Sing a song to praise the sun.
Sing it loud before day is done.
Sing a song to praise the moon.
It always seems to leave too soon.
Today is the fortuitous day
the little elephant is given away.
You would sadly miss
giving it a goodbye kiss.
Marching to the sound of the drum,
sounds of a monotonous thrum.
Syncopate the sound instead.
Dance to the song in your head.
Never frown for your face may freeze
and you would not be able to sneeze.
People would fear to look at you.
They'd rather see your smile come through.
Always show your best face
filled with love and glowing grace.
Life is short, my little dear,
adorn your days with gleeful cheer!
Categories:
syncopate, animal, children, dance, music,
Form: Rhyme
To count, uphold the beauty of the form,
Or to depart, defying honored norms?
To contact ground with regular impacts
Or syncopate one's way off beaten tracks.
The bard, in famed soliloquy, departs;
To be, or not to be constrained, these arts?
For I am bickered, battered, torn and worse:
A muse abused or joyful freed in verse?
Categories:
syncopate, muse,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark side of the moon.
Gyrating in a sensual frenzy
of broken dreams,
exhausted bodies execute
a heart-break dance of missteps.
One last mournful note
and the music ends.
Categories:
syncopate, love, moon,
Form: Free verse
Heart beats
chest breathes
diaphragms expand
eyelashes blink
muscles stretch
mind thinks ;
cartilage contracts
glands swell
lips quiver
sinew syncopate
skin, spine, senses shudder
tongue tastes
ears echo and resound
bones break
bodies bleed
breasts ache;
life begins
living is short
time is long
live it well
existence is
everything
that matters..
Categories:
syncopate, analogy, body,
Form: Blank verse
repeated
sounds amplify,
syncopate
unveil
marshal
the subconscious
into
surreal
simplicity
of
assonance
and rhyme
Categories:
syncopate, music,
Form: Verse
The Oak Leaf
Tenaciously upon its bough
The wintered, withered leaf
Sustains the Southern wind somehow
Like breakers on a reef.
Each naked limb...a syncopate...
In "New Orleans Rag" time
And time again to abdicate
This clinging from its clime.
Aloft, above, abreast a hive
Of busy buzzing bees...
The taste of honey brings alive
A temporary tease;
But in the distance, thunder shouts
And lightning cracks the skies...
The circ'ling West wind joins the South's
As every leaf mound flies.
Still sticks the withered leaf above
Like honeyed toast...cohesing love.
2.25.2017©deborahburch
Sonnet
Categories:
syncopate, allegory, life, love, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Besides the hallowed covenant of The Way
There is only one other univocal tenet I obey
The human spirit is insuperable and indomitable
Though it can wield an evil that is so abominable
Our essence is both distilled and defined
By what I would collectively call "humankind"
Despite war, disaster, catastrophe and disease
We have a resplendent life hidden in the parentheses
With ethnic cleansing, racial profiling, and hate
We have solidarity and unbridled hope to syncopate
Though the warts on the face of this cold, cruel earth
Conspicuously present themselves amongst our glee and mirth
They can be overlooked to reveal a complexion
That represents the depth and breadth of our cross section
As cliché as it sounds, good defeats evil in the end
And we have infinite, exponential amounts of it to expend
So call me quaint, trite, or even naïve
Besides God, there is only one other thing I believe
I am convinced that man is intrinsically honorable
Despite also being innately intolerable
Categories:
syncopate, celebration, destiny, dream, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
When grass dances
In the singing winds
To the syncopate melody
Upon the tree of joyous lark;
The envious rose flower
Fresh lets its bright petals
To the ground far beneath fall
In protest to the conspiracy
And wonder of awesome nature.
When green grass dances
To the purple singing birds
Sinking into the waning sun
So does too the wind sway
Like the conductor of orchestra
In such beauty behold
All sorrow is far gone
Ever with the wind
Never again to come.
Categories:
syncopate, analogy, beautiful,
Form: Dramatic Verse
There was a young man who Size
Caused dames to tremble their Thighs
Swoon-- their names when he called It
and syncopate at the sight of his.... Wallet!
Categories:
syncopate, funny, funny love,
Form: Limerick