Dissonant Poems - Poems about Dissonant

...Microtonal mayhem Triple concerto for sirens, drones & bullets groaning ghosts pluck piano strings extramusical praise: present (& past/future) we're going around & round (sings the flute) 0:00 ......

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...Oh! Guitar, what music hides in thy heart, That awaits the touch of my soft fingers. As my digit ends move over thee in quiet, What melody comes, how it my spirit triggers! Every ch......

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...You sound like a fingernail dragged over a blackboard. Every word cast as blackmail from a forked tongue in cheek. Bathed in the vile, bile of diatribe, masticated to be flung as dung expelled. ......

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...I watched every twig, every stick, carefully placed - I watched Every branch left its mark, playing its part like a symphony— melodies whispering notes of peace, while harmonies voice the dis......

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...It's not enough to say, with however much great might, America's Religious Right is wrong to flap fight wings and even bite against Earth's spirit natured Left. All sacred EarthTribe's coul......

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... The melody takes root, a fragile, budding thing, A whisper in the soul, a joy it wants to sing. But silence holds a wisdom deep and vast, Where not all yearnings into music last. Some chord......

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...I lie, naked, cast aside in the shadows, My flesh, bare, crumbles among the carcasses of half-dying thoughts. I stare upon myself— Is this truly I, This forsaken creature, Smiling with bitter ......

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...I am nobody, nothing more or less than a pathetic line of symmetry. In this paradox of existence, a listless, feeble entity. I am nothing more , and nobody for the universe to see. A dissonant......

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...Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone) Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/ Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white ......

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...Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain. We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome, heavy fog in its obscuring fidelit......

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...Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile, A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair— Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry, Treads upon its ......

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... The Irish band was playing on a Vermont Green People brought their outdoor chairs, it was a charming scene I got carried away, tried to sing along But from the looks on the faces, I'd done them ......

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...Spectral light resounding arcs healing theistic justice positively bow toward resonant pantheistic patterned peace and negatively bend against dissonant monodramatic trauma. So too, wealthy......

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... ..for him A little something in the scintilla of soporific smiles you left me beneath dulcet gazing twirls of ballerina stars amongst a moonlit lullaby, sitting in the......

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...Under the enigmatic veil of twilight, where whispering winds unveil ancient secrets, I traverse the caverns of my mind, a traveler in the land of shadows and echoes. The gaze of the future, cold an......

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