Syncopated Poems - Poems about Syncopated

...Orchestrated they succumb onto her board scene ~ As success thrills the ordained Queen of mean--poet As the Pied Piper grips her baton, she conducts her subjects, women of the Mississip......

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...Today, my hair is jazz— wild coils improvising in the wind, syncopated with no apology. It scats when I walk, riffs when I laugh, and plays the truth off-key because it knows perfection never ......

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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 do......

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... I objestigate between arabesques and sleep, fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps. I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking, that welltering inflection that I call plockingism......

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...Title: Jungle Love (Under the Stars) (Verse 1) We’re lost in the shadows, hearts racing fast, You’re my muse, love and hate, I can’t resist this blast. Underneath the moonlight, in this midni......

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... Written: January 10, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The stillness separates us — quivering quietly akin to the cusp of daybreak when whispers wane — it ......

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...The Iceman the Bronx/Tony Adamo I DIG THAT THE ICEMAN’S BACK, HITTING THE SPOKEN WORD STAGES IN THE BRONX AND THE OTHER BOROUGHS IN NEW YORK/AFTER ALL HE IS BORN AND BREAD IN DE BRONX/WORD SPITTER......

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...Seventy-eight A number, a heartbeat, a nation's pulse Freedom's rhythm, syncopated with time Tricolour dreams billowing in the wind Saffron courage, white truth, green hope Ashoka's wheel-spin......

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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.......

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...Awakened "Silence fills all the spaces between the soft flutter of fragile butterfly wings. There one second and then gone, the faint breeze in a syncopated song. As twilight gatherers t......

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...Emaciated test-tube mutations Raised apart in pristine distillations Conceived in dexedrine celebrations and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations of the professor’s choicest pheromones Right-......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996) In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night? The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar A tsunami of dis......

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...Leisurely sat on a busy beach A hive of noise and activity A collage of shifting Shape and colour form Just casually surveying the view I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun Scorc......

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...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......

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