Harpsichord Poems - Poems about Harpsichord

...Generation, slide like land? Fall into the sea? Toil, tamarind! Much is planned! So then, file my plea! Weather, looking bad of late. Volcanic my hate! Cross the world or just the strait? Be......

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...Spark, sail into flame. Never again. Melt into miracle, common stuff of roads. Light, transcending is sorrow. Cold, seize my heart. Love, consume. Once, dream, talk in waves of sound. Stars of t......

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...Aim dead center, O aeon! Era, this is now. Ergo, O my stern scion; Come to anyhow! Looking-glasses are like wind. Reality grinned. Terror, tiger, tamarind! Sacred til he sinned... Gaunt t......

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...Soon, O toil? Take, tamarisk? Athlete, hurl disc! Flickering fog in fine-kept frisk! Blessings in the brisk! Amiable heaven, hell: What to do about? Blood congeal and ichor gel! Set fire to ......

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...Flame-featured twilight, illuminate fast! Young are the dreams of humanity vast! Age is a mystery museums kept. Poets and prophets in agony wept... Core of the harpsichord, pyramid-shaped. Moorl......

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...Cataclysm, disaster! Calamity, come! Fate of mankind, I, master! Doom and Death, thy drum... Gore upon the altar? Somebody needs to go. Nerves within, do not falter! Cease, heartbeat, post s......

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...Thought, with intelligence? When? How about the proof? Setting fire to where and when? Devil, art aloof? Fire inspiration, thy pun. What to do for fun? Good sense, laddie, and reason! Fly no......

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...Harpsichord in heaven? Cubic or spherical? Bread, O baker? Leaven. Just flicker as you fall... Dancing lights apace in space? Watch them in her face. Ghost, vanish without a trace! Gold, cas......

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...Harmonious is not a horrid homogenized concoction, pulsed and blitzed in a blender mixer, until the notes and flavors meld and gel set. Instead it is a polyphonic pitch ensemble, a juxtaposition ......

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...Long nights transcribe me into a clacking music. Harpsichord bones and broken keys, nailed to an out of time tune. A somnambulant self-winding pipe-organ, whistles as it pushes moments arou......

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...You maybe my fiancce But my wedding plans ain't with you I am that whore you Imaged Surreal but it's true. The es of your Conversation The cheater you Made into The whore that you Loved ......

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..."The sound of earth is the Music of my Soul" Songs of the Earth will fill my ear and bathe my soul in colors sheer. Tender music of distant shore; waves remind of time gone before ......

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...I have always lived in this house. Yet, these floors I don’t seem to remember. From parlour to pantry there were once rugs from Persia and Minton tiles of cherry in the halls. Now the boards are ......

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...(A Marriage of Poems) A single glance is an expression enough with eyes dotted with its punctual punctuation. A sigh deep enough in loves' trough that a trance can turn it blue, if only a be......

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...After a long walk I transcribed myself into piano music. All night a harpsichord had been jangling nerves, rattling the same baroque concerto over and over again. I count I-100, then start ov......

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