Tympani Poems - Poems about Tympani

...Grown up gaunt and ghostly? Forlorn, forgotten, few. Holy is the host? Well, see... Day of wrath, thy dew. Warlord, hold the highest ground? Strongest in the sound! Giant, issue from thy moun......

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...Sun dog, sign. Belladonna, breaker point, fine wine. Deign? Design. Grimace, Guelf, and Ghibelline. Young? Yes. Grind gears, golden guess. Torment? Foment... Wilt, flower. Master of Fate!......

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...Ultra-Viral In Your Uncorporate Ether A Waterfall A Well A Delta A Shore, Weaves Webular 'Pon Retained Shadowy Time Through Forests And Echoing Tympani Hearts Now Muted. ......

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...Belladonna blue. Scenes in a mystery, do. Hope, need ye accrue? Indeed! Heart, why bleed? Lead? Others or ye? Be! Sea; Four seasons; change? Strange... Cold core, darkest door? Ancient lor......

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...Tympani, beat tremendous! Like thunder roll above! Dark matter a-tenebrous; Knowest thou of love? Ah, young master. In good time! Riddles, rivers, rhyme! Griddle, fiddle, sugar, slime. Cover......

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...Enchanted was I with a cloying scent... whiffs of wild magnolia mingled with the woodsy tang of lemon verbena perfuming the air Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold were clipped......

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...Enticing beat, ancient accolades, achieving ancestry backbeat barrage, buoyant beats crescendo chorus calculations dulled dirges, double drumming durations environmental echoed egos faint, ......

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...Enchanted was I with a cloying scent... whiffs of wild magnolia mingled with the woodsy tang of her lemon verbena perfuming the air Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold were cli......

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...pitch black ... like ink ... or drowning in oil only she could breathe barely ... heart thrumming in her ears like tympani it was all she could hear thankfully ... she had awakened from dreami......

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...If I was the rain I'd be wary of ...friends like me; one of those "fair weather" friends who curse my unexpected arrival on inopportune days -but then cajoled and praised when needed. If......

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...FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key) Times such as these test body soul and mind So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things Like furry puppies, flowers a......

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...~ This poem is written in the 8686 syllable count style of one of my favorite Emily Dickenson poems, 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.' 'pon roiling sea a fierce storm brewed waves crashed w......

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...There are concerts in the sky playing cosmically on high— be they grouping in formation or harmonious creation, fashioned synesthetically, astro-energetically, with conclusion or collusi......

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...All music is relational Even if the instrument itself is unconscious: Like tree leaves in a breeze Telegraph their praise in God's presence, Dot and dash an earthy hymn; Like an earthquake whos......

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...I slip in unobtrusively and take a seat in back, the orchestra is tuning up, I open up my pack and take a rolled up magazine with which to play along, conducting is a passion I have had sin......

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