Harpsichords Poems - Poems about Harpsichords

...Three harpsichords dance in kaleidoscopic sound. Our Johann Sebastian paints colors that abound, radiantly prancing in patterns so profound.......

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...O emptiness of space, thy harpsichords. Whole? Panels out of place, looking-glasses smashed. Bitter winds, thy frost. Sickness, dole, O soul. Chaffy grain beneath the tired thresher slashed. Turm......

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...Spirits of the woodland deep. Gather, please, at gate. Shadow, dark fire, through me seep! Hummingbirds can hate! Where the prickly pear was grown? Deep beneath a lake. Where the angry god wa......

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...inside of twenty takes dirty filled frames no resolution to me the family that a ugly call me cat purrs on approach welcome spat too literal gotta reclamation eye's cried so much relief b......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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