Harpsichords Poems - Poems about Harpsichords

...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......Read the rest...

...you always had a way with words like Amsterdam whose running rhymes of bicycles and harpsichords and bridges over canals caused us both to steer each other's hold to mouths whose distance was ......Read the rest...

...Damp bed in the sky, mourning doves are weeping for the half-awake are fully sleeping. Clouds sink, misty-eyed they trace their own puddles. A once barking dog falls silent forever. The ......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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. To......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...