Orchestras Poems - Poems about Orchestras

...Entertainment on TV Or radio depends On funding from the government Or ads for private ends. Both PBS and NPR,* With Public in each name, Provide such joy for tuners-in, With years of much a......

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...Now rejoice the sounding brass Let trombones and trumpets sing Choirs of Angels weep with joy As the bells of Heaven ring We mere mortals here on Earth We live and love and fight and......

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... Symbols cry in dry ice theater - the expanse of aesthetic visa- drawn- from the romance of the silvery eye - as it golden advances the lid of covenance in dynamic enzyme. Open faced t......

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... Things that I alone see would remain unseen by others. Things that move or touch me alone, none other would bother. Clouds with color and form, are not just a repository of water, but demand m......

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...four merry frogs with a hey wheez wiggle wiggle wiggle Were riding a designer fish down the middle of Lake Gibble The fish was flopping and floundering as fashion fish do. The frogs were laughing ......

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...A meadow for Autumn Forest, I lay me down to rest upon bed of moss. Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me lichen kenning myself as Rip Van Winkle except being repurposed as oldest li......

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...The music teacher was thrilled to see the squirrel in the window. Listening to Beethoven’s 5th, he was conducting high and low. His little paws were moving in a way that showed he knew what to do. ......

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...I was a professional flutist, and performed in orchestras and symphonies, To express the sheer joy of living, like the birds sing to summer's breeze. Becoming accomplished took many years, and I'......

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...Wednesday, September 2021 at 3:20 PM... eastern standard time Autumn Equinox arrives That seasonal occasion twill arise when darkness and light doth bring equilibrium between night and day rak......

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...Was it his destiny to die in that sleeping bag curled up like an infant in the womb unnoticed, unseen undiscovered for days until others found the odor of death disagreeable more obscene than th......

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...Grid city closed in streets congested. every man it's a subject in the maze symbiotic... the city attacks with volcanoes steelmakers industrial plant... without trees, the city if plant ......

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...Outside you just see the marquis, it’s ancient lights all glittery, amidst a city past it’s prime, hallmark of a more genteel time. This was a movie palace once, now mostly stage, theatric fun......

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..."Poetry” is a most powerful instrument like a flute that is to be played. Also, it is a pungent possibility like a newly created perfume put on. Yet, free to all, and for all to wear. This is ......

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...The mellow chords of a cello draw tears as its bow vibrates a combo of strings. For when that sound found its way to my ears, it tore my heart apart and clipped my wings. The violin, ak......

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...THE GREAT BY AND BY I’m thrilled with a brilliant red sunset, I’ve marveled at lightning so bright, I’ve stood and I’ve watched falling snowflakes, Then I thought, “What a beautiful sight!” I’......

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