Short Cymbals Poems
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Evening dreams weave in reds and whites,
Wandering greens and browns,
Slender black hairs fall so gently down,
Jingling sounds of tiny cymbals
Rise as dancing starts
Electing movement as a choice.
Sing Song To Memorial
Will sing a song to God who is memorial,
With harps, drums, cymbals and tumbrel;
All things possess;
Nature closely caresses;
He even is also euphoric and ephemeral.
Jim Horn
Boos echo in the canyons of our ears
Jeers vibrate like cymbals
Performers mistake them to heart
Though they merely honor the primal urges
of raspy voices, of bellows-like lungs
Facts Would Assemble and Then Tremble
What happened when facts would assemble,
We worried a lot and then started to tremble
And got caught,
Worrying a lot;
Had been squashed between banging cymbals.
Jim Horn
Facts Would Assemble and Then Tremble
What happened when facts would assemble,
We worried a lot and then started to tremble
And got caught,
Worrying a lot;
Had been squashed between banging cymbals.
Jim Horn
Jeepers is playing the clarinet.
We have Sheepster on the cymbals.
Cowster is on the drums.
Why does Cowster always get the drums? Whined rooster.
No one knew the answer, but it is the way it has always been.
Pleasing Cowster.
I find myself searching for the sea;
Floating;
Mavericks break upon the shore
inside;
Cymbals splatter inchoate foam;
Symbols;
Teahupoo surf behind lowered eyes,
splash in;
Welcome to boiling over nature,
my head.
he's a heavy
metal ballerina
without
the tutu
rapidly tip
toeing double
bass drums
accompanied
by cymbals
and snare
snarling
beat to
beat the band
but the music
box never
slowly
winds down
but abruptly
stops
Form:
Maestro
graceful hands
baton rises and
falls
Violins to chins...
drums roll
cymbals crash
September 23, 2020
Paint a Picture - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
A literati once told me
the difference between a peasant
and a pheasant is only 'H'
I replied, the difference between
symbols and cymbals is known only
by 'a' literati 'ess,' you 'c'
~ as I crashed those cymbals in front of he
A memory is a fragile, sacred being
Chained to whatever it pleases -
Music, smells, the coming of spring.
Fleeting as the tender skin of a child
It comes with crashing of cymbals
Yet always manages to escape over the stile…
Leaving you with the empty shell
of a smile.
Rolling waves crash in
Spinning over my cast head
Playing a death song
Screeching siren echoing
Piercing my ill-laden ears
I listen, I hear
The cymbals of the huge waves
Resound their glory
The great gravity is brave
Conquers in my mind and soul
Russell Sivey
Violin music wafts in, so clear and pretty.
A dreamy cloudlike feeling.
Indescribable.
A lively flute perks things up.
She feels like dancing.
Angelic.
Where is the saxophone?
I hear it instantly.
Jazz!
The drums? The cymbals?
I am smiling now.
Bam.
Alarm clock goes off.
Note the difference
in tone
a song, a poem
the flute denotes
subtle sway
the piano plays
and the harpsichord.
Cymbals clean
and sweet.
Note the joyous mood
and the dancing fools
the children’s laughter.
Note the change
as the magicians rearrange
the cord, the bridge
the end.
Note.
Raindrops play a rhythmic refrain
Melodies falling from the sky
Drizzling drumbeats on window pane
Raindrops play a rhythmic refrain
Sometimes soft, then thunders again,
With cymbals crashing from on high
Raindrops play a rhythmic refrain
Melodies falling from the sky
- - -
Bells and bamboo
Cymbals and tap shoes
Jugs and empty bottles
Tires and engine throttle
Sweaky stairs and rocking chairs
Rustling leaves blown in the breeze
The drip of a drop of water
Rattling of chains
Crashing of waves
A mixture of rain and thunder
The tick of a clock
The click of a lock
A quake that tears assunder
Form:
Millions of magnificent miniature marvels,
shoulder to shoulder, sharing your showy shrub
as rich red rumblings rise from your racy petals.
Like sounds of cymbals you slice the still air,
shimmering in your lace of chiffon, shouting to the world!
Boom! Bang!
Colors bursting in brilliant blasts of
silence...
08/04/15
Christmas tidings boldly blare
Limp hands raise; taut lips flare
Minstrels and accordions pair
Rite, decorum forthrightly pare
Songs, instruments roundly declare
Strum the harp 'till spindly strings wear
Clang the cymbals revelry to share
Ring the bells no mirth we'll spare
Sing the melody a heartier fare
Loud your anthems fill the air
Heaven’s orchestra.
The concert begins.
Symphony played.
Instrumental composition,
Springs violins sounds,
Trumpets call,
The earth rejoices.
Woodwind blows,
Tempo vibrating love.
Dawn chorus! Awakens,
Clashing cymbals,
Bluebells chime.
Beats with poetic rhythm.
The audience watch.
As crescendo of colour,
Blooms.
Wendy Jae
When sunrise spreads its beauty
across the waking sky,
morning melodies I hear,
like clashing cymbals in my ear.
God must have an orchestra,
He sends to earth each day.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
His band of angels play.
Listen to the sounds on earth.
It's God's Glory that we hear.
Listen to all earth sing,
the music of the spheres.
Writing
non-sense
in
melodious
sounds
symbols
or
cymbals
noise
all
around
so
easy
upon
the ear
alone
will
not shed
a tear
if
syntax
is lost
and
prose is
brought
near
a crashing and thrashing
slamming and jamming
they fit together like lithium batteries in a robot
drummer is smashing the drums
cymbals crash
their eyes meet
forces beyond their control urge them
they are in each other’s arms now
a predestined destiny
a coupling magnified by crashing and thrashing
slamming and jamming
beyond steampunk
final destiny
Words, crashing drum beat of life
millions upon millions flow
no recession nor ebb
Tapping, insistent dissolving
hiss and hum without end
from child, grown, and old
now, silence around the bed
Prelude oh prelude sinking
silent, waiting, listening
There are children outside
cymbals crashing,
But here, no song no farewell
but a beat still, slowly
Slowly, gone
Form:
Lightning sutures me
not leaving a single scar;
My smile starts to glow;
To myself I say,
‘Everything will be alright.’
Such a clear cut sign;
Natural cymbals
back up my internal source;
A shove towards peace;
Rebuilt but still tough,
the Sun’s bright after hard rain;
Sound renegade survivor;
Deep down hope keeps us alive,
right into storms we nosedive.
Meet mystique magic
Move mind magnetic
Live lovely laughter
Set sensuous slumber
Note naughty nimble
Charm clashing cymbals
Gain glimpses glowing
Face fancy flowing
Magic musters mood
Grip gathers grand good
Lavish lovely list
Grapple given gist
Brightly blazing blooms
Zesty zigzag zooms
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2018
Singapore