Modulating Poems - Poems about Modulating

...WASTELAND possessed by words yet discourse-less implicit intuition meandering in a web of language a whirling ......Read the rest...

...Friday night is for rehearsal sac in air, before it breaks— breath out into the soft dew itching palms on our head. Soon the baritones will arrive stuffing music with tonic notes for me to ......Read the rest...

...New Year's Resolutions This new year marches into view Brooding and still with empty calendar pages For this pilgrim on a pilgrimage past new mile markers Engraved with resolution quoting harm......Read the rest...

...Legacy in the Poetry of Lyrics Cold snow filled December day named thirteen Heard the first notes of your lyric legacy, Left handed December child of beguiling mischief, Exploding in advent of ......Read the rest...

...Guru chakra throbs, modulating bliss That thunder within, causes no duress The masters seat here, is an enigma In between Ajna and Sahasrara Current humming with aplomb and finesse Ida and Pin......Read the rest...

...The Guru chakra modulating Flow of magnetic heat elating It is the command centre Of the sublime divine raconteur Unfolding our journey within In chorus with all nodes singing The hypnotic lov......Read the rest...

...One When the people of the four winds Gather They speak with one voice A rumbling Deep and resonate A constant unbroken union Rising – falling Neither bass nor alto Modulating As......Read the rest...

...she wakes as a cello in the morning not high strung but mellowly tuned i run one of my fingers feeling her f hole as the air makes her shapely boxed body quiver in sound and breath......Read the rest...

...possessed by words yet discourse-less implicit intuition meandering in a web of language a whirling vortex ......Read the rest...

...« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré (Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus, this’s it. The sustained te......Read the rest...

...Birds Eye By Allen Hackett On a wintry eve, the wind rustled and blew a chill in the air Unknown and never felt before...Something strange...something new A weary-eyed vagrant stooped in the do......Read the rest...

...Cupid's bow pluck's the strings of my heart Sparking the prelude to Love's start Bass desire trumps the opening part Lust's anthem tears cadence apart Discordant tone against symmetry flails P......Read the rest...