Nimblest stick skims hit drum skin
Bring submittance to my ears afore deafened
Transmitted rhythm rips something
Transcribes fusion to percussionless essence
Slight vibration of battered recipient
Resonates hot with beat's cogent command
Arcaic lyrics kept frosted ambivalent
Snare wires wrap me tight with dire demand
Equipped persistent musician tender
Taps jazz ostinato out until my innards revolt
Sends suddenly a heart buzz centred
Haphazard feeds my ardent uncovered pulse
Simultaneous cymbal clash climactic
Existing utterly in thrum ghost note's vacance
Subdivision given in drummer's frantic
Twirled gut spasms driven by his incessance
17th October 2020
- Emperor Ultimate Music Maker, Ace -
I want to sing your name forever
Categories:
transcribes, animal, art, for him,
Form: Rhyme
This Gentle Poet
by M. Griswold
07142020
With pen in hand, he scribes emotions tide.
Feelings that live, passions that in him abide.
Shifting to and fro, love runs hot then to cold.
From his heart he transcribes stories to behold.
Blooming forth are words with his tender caress.
Those verbs of extreme feelings he must confess.
His love of quill leads a throbbing, chasing heart.
And scribes magical dreams which are miles apart.
The only gifts of true value which he can afford.
Are those few lines of devoted spirit to record.
Gentle forms of eloquence and beauty shared.
Soul filled, heart to heart, in truth and fully bared.
Exposing that inner self, he trusts readers complete.
To those his heart he gives freely for them to keep.
Rich treasures of dedication in documents prosed.
This gentle poet's love is affectionately composed.
Is this gentle poet's writing so truthfully exposed.
Categories:
transcribes, identity, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
In the depths of the abstruse pages
A quill transcribes fathomless thought
Feathered ideas guilelessly tethered to
Existence with a black ink onslaught
The same plume that once lifted its own maker
To heights undreamed of on the ground
Disembogues reflections of speculations
On white pages that are now confound
A blank slate now full of words
From those who have come before
leaves us to cipher fact from fiction
At the confluence of winged lure
Categories:
transcribes, analogy, deep, metaphor, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Amidst the dancing, drumming drops of rain,
Nature's natural cadence can be heard.
And every note restores hope, yet again,
till suddenly, life doesn't seem so absurd.
Her soothing music calms a hurting heart,
overshadowing all negative vibes.
And as hearts heal, anxieties depart,
enthralled by the rhapsody, rain, transcribes.
Ethereal chords plucked by unseen hands,
release a symphony of joyful notes.
And instinctively, your heart understands
the message of hope: falling rain promotes.
Imbued within the rhythm of drizzling drops:
you discover a harmonious bliss.
For in the pitter-patter of raindrops:
you detect the sound of an Angel's kiss.
Categories:
transcribes, 10th grade, angel, beautiful,
Form: Quatrain
( as an after dinner wonder mint )
It's a park but there's no grass because everyone's slipping on appeal.
Everyone has cameras except the girl.
They're taking her picture.
Now they're taking the girl and leaving the picture.
Someone warns them the sun is freezing or the grass is coming back.
All the cameras disappear and everyone pulls out badges.
Everyone is arresting everyone else.
The judge says something to the girl.
She transcribes but mouthes to the penguins in the front row
that she doesn't believe him.
They don't listen being packed in ice.
As they thaw they like her less.
The two doormen remove the entrance doors and exit.
Through the exit enters a large film with all the badges taken as evidence.
All the pictures taken that day prove no one had film in their cameras.
The girl pretends to type but no one minds because her feet don't touch.
The cameras are fired to test the murder weapon.
The grass holds the judge in contempt.
His eyes film-over.
He appeals to the penguins but they freeze for a picture.
Categories:
transcribes, i love you,
Form: Didactic
OUR COLLECTIVE MIND
TRANSCRIBES A ONCE POWERFUL KINGDOM
NOW DESTROYED BY THE WINDS OF TIME
AND THE HANDS OF GREED.
THE MEN OF POWER HAVE BEEN BROKEN,
BUT WILL NEVER SEE A RENEWED WORLD OPEN.
LET US NOW CREATE A NEW KINGDOM,
FOR IN WHICH WE ARE ONE.
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BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
APRIL 2013
A POEM ABOUT RESTORING THE U.S.A. BACK TO A TRUE REPUBLIC.
Categories:
transcribes, america, analogy, corruption, creation,
Form: Dramatic Verse