Short Tambourines Poems
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Xylophones and tambourines delightful fun.
Children will easily orchestrate playful rhythmic melodies.
Hoping to develop musical talent.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
As the young king
is coming
to collect his bride,
African traditional
tambourines
are playing
the drums
and dancing
African kwasa kwasa
and Congolese rumba.
as tambourines pulse...
stallions rock with gypsies' whirl
firing dance of hooves
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The TROIKA- (Haiku with hooves)
Accompanied by tambourines and his effacing pomp
A blind bearded man walks proudly through the gate
Warmth welcomed him a young man of eighty three
A kind gentle honest man now promoted to glory
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violens, chellos, giutars, drums, flutes, trumpets, tambourines, tenors
alto's, bass......
Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin,
let street lights pour
bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,
thin, thin,
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin
Donal Mahoney
Let Tambourines Begin
Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin,
street lights pour
bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,
thin, thin,
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin
Donal Mahoney
August rain
Turning into a light drizzle
Clouds tapping their tambourines
How nature puts on
Her magnificent show
Splashing her true colors
All that she knows
Orange, red, green and gold
A dash of royal purple and some indigo
Well, she knows
How to swing
Her bright lamp
Through all
The prefect seasons
I'm sure and still are
I think of you-
sometimes dancing;
at sunset in an-
apartment building.
Fragmentally moving-
your internal portrait;
in a crowded room-
of blank expressions.
(Full circle spinning)
while the tambourines
play: “Say-hey,
slow motion forever.”
(Slowly) lay your head in my hand; if only
for a moment, don’t give me time to forget again.
A cacophony of images flow
past and future dreams on the go,
thinking two things at once
focused on lunch,
twirling lights and jingled tambourines
paint a picturesque magical dream.
All is quiet, immobile in the sway
that dances in the mind play
while in the background soft and indiscrete
falls the wandering thoughts of mind talk streets.
Rustling skirts of gypsy women
Ears all tattered with gold
Tambourines and bells abide
While hearts fly by on wings of old
Hoops of flaming fire
Honey nectar flows freely so
Eyes are black as coal at night
Red lips are all aglow
So Rustle those skirts my Gypsy Love
and stay with me a while
I feel you near my Gypsy Love
Come and make me smile
Admirable heroine of
Beauty, power and fame
Can we dance by hymn?
Acrylic heroine of
Crayons and filbert paints
Both amiable not to stain
Doth of your dressed love and satin
Even in those unwakeable dreams
For you my lady in paint
Goddesses like lips of rose red
Hence, thee I love you from within
I called Athena's by name as I'm the painter of your
Jars and tambourines.
Lately, in my dreams
I'm doing backflips
On trampolines
Vaulting higher than high
Bouncing off
The springy sky
Free from gravity
Of worry
As the ground
Falls off my feet
I careen
To the beat
Of tambourines
Tail lashing
Lavender flashing
Pom-pom sized
Orange eyes
I'm as free
As I want to be
Lately, in my dreams.
5/08/19
Entered in 'Dial It Back' contest
Judged 6/5/19
Imagine
Yellow socks tambourines pretty girls and fax machines
Sunshine waves Heinz baked beans and black tinted windowed limousines
Garbage anarchy wasps that sting and red currant jam potting magazines
Madness purity wedding rings and watching Mary Berry’s tips on the finest
cuisines
Ice cubes tweed ping pong pings and the gold dust of a magic monkey blowing
over your sleeping dreams
Let me bash tambourines and praise the mind-body continuum
Grind out the miles, suffer the sweat.
Find me a hill to break if only in my mind
The foot-step's prints on the macadam
Invisibility obscuring the pain I must have.
The anguish broken to bits again.
My ears pop with the inspiration of all ages.
My thighs approve though my calves complain.
For a long instance my psyche melds with my physique
And I am one.
The shepherd unrolls his bedding,
Too late to get back home,
He must lie, his head on desert rock,
‘Til the raising of the dawn.
He wonders what he cannot see
Behind the stars that shine above,
Does his mother look down on him,
With her old tenderness and love.
Does the wind catch the sound of tambourines,
Are there gauze-draped dancers twirling?
Such were the dreams of a shepherd,
Before the universe went swirling.
Striking colored lights dazzle
Her dynamic dance routines—
Wearing stagehands to a frazzle
Illuminating live scenes
Spotlighting three tambourines.
Her shimmering white tights cast
Opalescence unforeseen
Climaxing one last bright blast.
Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved.
Verse Poetry Form
July 29, 2011
"HUTAIN THIS ONE..." poetry contest sponsored by nette onclaud
~ 1st Place ~
08/03/2011
windswept rain slaps the bottoms of leaves
shivering they shed it
grassroots shake and slake their thirst
then wave their stems together
tight closed buds stand on their stems
reaching upward fretly
shaken yes but through it all
they hold together wetly
branches wave in shades of green
so many hues and tints are plain
Spring is here and she is seen
dancing in the rain
wind sings and swings
green tambourines in rythym
Form:
The secretion of a Lilly is often mistaken for the timbers of a concrete ball. Many a time is the goldfish singing for a curry. Golden gophers gluing glitter. A wolf dancing in a stew of peas is more happy than a porcupine on a rocket powered skateboard.ooooh grammar of framing a drugged frog is as indigestible as spinning around the earth twice after consuming large amounts of beer. Like a tidal wave then. Humming. Humorous isn't it. Turbulent tambourines turning tripe. Intoxication z.
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