Hungarian Poems - Poems about Hungarian

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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY Her hand’s swan-like dance, ivory shadow puppets romance. Hungarian rhapsody. The musician sans existence as emotive fingers move imaginary marionettes with splendiferous precision. Drama drops onto piano keys occasionally taking a gentle stroll then in sensuous sway, sashaying like an exotic dancer. The musician plucks and plinks as if with chameleonic charm, like an angel playing a harp. Her fingers fast walk the keyboard then resound tremulous keys. (The audience...

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Our little family was together .......for now Daddy was asleep on the couch and I was here sharing your bed in your little student flat tomorrow our togetherness would unravel We'd be forced to travel leaving you behind in this enchanting Hungarian city to make your dream come true you'd be a physiotherapy guru one day As I struggled with the heaviness in my heart, a heaviness...

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NEW YORK-STYLE HUNGARIAN STEW In the darkest corner of her living room, she waits to eat. A stone’s throw away, her ex lives with their kids, his goulash wafting reek into her open windows. Through the one in her master bedroom, the man could easily catch sight of his successor swaddled in goose-down, identical in color...

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"Hungarian Festival" Pro bono bands gradually allure the crowds Their effort is unmatched while working unique instruments To make people understand where they came from Let us not forget our many predecessors as they sing About the land beyond our own Loud speakers tantalize throughout the day A foreign and beautiful demonstration of national pride Adorned in gowns and bonnets of...

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