Tambourine Poems - Poems about Tambourine

Mr tambourine man played a song for me Why does Mr musician play a song for you ? I'm crazy Crazy people need a tamboriner . I bet every one in the world is crazy it only matters The degree of craziness I will not go to the grave because When I go to the grave my...

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Along the road where moonbeams spill, the gypsy wagons wander still. Their lanterns swing like fireflies caught, each wheel a whisper, each song a thought. The fiddler hums a ghostly tune, that weaves beneath the weeping moon. A tambourine keeps time with dreams, and horses wade through silver streams. No map can mark the path they tread, no stone remembers where they led. They chase...

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Tambourine tears fall with such grace They actually make music on my face A festival of salt on blackened skin Pickled smile teasing the audience again Bitterness is an acquired fruit After fasting, it is at least something…to eat A means of consuming protein…the meat Of getting back to business and reconstructing Changes shuttle as seasons flavor the wind Like melting snow The saltiness gives...

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Room to shake my tambourine That’s all I ask, and a space to dance And twirl my scarves and entice you to pay A corner to read your palm and collect silver A tiny nook to park tarot and runes Most of all a place to shake my bracelets...

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She twirled in like falling autumn leaves of gold. The ultimate heroine of fabricated stories of men of old. Her castanets clicked in a gleeful, happy friendly way. Tambourine Woman had entered the fall fest fray. She brought in dragonflies, they flew at her command. She is here! Someone said. They organized an impromptu band. Tambourine Woman was no legend or...

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Tom played the tambourine It was a spectacular scene He danced as he played The dreadful noise that he made Caused the people that passed him to scream...

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Lovely Mystical one Hearing what we cannot Flowing with your tambourine dance Gypsy...

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No sonnet to hold the magic of feeling, A trembling tenderness in my soul delights – A shadowing sonnet to reflect the lights, The beauty, the beauty, of ever believing. No sadness to spoil the depth of compassion, A freedom so simple, though love lives still – A flyaway sonnet to soar with the thrill, The release, the escape, of all...

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Oh, merry tambourine, shake-shake your beat. Entice our gypsy lady from her seat. Swirl her body. Make her show each bangle round her ankles. In your pulse entangle all of us with magic mirth replete! Turn and thrust and twist her hips petite. Let staccato move her tiny feet. Make her shimmy-shimmy with your jangle. Oh, merry tambourine. In the night, by fire, we...

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Blond light Falling through The clouds Traveling down For miles and miles Striking beneath her Tambourine smile...

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