Short Accordion Poems

whistle dentist ties bounds
jewells rate capture mourning ear
balcony right sings doom
accordion flies
harvest room miss bows...

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not taking
place or space
in Arabia

but a
sound
stage

no camel
needed but
an accordion 

for sure and
always a
bubble

machine...

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Sun rises over open sedge;
soft supple light sweeps
across accordion bay.

White Egrets in blue skies
praise another day. ...

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Pretty princess accordion playing clown
Skips her truth sideways and upside down
I watch her sprinkle joy all over town
Glad that no one else can keep her down....

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'Weird Al' Yankovic
'Eat It' - rock star parody wit
'Fat' 'Word Crimes' guardian
'White N' Nerdy' on the accordion.

3/24/19

For Celebrity or Famous Person Clerihew contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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Its flow an accordion,
to stretch and compress
A double delusion,
old memory suppressed
New moments upon us,
the instant revealed
Time claiming them all
—redundant concealed

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)...

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in your accordion pleated folder
you file me away
like just another bill
you have extra days to pay

watch out for the late fees
if the check isn't mailed on time
it can cost you plenty
but it is a victimless crime...

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A country boy inherited a fiddle,
he bought a banjo -
never played a note.

His skinny wife
could clog-dance up a storm.
A travelling accordion player
beguiled her
with his beautiful instrument.

He burned the fiddle and banjo.
Now the guy
listens to old-time music alone
on a wooden radio....

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Washboard and spoons
Guitar and drums
Accordion

Getting together
With the band

A moment not about skin
But about soul
A party not about race
But about rhythm
Take a stand
(or perhaps a dance)
Against hate

Yell a little
Prance a little
Live, love a lot

Making music
While joining hands...

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PaULY WALLY

THERE ONCE was A Carpenter
That fell off his saw sawhorse
Had a wife but she divorced him
Cause of the nails he left in the kitchen
He framed a wall but it fell
Only thing left was the hole in the floor
O how can you tell
Pauly Wally was a carpenter
Whose bed was a wooden accordion door...

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lusty leaves wave
rusty rhythm plays
airy accordion pukes
callous concerto's tune
mystic music melt
smothering saucy crest

dark diminuendo dribbles
hoisting hankering wrinkles
seeped'n sassy treble

like tactic tiers
severed syllables smeared
on papyrus's peers

same spell squashes
emotion love lodges.
     '20:02:25:14:20...

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When tree limbs rub like crickets leg
They sing the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna

When the wind will turn the door
In and and in out like an accordion playing
I hear the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna

When evening turns from memory
To sleep and pillow of a weary brain
The echo of a hollow heart is: Lorna....

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Rain polka dots
the limestone church
in a spray of champagne
as throngs of ballet slipper camellias
plie like marionettes 
with crystal strings 
to heavy drops 
on an emerald lawn
of rice tosses.

Rows of braided Lavender
sway to Spring's accordion gusts
just as far-off fields of shamrock
jettison rose poppies 
into glistening air.

7/18/18...

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An aweing sight, at the Eiffel Tower I glance
I am in the city of love called Paris, France

A romantic heart and enamored of my miss
At a local diner and leaning in for the kiss

A kiss so deadly that can never go wrong
As an accordion plays this lovely love song

With the velvet rose to set our sex on fire
In this night we can fulfill our sexual desires

Track: Kendrick Lamar - Backseat Freestyle (Explicit)...

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some things are plain to see
when your eyes are clear
comparisons and judgments
withheld from passions lair
shackled to old memories
chained to what is lost
on a shaky bridge to tomorrow
what I held and what is lost

I sift through the pieces
of what was not true
my accordion pleated mind
filing traces of you
you sleep in the bed your made
it was all your choice
while listening in silence
to what once was my voice...

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Butterfly girl greets the quiet wren in a field of corn
Where yellow and light green vegetation is often born
Far off they hear an accordion and a Romanian horn.
Melodies are terrific says a dwarf who arrived this morn.

Soft-spoken wren opens up his beak to sing a song.
It is exactly short enough, not too brief or too long.
Your voice is delicious says the girl named Lee Armstrong.
With that kind of warbling, how can you go wrong?...

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where chambered feelings once were kept
levied love that now breaks through
overflowing and forming a pool
in the depths of my soul

where thoughts and dreams from my heart are swept
from an accordion folder in my mind's depths
memories painted on blue sky canvass
without a cloud in sight

where love flows inward over sandy shores
gregariously, we allow for more
a Crescent moon shines from above
a blanket of stars to catch my fall...

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They met each other in the circus, their son told me.
I was watching them balance each other on one lone knee.
They were fascinating, I had never seen
Anything as delightful, joyful, or completely keen.

His mother hung by the rafters and gave me a nod.
His father was playing an accordion, they were neither one a fraud.
I loved eating dinner at their table, watching their performing ways.
Frankly, I could have moved in and stayed for days....

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utterly bewildered 
I stood by the nightfall
of stilly midsummer
withering away
with my
westward companion

the glimmering light
of former fears
and penitent pocketbook
faded in a distance
and the imperious presage
of perfunctory morrow
drifted with driftwood
into the vast greenish seas

then the evening was renewed
with foliage flavor
willows and poplars
entwined and enthralled
and according to accordion
divine divers live in flatlands...

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The poet strings his words on feet,
While the songster sets his to the beat.
Are they similar or the same?
Are they different in more than name?
The singular of feet is foot.
A boot is where our feet are put.
The singular of beats is beat, 
But that’s not where we put our feet.
And so it is, without dispute, 
A beat to a foot we can’t impute.
An accent can’t go on a boot -
Except with accordion or flute.
Instead, the accent’s on the beat,
And that is also true with feet....

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