Short Syncopated Poems

Churning renewal
perfumed with pungent promise--
syncopated drips....

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Every color that I had in me
Has fallen to my feet

My ununited hands
Intervowen with your doubts

Your words were moving through me
as if they were mute hands of the clock...

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BLACK CATS

black cat
so live against the snow
winter’s rapture

black cat
arches    hesitates    thrills
syncopated grace

black birds
black seeds in the snow
black cat...

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Love's frenetic energy


Ensnared by love's frenetic energy
Heart strings strumming to a Calypso beat
We move with syncopated synergy
passions swells rising from two lips in heat



John Derek Hamilton
May 27,2019...

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If You Could Read My Rhyme

OH, if you could read my rhyme
In two four syncopated time
I’m not saying that I’d win
All I’m saying is you’d grin

Mdailey	4/17/12
I’m not saying – by Gordon Lightfoot for Francine Roberts contest...

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blubbering
fools, we humans,
or cold,
syncopated 
by the shivering
bluish lips
of thieves,
erecting
statues
to themselves
in Southern
atmospheric haste.
we wipe away the germs
STAT
stitches up her dress

9/1/2018...

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Dedicated to 12 innocents killed by a gunshooter in West Cumbria.

A killer vindictive staunch, trivial systallic gush.
Violate grumble wish washy starling a virent push.
A Wheeler dealer syncopated steadfast ware wolf,
Gurgitation gusty thorough fare tripudiate brush.
Tirailleur timorous tintinnabulation whiffle tingle....

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Discouragement besieges my certainty like
clear blue skies swallowing up the noonday sun.

Anxiety trespasses with spears aimed to unguarded 
thoughts like water rising on deck from an unruly blue sea.

My syncopated language scat of failure
like a night of blustering blues.

Pillaging my ears and ravaging my mindset's goals and dreams....

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Please be quite!
Pond music starts at night
If you’re loud, the music will be gone

The many singers are each repeating their song
Yet the syncopated notes are where they belong

Frogs have a musical brew that swings  
Listen, hear how it rings
Nature Sings!

Submitted by: Charles Sides
For the “Night Melody” contest
Aug.20, 2012...

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from a challenge to use a random set
  of unconnected words in a poem)
   
The syncopated rhythms of my
     infatuation with you have left
     an indelible mark
         on my metrical heart.

I am M'Adam to your "Y'ves," 
     biting into the luscious apple of temptation, 
     while Lust, with his pitchfork,
          prods us from behind....

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They call it three-quarter time
so put your hand in  mine
and we can boogie woogie
all night long.

This syncopated rhythm
is very unforgiving
we'll be working up a sweat
all night long.

As the harmony begins
our feet mirror like twins
doing the boogie woogie
all night long.

Feel the muscles scream
as I swing and you lean
oh, we are so fine
all night long....

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The Big Easy called to me
Packed my bag and went to see
New Orleans a place to eat
Took a stroll down Bourbon Street.

Summer night a sound of jazz
I'm bopping along full of sass
Hearing syncopated blues
Music followed to rendezvous.

Have a date to eat soul food
Hungry and thirsty in the mood
The Big Easy helped me unwind
Shrimp gumbo tasting mighty fine....

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The Dance of Anger…

A weary waltz, 
on a sheenless floor.
Offbeat music
gyrates an endless cycle.
On two, accent anxiety’s weakness     
Syncopated rhythms erupt.   
Love songs 
are a miss.                                
Vinyl scratched,
for a touch
a large charge
or a bit of blood.*  
Choreographed to move timely and allay tears. 
Uncrazy!
Dance to a different drum. 

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ENCHANTED RYTHYMS

IN THE BEAT OF A SINGLE MOMENT
ETERNALLY AWAITED.......
SOMETHING OPENED 
AND INTO ME YOU FLOWED.
SOFT CHRYSTAL MUSIC, A SYMPHONY OF EMOTION
MARKING TIME IN MELODIES
THAT I HAVE ONLY DREAMED

WITHIN ME NOW YOU THROB
SYNCOPATED RYTHMS
COURSE THROUGH MY BLOOD
IN HARMONY WITH MY SPIRIT
KEEPING TIME WITH THE BEAT OF MY HEART
I AM HUMBLED BY THE BEAUTY
YOU HAVE CREATED IN ME...

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Spark quickly the rise, 
Dilating dark with glitter stars of cats eyes.
A language we sausage use. 
Clumsy myths attenuated 
With parachutes of feelings mapped; 
Syncopated copiously. 

A door opening those parts explored, for instance.
Snail trails of shiny slime on wet pavement;
Mirrors looking backwards, 
Entwining organs through time. 

Primarily another path 
That leads me back to you.
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Inspired by the write of you
creamed through a paper sieve to cup
with both hands the leavings that you trail
 the write of you

like the chewed edge of hand pressed paper
like the apostrophe of lash on the cheeky page
I ogle the syncopated semen-antic drop of
 the write of you

how often does the wonder of you flash
across the film of my eyes unable reach
for I am so enchanted with the coffee-au-lait
 write of you...

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This day 
of lurking June, 
Only ink  flows, 
In the life of cool jazz, so soon,
Lost          in syncopated truths
Of a simple birdsong
Released   unto rhythm and language, 
Rendered unto conspicuous climaxes, 
In an ocean of words, 
In elemental stasis to inspiration from the commission, 
Of several surprises risked          by bubbles’ breathes,   
On surfaces      where staying Silent is the largest tool....

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My ball sack has grown
While my p-n-s,  much shorter,
Is now only known
For its passing of water
Which it does like clockwork
Twice every hour
So to save my poor cock work
I piss in the shower
Once at the start
And again, at the end
With a syncopated fart
That I add to the blend.
I’m just an old, faded failure
Who has run out of damns
But like Popeye the Sailor
I ams what I ams,

© Barry Freeman	April 2021...

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Around the feeder
the hummingbirds are dancing.

Naturally, they are just flying and feeding,
just surviving, they dart and hover,
none need to dance
even though this non-choreographed
syncopated air-skimming
looks like a dance to slower eyes.

They drive each other away from the nectar,
even bumblebees, they must feed,
for tomorrow they go to Mexico
and only the strong will make it.

The most nimble eventually
dancing with death all the way....

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Listen to poem:

The oomph and zing of extra spin
adds razzmatazz to shot akin
to the standing ovation din
a hole in one gets for a win.

The cream screams to the top.

The razzle and dazzle of dance 
shake, rattle and roll of romance 
is enhanced by the oddball prance
of a jitterbug jive freelance.

Bebop is king of pop.

Jazz embodies the extra dash
of syncopated mish and mash
adding gems of splish, splosh and splash
improvisation in a flash.

Flip-flop until you stop....

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Related and Syncopated

There are things which are related
While also some which are syncopated
And right on time being in the grove
Creating an experience which will move.

Music and poetry are highly related
And can be considered as consolidated
Which will end up in complete unison
And then end up starting over again.

Eventually your mind always does grow
And you will end up being in the know;
So you should read my poems and digest
To determine which one is the best.

jthorn5656@atmc.net...

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