Harpsichords Poems - Poems about Harpsichords

...Some sounds are sinewy toes scratching drum skins, a pigeon shuffle-dance on unseen roofs, a clatter in the flap and coo. Rose bushes are mute, until they have lost their heads then they sque......Read More

...clatter-claws scratching drum skins. Pigeons are the worst. Rose bushes sit quietly all summer then only after they have lost their heads do they squeak and squawk all night. Dry joints crunch do......Read More

...When alone in a quiet space still the distant slamming of doors, or the rattle of castanets confirm that the world is not shut out but just moving from room to room, soon it will burst through ......Read More

... Clatter claws cascade downward into listening drums. Pigeons are the worst. Rose bushes sit quietly all summer then only after they have lost their heads do they scratch and squark nightly. ......Read More

...The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table ......Read More

...THE BIRTHDAY OF A BABY KING Fairy stars twinkling in the sky so high Banishing the dark clouds, who leave with a sigh Lacy snowflakes form a white cloak over the earth In readiness for a......Read More

...Serenade a song bird then. Go on. It's great. Sit in trees or on rocks. Very pleasurable it is. Thank not a tank. Think not a tripod angling in with money. It is never wise to eradicate pollen. And p......Read More

...Walruses play mostly happy tunes on harpsichords but melons cannot dance in tight fitting dresses. Beats which are benign are neither breaking nor booming to a ghostly gibbon. Whose antics in trees a......Read More

...Villanelle: Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune Does he who strums vocal chords show them the ropes Whoever wields the bato......Read More

...She lay on a black velvet bed, With black roses engulfing her face, That face so pale as moonlight, her lips red, A mirage she is, waiting for his embrace, So silent, a shadow, he enters the ......Read More

...Like most everyone, I meet at times a task that I regret--one that I with passion will embrace but soon must face instead my nagging lack of skill and fortitude. I sit. In self-indulgence m......Read More