internal source;
A shove towards peace;

Rebuilt but still tough,
the Sun’s bright after hard rain;
Sound renegade survivor;

Deep down hope keeps us alive,
right into storms we nosedive.

Stray Thoughts

The clairvoyant could be a schizophrenic
or is it the other way around.
Mind cymbals of the mime must be unbearably loud
flowers are for glade and not the lapel of blue clowns.
Is it better for a stray to be forever chained down
or go running off with a pack of the unfound. 
After death are we whisked off to heaven
or does the soul shatter against a Blackwall
the afterlife maybe an empty warehouse after all.
Is faith just a mirage for the eternally weak
or is it a gilded pathway to the purist of all kings.

Fearless

Fearless 
I am not afraid of the future
The mystery  it holds.
Lurking in the shadows, uncertain.
Bring with it,  when it comes: 
the crashing of a thousand cymbals
the roll of the drums,waves in my ears
roar of the seas, extravaganza.
The whine of the violin
the sadness,the  loneliness
the despair,the tears.
The strumming of the guitar
your fingers moving
the fret  of my love, humming.
Blow like the bugles
the horn in splendour!
Wake my soul ,my spirit
soar  like the eagles ,nesting
the new morn, its delights.
Breathe like the flute,
my lips over you  
the nights ,the fervor,
the longing ,the passion unfold.
Bring in the organ,the piano
the tempest of  the waltzes
the hues,  the strains  
filling  the  spaces, unseen .
Chants like the prayers,
rending  my being,
 lead me, from this life to the next.
I am not afraid of the future,
the storms it creates,
neither should you .
Stay,be a rhapsody.





I

Boiling Over Walt Marie

I find myself searching for the sea;
Floating;

Mavericks break upon the shore
inside;

Cymbals splatter inchoate foam;
Symbols; 

Teahupoo surf behind lowered eyes,
splash in;

Welcome to boiling over nature,
my head.

My Love

Your skin glows like apple blossoms crispy as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your cymbals voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name.
The evening ascends in on a great vulture wing.
I am calmed by your heavy ducking that I carry into the twilight of money beams and hold next to my pancreas.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of coke-a-cola.
As my heart falls from your brain, I am reminded of your frown.
In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring.
My heated gallbladder breathes inside my feet. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret toes so that we may seek as one, gallbladder to gallbladder, in search of the glorious rust sensual tools of love.

Poetry soup has a section on here that you can use called, "The love poem generator". I put in some words and boy did I laugh. LOL...

DANCING RAINDROPS

As the parched earth sighed
Mother nature orchestrated
The grandest show on earth
Thunder rolled on invisible drums
Cymbals of lightening clapped
As dancing raindrops lined up
To cool down the heat of the sun
Curtains of  dark clouds parted
As dancing raindrops twirled
And descended unfurled
Smoothing out the rumpled leaves 
Sliding down window panes 
Smoothing out those heated frowns 
Dancing raindrops whirling into town
A raindrop catching it’s breath
Sitting on a blooming flower
Sparkling in the twilight hour
Raindrops hurdled together
In little muddy pools children 
Splashing laughter so  cool
Catching silent raindrops in
Little hands with little help
From the wind reeling out
Raindrops from a giant spool! 

18.6.24 ( FIRST PLACE)

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