Flutes Poems - Poems about Flutes

Gush Potatoes 2 cups of sour cream 5 Tablespoons horseradish 1?2 cup of white cheddar 1 Cup of grated parmesan heavy cream 3 tablespoons of lemon juice 1 tablespoon of lemon zest 1 Tablespoon of red pepper flakes 1 teaspoon of of fish stock 4 cloves of minced garlic 4 green onions 1/2 cup of minced herbs ( thyme, rosemary,, parsley, dill,oregeno and tarragon) 2 grated hard boiled...

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It's what you may think I miss you when I blink it's sounds crazy to say but don't ever go away Broken arrows Cupids failed aint everytime that love prevails play in summer prepare for fall it's still applies Love onquers all take some time out be each others freinds say I do to the preacher before your family and freinds Just remember sometimes Cupid fails Not everyone Loves who they wish you often waste...

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and the drums beat, beat, beat and flutes and voices float and the eagle calls me and the wolves howl, howl, howl oh, a wind is whistling, whirling, whispering come, come, come and in the stillness I am an Ojibway girl seeking my lost heritage I bow to the grandfather spirits in the sky telling them with respect that I am trying to find my place and the drums...

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Love is golden And so are the flits of the flutes Long wobbles and short darts Together tell a story I cannot put into words...

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Ancient flutes made from animal bones They can still be played today Possibly sounding as great as they ever did Some are seven thousand years old Some are two thousand years older than that. Would you like to try one? I am sure there is no bad karma here. Unless these animals were sacrificed only to make flutes. Ready to give it a...

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Soon the clinking of champagne flutes. Midnight cheers with Klimt’s Lady in Gold. 12/31/2020...

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In a jungle From which tree Flutes come No one knows...

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Beyond a sandstorm’s gritty veil, A solitary Bedouin, Like a ghost in a sea of dunes, Rides slowly along in the dusk. The singing of rababah strings Mimic the cooling evening winds; Tambourines and flutes sound sadly From the...

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Medieval Flutes Strings and lutes Playing to my whims She the student I, the old one with musical overtures She knows, she knows Myself captivated yet I cant let it show She knows, she knows We play roulette, I love, she gives romance a go I kiss her lips Telling her this is but a seasons fading desire My love is true; her blue eyes...

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On the little long dying cherry tree the flutes of autumn play on a beautiful august day that sees its ending a long way away. The russet vies with Lincoln green to be seen to play the more appealing tune. Oh why when these flutes turn their colourful tunes it sounds a haunting beauty yet when...

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THESE FLUTES WERE MADE FOR WALKING Stay stagnant right where you are now because as for loving a man I truly don't think you know how I once thought we could get through anything that came our way now I don't...

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a flute played in the rain splashing through puddles of memory as if it were insane they peered from feather huts others from dusty drapes when a cloud halts in spasm a rainbow withers away the postman never noticed, he tossed false sparkle over the growing gray time only takes notice upon deaths tassled sashay or when mud puddles glitter as flutes plays in the rain...

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