Viol Poems - Poems about Viol

...Drink the water of mountain brook Sweet and clear, it fills you with joy Try it once, very soon you’re hooked Much like ale, in thirst, to enjoy Ancient music, from ages gone by Is like stream......

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... Written: December 02, 2024 ____________________________ At dawn cradle, Dew blankets the earth, whispered secrets swirl among stately elms, a chorus......

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...A STUDY IN VIOLET This treasure house of objets d’art Littered with plots and storylines A room encrusted with jewels of history Inviolate – and undisturbed. Over there, a military tunic Bl......

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...Silver streaks of zingy songbirds and choral trills. Orioles in Scarlet - gorgeous carolers of dawn canzonet with a sapphire score. Rich viol spells of melodic melody they engu......

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...When I think about the definition of beauty When I think about beauty that's true All thoughts lead me down the same boulevard And that boulevard then leads me to you Place a kiss on your che......

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...How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica without a melody played by the bearded deacon, priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata; there, the Viol was played by Angelic of......

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......As the years went by Nick’s playing came less often, as he wandered, he just became a vagabond, going to almshouses in winter. That’s how he came to Watertown in the sad last year of his li......

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...mound vacation leap sadness viol frame pit castle ground elevator hold testament kitchen situate aluminium oculate octopus talk biblical stories......

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... Farcical characters of ill gestures, they be no friends of mime Mute clown suits wearing viol marionette smiles all of the puppet string time I tell you, of a silent truth, those......

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... Black faces of wooly lost voices, do you hear the siren call of Little Miss Bo Peep? Can you see her waving a dollar ensign, Grand Opening mall flag? Does this retail muzak rh......

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... Sarcophagus beetles gnaw on these bones buried in the catacombs They still have zombie feast needs of me long after I’m gone The scratching on the whited stones of the sunken mauso......

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... Digging up buried bones of the past, formaldehyde memories ... crypt debris Re-examining works long dead, suspicions placed once again under the microscope Detect an exhumed lie, s......

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... War ain’t a kosher thing The killing of innocent human beings was never FDA approved (From Da Almighty) Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty to the citizen poor But they openl......

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...Le Problème avec des Blancs – Translation of Jim Everett’s « The White Man Problem » by T. Wignesan (Jim Everett, Mawbana Pleregannana, b. 1942 on Flinders Island, Tasmania, has had a chequered......

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...Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan (Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without minci......

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