Mallets Poems - Poems about Mallets

...Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr, Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning; Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic, Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whis......Read the rest...

...I quite enjoyed writing these two line poems for the Bantu contest - the idea of the call and response with two different statements but the same sensory response to each line. A bit like a game of M......Read the rest...

...When I dream of sun graciously leaving the scene, I could feel how crueler in these-days he has been; Hasn't the dear summer said his grin-filled goodbye? Why, then, is the naughty sun still high ......Read the rest...

...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers listen through touch, they become deeper, more blunted, a vibration of mal......Read the rest...

...When the Special Olympics roll around. Otis hears the call and the whistle sound. Whether the games are winter or summer. We bring the fun so it’s never a bummer. In Connecticut the events ......Read the rest...

...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......Read the rest...

...Public protracts a meg night of sorrow. My forebears' screaming intimidates me. I'm on high alert; catch my spirit growl. Upheaval nations were met with fury. Whiners pelted wi......Read the rest...

...Enticing beat, ancient accolades, achieving ancestry backbeat barrage, buoyant beats crescendo chorus calculations dulled dirges, double drumming durations environmental echoed egos faint, ......Read the rest...

...Emilia In Romagna Somewhere a lost little girl Is crying in her bedroom closet Because she can’t hear Her mama Moving about anymore She can see dim shapes Mama stored stuff in here Luggage ......Read the rest...

...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......Read the rest...

...your brittle hands were once like mallets upon the lace of my youth picture #2......Read the rest...

...WORD-SMITH As we forge all-over Burning words like silver Pouring inks like lava Blasting papers like rods Gripping pen like swords Battling wrought like gods Considering the rallies ......Read the rest...

...The lions are not called upon to dance, High-stepping dragons have been shooed away, On burly drums mallets don’t spryly prance, ......Read the rest...

...With palms so chaste and a grip so pure She wraps her fingers around the mallets Letting them sit in the space between her thumbs and first fingers; When she makes her first few strokes Hammering......Read the rest...

...It's not really fair for the one who stays in fear of being defeated, whose choices are swept away by the other's single choice is a single self. It's not really fear that keeps one too near to th......Read the rest...