Short Tuneless Poems

Autumn Chant

Grey autumn oaks chant sad airs
In the east of darkling day;
Dirge winds blow through barren boughs
Tuneless symphonies.

10-2-20
Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu
Constance La France...

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tuneless piano
silently singing
the truth of silence.

broken keys fallen
in the rounding path 
of stiff ticking clock.

sun of love once perched
fingering the hearts
joined the joke of life....

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FROSTY   DAY  IN   THE   CITY

Wetless day,  birdless trees,
Witless denizens of metropolis
Long await the bus into
The delights of Manchester.

Townless  bus waiters  -
Their earphones are essential
For Deaf  Man’s Buff  -
Tuneless music....

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From claggy Bedders and Hornets hump,
From Cordell, Laws and Radar.
We trundle merry like a thump
To see Fab Adies sock.

In hoodie cloves and clippy breeze;
In Disco Dave we pledge.
I chortle like a tuneless wheeze
To see Bad Adie rock!

On Kunterblanche we make our name,
A pallet one and all,
Then Turb into myself again
To see Mad Adies frock....

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MOTH    MUSIC



Beautiful
Bright butterflies
Paint my skies.

Their Jack of Clubs jackets,
Their silent wings,  sing
A tuneless  colourful air.

First this way,   no,  that,
Hesitant  and  persistent.
No strings,  no percussion.

Movement and  symphony
Of  colour

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Written by Sydney Peck  for 
Gail Doyle's   Contest    Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses...

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Funny how we all strive
To get ahead
When in our hive
Getting out of bed
Is a challenge

Funny how we all love
To be loved
When in our hearts
Pierced with Cupid’s darts
It just aches

Funny how life
Is filled with strife
Yet we stumble on
Whilst we sing a song
Even if it is tuneless

Funny how jokes
And puns and pokes
Pulls at our face
And fills empty space
With joy and giggles

Funny thing
life...

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My sweet tongue is coiled, prepared to pounce,
ready to be free of those three heavy notes.
The major cadence forms in my chest and 
the melody rises: a spectrum of mutinous lyrics, 
a crescendo that’s longed to sing from my throat.

They are released from their cage in a discordant chord,
each tuneless, grey syllable tumbling from my mouth.
The raw words widow me three times over, 
each ponderous sound confronts your puzzled face 
as the tune melts in your silence, dispersing in the pale air....

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