Phrasings Poems - Poems about Phrasings

...Ella sent the invitation Louis worked the door to celebrate between the lines inflection served du jour My heart was given freely their phrasings lined my soul beyond the words and melody g......

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...many fearless nights, I prowled on rooms of grimy paper dimmed then lit by this lone wayfarer searching a gush of passion to feed the words with some fire, rawness, and hunger... per......

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...“There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.” - Jim Henson Most people hopefully know that feeling when things just happen to “click” between two people. That has happened to me more......

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...~*~ Words became art fractur'd phrasings ‘pon parchment glass slippers darkly dancing when she wielded her pen posy paint'd notions on butterfly w......

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...Pictures at an Exhibition I recently saw the ghosts of beat poet visionaries staring lonely, from pictures at an exhibition Ginsburg, Corso, Snyder, Kerouac, and Cassady the murderer’s row of t......

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...The slow phrasings of one of Miles' children leads me to believe that there are niches that each can fill like a band of brethren. One carves a melody, one sows the riches of an under beat, ano......

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...Poet me. Writer me. I must think I extend my story, to know it The instrument I utilize, scroll quill & ink Are my accepted method writ With these, I see, the sayings That be, composed and pl......

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... He is my poet friend I know his voice through the stroking of his pen A kind-hearted gentle giant, who towers above lesser humans His compassion has made him grow into a mountain of benevo......

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...Moving on ??? I have come to wonder – as time passes – why ?, the lady brings tears to my heart – makes me cry. This lady who took in hand, in holy of holies, in mouth, resurrecting a dyeing ol......

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...Reluctantly, I'm ascending stairs. . . Sensations of a dreadful cold Permeate my trembling skin. Through the window the moonlight glares. My footsteps falter, but I'm growing bold, And my c......

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