Violins Poems - Poems about Violins

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violins begin swelling as piano blends harp strings sing amen...

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14 eggs 2 1/2 tsp. of salt 2 1/2 tbsp. of vinegar 8 cloves of garlic 2 korean green peppers 1 redli 4 green peppers 1 1/2 tbsp of sesame seeds 1 cup of soy sauce 4 tablespoons of crown royal 1/2 cup of honey 2 tbsp. of sesame see oil 2 tsp of chopped ginger root Hard boil eggs 20 minutes. Peel after ice bath. Peel eggs in...

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"And the birds twitter like whispering violins." ...

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Violins plucking strings of horsehair, satin ribbons violet violate a dark foresaken world like a beautiful dream romance unravels the sweet pain comes undone then those wild horses dance macabre neck-to-neck racing all the way home for want of a better country, these beautiful creatures limbs racing all lathered opening wide and unconquered plunder new territory in the red seeded seat royally the hidden thing beats...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying becoming withered memories leaves are drifting and rain is falling and the river flows like a stream of glass the grass is fading and birds are flying away and the forest is taking on a sombre hue and storms shake the ocean of my sleep where my hair is soft as a spider...

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With fingers so pliable Vivaldi violins play breathtakingly fast In seasonal works ,written to last....

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“ VICIOUS VIOLINS “ VOICES FROM SOMEWHERE I’VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE HARMONY FLOWS SMOOTHLY MAKES ME WANT FOR MORE ...

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"The earth has music for those who listen." ...

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I hear them on the television, like I have a choice, that's flat-out all they show these days: Politicians with their elucidations tangled as Grandma's yarn. Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared; "It's your own fault, my good friends, frankly, we need bold solutions" they boom; then hike the price of gas. And the voices of we, the people; lost like violins in a marching band. Simile Poetry...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying becoming withered memories leaves are drifting and rain is falling and the river flows like a stream of glass the grass is fading and birds are flying away and the forest is taking on a sombre hue and storms shake the ocean of my sleep where my hair is soft as a spider...

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There's a languorous strain of violins, a concert in the park, In the honeyed warmth of a green day, as bluebirds sing above. Irregular perfect blooms all round, mellow sun is pouring down, Music's in the air like a fragrance, as clouds drift softly by, Like the beautiful and wandering path, of the purple butterfly! The lustrous sunshine violins, fill...

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sweetest strains of violins played by gents with double chins ecstasy, as they hit the highest 'C' if they'd only comb their hair on key...

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Morning brews sunrise colors- yolk yellow seeping over edges; light sterling silver strung; rubbed linens ironed across the rim. The creatural world-a lime olive, sea blue cup- has a view from space: mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep. Sienna red flames bedewed. Aged worn cotton tinctures- the crumpled fabrics' wrinkles are mountains, hills, cliffs ingrained. Threads netted- the indigenous lives captive-evolution. They tat the...

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Painted pictures...of unicorns And painted pictures...of bushes with thorns Flowers grow...on my window sills Roses, tulips...and daffodils Garden rows...of buttercup Flower pots...all filled up Cherries red...in dark green leaves Carnations sewn...on pocket sleeves Cyclamen with white trim...pink Painted on my...wood neck zinke Soft flowing music...of violins Smiling faces...creating grins Writing poems...in my spare time Writing lyrics...rhyme a rhyme...

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