Short Choruses Poems
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“the song we sing without repeats or choruses”
uni verse
As the morning choruses' alarm clock I tick the box
for waking up this Spring glory at four of the clock by
loudly laughing while reading comic glory 'Catch - 22'
haiku ~ serenade
cricket choruses
cicadas chanting chansons
summer serenade
Summer nights are a symphony of sounds - crickets, cicadas, bullfrogs, mocking birds - a lullaby of soothing song. I look forward to this symphony every year.
8-4-20
This is where it died
where faith and hope succumbed to death.
Where our tears bitter and longing
sting the parched clay.
Where birds resound their daily choruses
intermingled with the mournings,
the serrated sobs that saw the concept
of what should have been.
Form:
Chants ranting
rants chanting
narcissistic voices
deliciously pounding
Vicarious words
devilishly dancing
choruses spewing
copious chords
Muses climax
narcotic pleasure
poets revel
feeling hypnotic drums
Poetic coitus
lend me your ear
cry havoc
the Virgin Mary is hear
Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony
tuned to
perfection.
foot deep stuck in the muddy waters of society....
head still high.
throat choked with the monotonous choruses of life...
voice still firm.
arms twisted,bend and broken.........
determination still unmatched.
betrayed again and again by destiny......
faith still unquestioned.
LEAD LADY.LEAD ON.
Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings
they're flowing
without the wind,
catching my performance
way at my feet,
I don't wish here,
until the caterpillar
shall bring,
My transformation
will have to sing,
and the catch of
bees before they
sting
and finally
I shall breathe.
Not a demise
but a butterfly
and its
gorgeous wings....
Impresses
the choruses
Creation
Sings praises to God,
Beautiful
Choruses,
Rising to the heavenlies
In joyous worship.
10/28/12
Good Morning Song
~
Within my heart resides
an ever wondrous song
~drenched~
in blushing daydreams,
oh won’t you sing along
Harmonies now dawning
whispers on the winds
~melodic~
is the love I feel
as this new day begins
A happy sun is rising
in choruses so fair
~singing~
my good morning song
with you I long to share
Good morning Soupers
summer symphony serenade song
cricket concertos
cicadas in choruses~
summer serenades
bullfrogs beat bass lines
barn owls hoot bluesy ballads ~
bars of broken chords
lightning bugs light up
legato lines of lyrics ~
lento lullabies
fireflies flit fuoco
in festivals of folksongs ~
firelight fantasies
katydids croon classics
contemporary chirping
summer symphonies
Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music
Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered fingers
roaming ivory slivers bleeding
out of tune syncopation
Unheard choruses
in three quarter sadness
wasted on black and white keys
played long after
the lid was closed
on our love
Where is that sustain pedal
when you need it?
The picnic at december end
The mob in the party
Restively chanting to God
For their healthy mortal
existence
Tick tuck tick the tickling clock
The expected desire reached
Happy new year choruses
Roaring among the mob to the
air
Hisses from the mouths of
lovers
Warmth in the cold
From hugs
Clitterings in the air from
knockout
Boom bang from a missileous
knockout
Overwhelmed the varieties
The melancholic tune changes
From the fire ablazing
On the softness of
Comfort
I lay,gazing into the
blank Darkness,
Waiting the sun's warmth
The hark's voice echoes
In the outside world in
Unison
With the pitched
Choruses of the crickets.
Tensed,I became.
Never wavering,waited I
Patiently for a birth,what
Birth.........?
Then the nightingale's
melodious songs
Pervading the
Atmosphere,gazed I once
Again- the dispersing
Night casting darkness
Into oblivion with the
Birth of a new dawn.
As spring air warms up softly
And dawn choruses return,
The birds begin a-nesting
Gathering twigs at every turn.
Hedgerows throng with movement
As the nests are feathered, then
Birds lay pale blue clutches,
The Robin and the Wren.
In branches high above the ground
Within the old Oak tree,
And nestled in the branches
Of the Ash so carefully,
Sits the nest of fledglings,
Far up into the sky
And another year of youngsters
Take their wings and learn to fly.
Sheets and bolts of distant lightning
Backdropped by a blue gray sky
Rumbling thunder softly, deeply
As the steady pitter patter, pitter patter
Of rain on a tin roof fluctuating
Playing symphonies to the soul
With natural melodic choruses
And invitations to the Ancient dance
Of wind-driven clouds sweeping low
Whirling visions and peace of mind
To a captive audience within
Letting down their windows
Falling, lying with ears to the floor
As the rain echoes throughout the house