Ultrasonic Poems - Poems about Ultrasonic

... ukelele ululating ubiquitously undulating underappreciated ultramodern ultrasonic Ukrainian ......Read the rest...

...(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots) We may not be deemed apostolic recorders But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of Our life’s sojourn in the sh......Read the rest...

...Just when we chase after our dreams, a strange guest emerged lurking behind the shadows of yesterday, as it travels through borders everyone wish it would remain a foreign disease. Soldiers sent ......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time, in a land far from far away, tiny people with big feet and small toes danced to a harmonic beat. They made drums out of beats and made beats out of drums. And with their small fi......Read the rest...

...No Saints were Artists…. Suckd down a portal incorrectly chosen by disbelief blah and a challenge that is ill advised plays out a lost and a soul was threatened to be taken but shou......Read the rest...

...Micro-particular molecular particles whose properties carry less mass at any given time typically are airborne, only to be respired and absorbed through means of respiration. Exhaled only to be onc......Read the rest...

...Drinking this bubonic tonic with sonic running through my veins, making these feelings seem platonic and the world a bit brighter and better with these quadraphonic sounds and with these hydropo......Read the rest...

...as the occupiers of wall st. come out from the places that the cold rushed them off to over the brief winter months, now sleeping straight across from the stock exchange, they no doubt get to look fo......Read the rest...

...Atlantis will be proved, one day soon. when the moon the planets are in tune, and we will see 4 self, crystals were yes, used for health, used for power, perpetual motion, Tuaoi stone the g......Read the rest...

...Crystal Ball Crystal ball's, a concentration point, for the one who see's afar, like old Nostradamus, looking darkly quaintrains are... (for those that see images in the mirror) crystal......Read the rest...

...I pick myself up with elevation and tempered elation. Turn it all around to lift spirit from the ground. Wipe the grime soiling with desperation within my station to choose the path of sound t......Read the rest...

...So… Does the wall tick your life away? Too much sand for a forked head? Parricidal tyranny rules your place, Melted into your wrist, Breeding dodecagonal planes? Revolution, the only way Slo......Read the rest...