Syncopating Poems - Poems about Syncopating

...Once there were sisters in duet a pair that were tough to forget Their tap dancing was entwined as their two lives always aligned Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat kinda sounded something like that......

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...The Edges of Rhyme I wrote the playbook, watching what they took While the earth shook I could not look In the direction of the Big Book Like a fish caught on a nasty hook Ruminating , ......

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...Harmonious is not a horrid homogenized concoction, pulsed and blitzed in a blender mixer, until the notes and flavors meld and gel set. Instead it is a polyphonic pitch ensemble, a juxtaposition ......

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... "Strange Vampires" all those years ago, when conspiracies flourished around did we or didn’t we go to the moon, when we were once human, proved to be lies, whicheve......

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...Sacred music is not a performance Thing, an exterior-focused ego-enhancement event that expertly v nascently happens to win/lose competitive LeftBrain dominant Me An individual dissociated......

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...Hand in hand, we walk along. Flicker up the sand. Amidst the soft light of summer's evening silhouette, The sky stack with images of a beautiful portrait. Colourful sunset over the sea. Landsc......

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...Music drifts down into the dim allies A rhythm tune coming from every home. Filled with the laughter of broken voices. Like waves rollicking with the sound. Cuban nights syncopating by stress......

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...It is not necessarily established as True that all capitalist and patriarchal red roads lead back to EmpireBuilding Rome Ancient Rome as original win/lose supremacist Home unveils no more than......

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...Ecopolitics of music appreciation and performance is not about race, other than sufficiency of syncopating rhythm and pace, nor only about competing subcultures, although this comes closer to my ......

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...To all known shades, O virtuous Hinds, With peerless hunger of a sordid kind: Cover your ears. Cover Your spirit. Do not Put the watered pot beneath the sun, that neutral sun That struggles n......

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