Tympans Poems - Poems about Tympans

... * Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. * ~ bend … your voice to me tickle my tympans with a w......

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... I blundered … through the dark forest - I knew where I was headed though I’d lost the trail many hours hence but darkness had now fallen and my face and arms were etched red from my many st......

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...the Golden Gate, she sang to me in a darkened whispered voice El Niño crying like a spoiled child of all the sad souls brought to her with desperation’s choice that flew like angels from her tr......

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...I hold you ... tight to my chest but with a concerned tenderness, as if you are an infant that I am shielding from a storm ... or an angel of Valhalla - her last breath given, ear-to-heart for......

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... we … are trespassers … can you feel them? the blooms, electric? our world is pregnant with other worlds - transient planes of existence that are provisory to entirely disparate rules and ids......

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...we ... are strands ... they, a strumming, resonant - notes of an ambrosial strain that tickles the tympans of life and enlightenment ... they are thistle on the breath of spring, pappus of a b......

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...oh - prithee, my darling ... let me hear you whisper - mold a heart with those perfect bows ... crimp them, coy and parted, ever-so-slightly - tenderly puff that absinthe-sweet breath upon ......

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...pitty-pit-pat, pitty-pit-pat ... dark attic, echoing ... tenderly rain on tin roof above, her nana's voice, ages hence - lives ago, really ... calling … "Little Tea Pot, Li......

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...A lifetime seen thru silence at your side, From tiny lad to manchild in your shade, One sole intent - to earn a nod of pride, Tho' I was never worth the effort ma......

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... oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined and hold me to your ancient emerald breast - I long to hear those thrums within, the pulse of thickets vined ......

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...Oh, jungle, deep ... hug me close your jade breast - I long to hear a thrum within ... let your warm whispers tickle the tympans of my ears with sultry songs of your essence ... and your ta......

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...There is a language in the language that only I speak There is a weave of gossamer meanings that vibrates Meant to tremble the spirit like song on the tympans To drunken the heart wi......

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...My eyes look for you ... My heart bleeds the truth, My spirit enters your soul completely. Where do I end and you begin? A mosh pit swirl of emotions and ids, Each breath a swoll......

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... my red-robed friend grand on your perch how regal yours - now dressed for church so formal how you meet the springtide dawn thus singing bright 'til morning's veil is gone o......

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... I filled my heart with music of the moon thus pulled it close about me like a wrap my tympans gently trembled with a tune I held my breath of starlight and danced upon......

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