Marimba Poems - Poems about Marimba

...She cried there among the flowers. Her talents allowed her to be a little lackadaisical with her schedule. She needed to practice to meet the criteria of the new project manager. Everything new ......

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...The xylophone and marimba are often compared Harmonics being the difference between the two Marimba with softer notes shared as harder notes from the xylophone ensue Whatever instrument is ......

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...“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost singing away and watches as Milton ......

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...Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba. I mimic her voice and watch her curiosity as I stroll among the goldenrod and yarrow, the ......

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..."The wind is the pounding of my heart.” --Constance La France Sound of the wind drifting through the trees Softly, I hear it; it is the pounding of my h......

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...We paddle through small talk, I like her, she has style. I imagine we have a history together back in an old movie that I have yet to see. I begin to construct a lost and anecdotal life. In an......

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..."La Marque Ultime" In reference to future we have collaberated to bring forth a Union of companies who in the interest of pro Wrestling and Great Entertainment, have United to create ......

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...I had a brain like an old motorbike, I rode it back and forth just to get laid by whomever, and that strange one who kept cats under her long skirt. Truth is a marmalade calligraphy. I yodel b......

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...The breeze sighed Through the valley Like a whisper Floated across the room, A breeze of sweetness To dispel the gloom, Its marimba played The gentle leaves a simple tune, Dancing over troubl......

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...Sing Africa, sing! Shout to the Lord with your being Sing to His glory for the great resources He gifted you Sing like a bird that sings to its Maker, in adoration of His splendour Sing Africa,......

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...The truth is – mango mildew, marmalade ghosts. I have a brain like an old motorbike, I ride it back and forth just to get laid by you, and her, and that strange one who kept cats under her l......

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...Tiny marimba pinwheels rotate, Under flippant bass. A poodle barks... A barrage of dissonant sounds, Melodies played backwards... Then the music stops. A ambivalent sneer, As sounds......

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