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Fiddle-dee-dee

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

In Wonderland dwelled Tweedledum and Tweedledee, twin brothers;
And genial next door neighbors, like the rainbow's changing colors.

Employed by the Mad Hatter, at Vale asylum, in Looking Glass Land,
The twins managed that institution well, like thunder, in command.

Their homes and land were edged by a flowery fence, somewhat tall;
As sturdy mountains surround the valleys, awaiting sunset's enthrall.

Fittingly the twins shared many friends; like fun flowers, unforgotten,

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Duino Elegies: The First Elegy

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.

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The Fallen Elm

by John Clare

Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.

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Haunted

by Siegfried Sassoon

Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.
A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool
And baked the channels; birds had done with song.
Thirst was a dream of fountains in the moon,
Or willow-music blown across the water
Leisurely sliding on by weir and mill.

Uneasy was the man who wandered, brooding,
His face a little whiter than the dusk.
A drone of sultry wings flicker'd in his head.

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Questions Of Travel

by Elizabeth Bishop

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,

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Recent Music Poems

Music box

by matthew ramsey

Through the endless halls
That melodie plays
A maze of halls
And desolate ballrooms
Long gone an age

Yet it remains
To play until the stars die
Oh what a wonderful melody

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Pick Up My Lyre

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

Please let me pick up my lyre
And recite this poem
As you dream undernearth the stars
I'll be careful to pluck the right notes
And not go off-key

Fiddle-dee-dee

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

22. I'm contemplating while my mind is pacing

by Kea Campbell

I’m contemplating while my mind is pacing, heart is racing, and hands are shaking.
I’m calculating this devastating shape I’m in.
My body’s bruised, and time is too short to watch all my friends move on with their life un-renewed.
Life’s a motto of ‘save yourself’, but what does that mean? Spiritually? Materially?
My problems aren’t new, just unimportant to you.

Saturday 16 March 2024

Spotify Stalking

by Frangipani Rhett

I cried so hard last night
That I played a song on repeat
It was one I pulled from a Spotify playlist
That I want to assume is yours

It sounds like a lullaby
And I imagined you singing it to me
Telling me it'll be alright
And running your fingers down my face

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