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"monophonic" poems
I am a musician. I do not write. I compose. I can tell you the tempo of my heart And how it shifts from adagio to allegro When I see your face. How the crescendo of your smile Creates a symphony in my mind. How the lilts of your voice are melodies I will never forget. I am a musician. I am not a poet. I cannot compare thee to a summer's day But what I can do is compare you to a piece of complete harmony And consonance. I can tell you the names of the chords you strike through my veins When you look me in the eyes. I cannot turn words into poetry or love But I can sing you love songs until my voice runs dry. I am a musician. I cannot write. I can strum you like a guitar and make you hum. I can make you sing sweet melodies when I run my fingers down your spine. I can tell you how cacophonous my life is without you. I can tell you how the melody in a monophonic composition feels When you're gone. I can feel the syncopation when we are in a fight. I am a musician. I am not a poet. I cannot put into words how I feel about you. But I can sure as hell try In this word sonata of thoughts.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
I Am A Musician
No monophonic masterpiece Sung on a monorail In monotone with MSG That's monosodium glutamate I say that monotonously A monoplane monopoly A monomaniac with monomania A monocle for monoculars A monograph of monogamy Monocetyledons- plants with single seeds A monolith that's monogramed and monochromatic You know the monosyllable of monotheism as fact There is no monomial for mononucleosis Are eggs mononuclear? Monoxide just sounds dangerous I have a monolingual term for mono It's bad so please don't catch it
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Mono-Y-Mono
I am in love-- with the monophonic hum of the vibrating strings of existence, stars and fingers and atoms singing a Gregorian chant, the chaos of particles, wildly dancing, the beauty of the infinitesimal, the belief in a theory of limitless possibilities. I am a poet, not a scientist. When I close my eyes, I exist on a quantum level. Physicists' particles, theorists' strings, dance in purest form: gracefully spinning en pointe electrons, belly-dancing quarks, lithe and writhing, a photon, swaying, dressed in light. For comfort, I walk at night on Einstein-Rosen bridges from my world to others, searching the stars for angels; for escape, I wrap myself in a quilted multiverse, knowing that a version of me exists in a universe with a version of you.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
String Theory
Magic man of monophonic root wreak havoc on the planets of the yester-years I never saw. ‘Til this very morning, I wake. I listen to the thirst and fear and funk of a trembling flower. ******* and pain is hard to swallow. Breathe, awkwardly through stars of the regular. Your tears are too cool to cry. They would dry up and crust under a spotlight hotter than Mars. But you cry to me, in the midst of an hour, minute or day. Now a momentous speck of stardust.
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
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If electric bicycles Are not technically vehicles; Then they are subject To the same rules, protections, and treatments As that of pedestrians & traditional cyclists. If electric bicycles Are technically vehicles; Then they are subject To the same laws, accommodations, and treatments As that of operators & traditional motorists. You can have elements of either Without the full embrace of one, But this creates confusion. Not only on the part of the individual, But legislatively & judicially.
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
Choose A Direction, Monophonic Countrymen
I never could play the violin very well, Unlike banjo, bass or guitar, Violins require that delicate touch And precise bow. It is easy to pluck a banjo And make it talk. It is easy to slap a bass And make it walk. It is easy to hit and strike a guitar And make it weep. And it inconceivably simple To make a violin stretch, Just drag the bow, Be it horsehair or the wood Across four unbroken sliver strings, Like a knife. Making sounds that birth cringe and shiver, Sickly shaking notes that winge and quiver. -Jamie F. Nugent
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
Monophonic