Short Syncopation Poems

Becoming one
Unaware
Of the gentle air
Starting to tear
Unconscious satiation
Soft syncopation
Becoming undone
Until we break in two...

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clouds shifting--
the moon dancing on puddles
in syncopation

the whiz and ping of bullets
that he can no longer hear

© nov cgh war tanka...

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Here's a tale of the future, it's 
Big, things from small parcels, bits
called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with Nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's 
Our future ahead, Nano bits!...

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I got arrhythmia
With no biz here
Still got my heart
Who could ask for anything more!

This old heart beat 
Got new smart beat
Slow then fast beat 
Who could ask for anything more!

My Oxidation
Has a syncopation
No resuscitation
Hangin’ round my door

With a thrum beat 
Not a dumb beat
Long as some beat
Who could ask for anything more!
 Who could ask for anything more!...

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I have no brillance
as decadent decades
drowned into dullness
whatever light as promise
to animate a rosy write.

I have no sparkle,
or swirling syncopation
to proselytize, legitimize
this fling towards
imagined immortality.

I have no positive
uplifting union
ultimately here weighed down
by reality dawns
that creak trhough bones
fortuitously flung
towards creativity.

I am lazy....

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Under the sheets of hue’s humidity where we ignite our love with sparks of affection
we caress breaking the rules and laws that bind the sight and site of our imperfection
where our rhythms unite beating to our heart in lovely syncopation
we agree to release our emotions freely without adhering to any voice of doubt or negotiation 
as we gradually descend visiting our realm of inspiration .........................

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Tonight I can’t sleep
so I ponder the universe
and all the planets around me

swirling in syncopation
with me on one of them
unable to sleep

under the moon and the stars.
I do an address search for 
the First Church of the Big Bang.

I want to join that Church
but I can’t find its location
so I place an ad in the paper

asking its pastor to tell me
where the Church is.
What a sap I am.


Donal Mahoney...

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I love it 
when I can
hold you so close
that our skin wants to
meld into a single layer
that envelopes us as one
 body with two hearts inside
  beating together, beating together,  
   beating together, in sweet syncopation
  two hearts, beating together in such
 a sweet rhythm, that forever
will make our blood flow
throughout that 1 body 
inside the skin we now
share because I can
hold you so close 
and I love it
that I can...

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Sweet-n-sour pours
from heaven’s ethers;
the taste of crimson and
citrus metamorphoses
and a lemony-sugar
tipped with ginger
plays across the palate.

Mind to body and back again
neurons dance in 4/4 time
to the flow of colored
syncopation;
taste of lavender
and pink cinnamon-coated,
 rose hips;
yellow chamomile soft,
relaxing and savory.

Pour through me,
a rainbow of flavors
caressing my soul.
...

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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?...

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IMERGING FROM SELF-ISOLATION
BENDING, STRETCHING, FOR STIMULATION
NO REASON FOR SELF-REGULATION
HE TWIRLS, LEAPS IN EXAGGERATION
DANCE CHILD, DANCE

MUSCULAR ARMS RELEASE AGITATION
FRIENDS THINK BALLET LAME RELAXATION
TWELVE-YEAR-OLD BOYS’ DISCRIMINATION
ON STAGE HIS INTERNAL EMANCIPATION
DANCE BOY, DANCE

LEAPING WITH FREEDOM HIS LIBERATION
HEART BEATS IN RHYTHM SYNCOPATION
PIROTING WITH UNIQUE VARIATION
APPLAUSE FROM THE CROWD, HIS VALIDATION
DANCE MAN, DANCE...

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Quiet!  Quiet!
No distraction or reaction
to the situation
of creation
unfolding syncopation ...
a blues distillation.

As the sax-o-phone 
does groan into a tirade
the parade of ticks and tocks
licks and knocks
reverberate from the drummer,
bass strummer and pi-an-o
to congeal into real
high fueled blues.

Up and down the scales
the moan wails
a lascivious groan
lusty riffs thrown
by metal and ivory
into the ether to
sway with a sashay
under a blue moon....

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SIGH SO SKY


Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before your poetic beauty
An eagle eases toward you in the evening to find how to fly like an angel
As I would fly with you were I invited into your sky
      © 2012   copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee!~...

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SIGH SO SKY


Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before your poetic beauty
An eagle eases toward you in the evening to find how to fly like an angel
As I would fly with you were I invited into your sky
      © 2012   copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee!~...

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CIVILIZATIONISM

existential syncopation
with no coercion of time
a harmonious melody
detuning

dancing in the dark
mental evolution
new steps
don't fit in

we assume we make our own existence
ignorant of natures pleading insistence
recalibrating finely balanced scales
treat the earth like it's on sale

everyone is smiling
staring at  T.V.
blind of 
the windows

no seat belts
on a one way ticket
the REAL worlds fair
abusement park

there are no echos in the universe...

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Glissandos
with a twist of tangy lime
arpeggios
in starched cuffs and gleaming buttons
sparkle from the ivories
of a Baldwin baby grand
leaving the root notes
for the double bass to play

It's honey
in be-bop
pure rich amber honey
with a cinnamon stick
and a drop of syncopation
blending in soft beats
of a hi-hat
gentle brushes on a tom

A second round
of drinks arrives
as conversations hush
and candles flicker

Our new favorite diner
with smooth live jazz
on Wednesdays...

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