"paradiddle" poems - Hello Poetry

frozen in time he was quite the spectacle thick rimmed frames traced rigid lines projected from kaleidoscope eyes sharp with the corners of unknown dimensions caught hot handed both in expectation and reminisce so awkwardly present most nights he spins fairytales double-dipping moons in molten watches skewered with his arms these wooden poles stirring the coals buried in ashes he steps lightly.stomps dances with the rings of saturn then rolls like thunder chasing Zeus's sore words zig-zagging down to earth ooohhhh….. he may not melt hearts with that shoodoop that bebop but they break for his habit of making promises he who holds time in the cave below his tongue which now juts left off the reef of his lip slip into trip - - - skip fall.into.this. go mad for the pitch of his sweat glaring at the spotlight Dalí painting worlds in the moments between your ears and soul he is god to their populations and their hymns excite rhythms ignite visions of hard candy tumbling your teeth smooth as river stones he does not belong in a gallery no high tipping wine sipping city slicker big wig should ever feel comfortable in his blast radius he makes bombs from tribal instruments wigwam concoctions set to test resting souls for pulses paradiddle defibrillator triplet stent for arteries he is tall and now thin pressed against the wall as if under interrogation splitting breath from its carbon asphyxiated by the frame he spells his words with motion I find him mute

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC

steven-hutchison

Portrait of a Drummer 11/30

frozen in time he was quite the spectacle thick rimmed frames traced rigid lines projected from kaleidoscope eyes sharp with the corners of unknown dimensions caught hot handed both in expectation and reminisce so awkwardly present most nights he spins fairytales double-dipping moons in molten watches skewered with his arms these wooden poles stirring the coals buried in ashes he steps lightly.stomps dances with the rings of saturn then rolls like thunder chasing Zeus's sore words zig-zagging down to earth ooohhhh….. he may not melt hearts with that shoodoop that bebop but they break for his habit of making promises he who holds time in the cave below his tongue which now juts left off the reef of his lip slip into trip - - - skip fall.into.this. go mad for the pitch of his sweat glaring at the spotlight Dalí painting worlds in the moments between your ears and soul he is god to their populations and their hymns excite rhythms ignite visions of hard candy tumbling your teeth smooth as river stones he does not belong in a gallery no high tipping wine sipping city slicker big wig should ever feel comfortable in his blast radius he makes bombs from tribal instruments wigwam concoctions set to test resting souls for pulses paradiddle defibrillator triplet stent for arteries he is tall and now thin pressed against the wall as if under interrogation splitting breath from its carbon asphyxiated by the frame he spells his words with motion I find him mute

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♪ ♩ ♫ ♬♪ ♪ ♩ ♫ [for Snare Drum] Client-centered, data-driven, yet their sins are unforgiven. Tweaking the assessment standard while the Word of God is slandered. Current practice (science-based) meanwhile, souls are laid to waste. Evidence-based evaluations fail to stall abominations. Power slideshows, bullet-pointed bypass Christ, the Lord’s anointed. Titled expert: talking wraith, buzzword-based, devoid of faith. Sources cited, praxis theorized. Mankind’s plight ignored, unrealized. Humankind enthroned, enshrined, entombed in shadows yet unshined. Branding, marketing, organized crime: brother – can you spare a paradigm?

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC

connecthook

Paradigm Paradiddle

♪ ♩ ♫ ♬♪ ♪ ♩ ♫ [for Snare Drum] Client-centered, data-driven, yet their sins are unforgiven. Tweaking the assessment standard while the Word of God is slandered. Current practice (science-based) meanwhile, souls are laid to waste. Evidence-based evaluations fail to stall abominations. Power slideshows, bullet-pointed bypass Christ, the Lord’s anointed. Titled expert: talking wraith, buzzword-based, devoid of faith. Sources cited, praxis theorized. Mankind’s plight ignored, unrealized. Humankind enthroned, enshrined, entombed in shadows yet unshined. Branding, marketing, organized crime: brother – can you spare a paradigm?

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Boys in a brick labyrinth retired structure two boys coming to age bricks, bricks, bricks back to their first days Hallways like blood veins through their body like gold veins through this cold mine They know them intimately seemingly with no ending Left right left left: a drummers paradiddle stairs up, stairs down, chambers and iron gates vast expanses, great pillars stand guard Sentinels of the brickyard Miles, unfathomable tons of red rock The Courtyard sky so blue and so outstandingly high Summer nights under endless whites the bricks outnumber these lights Hide and seek like you've never seen! never stray too far count to 50 - ready or not There's always a new spot Boy hides and boy seeks to find footsteps echo off of every. single. brick. Imagine his face, the boy with blonde hair as he runs around the corner and finds a girl standing there

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC

josh-redd

The Brickyard

Boys in a brick labyrinth retired structure two boys coming to age bricks, bricks, bricks back to their first days Hallways like blood veins through their body like gold veins through this cold mine They know them intimately seemingly with no ending Left right left left: a drummers paradiddle stairs up, stairs down, chambers and iron gates vast expanses, great pillars stand guard Sentinels of the brickyard Miles, unfathomable tons of red rock The Courtyard sky so blue and so outstandingly high Summer nights under endless whites the bricks outnumber these lights Hide and seek like you've never seen! never stray too far count to 50 - ready or not There's always a new spot Boy hides and boy seeks to find footsteps echo off of every. single. brick. Imagine his face, the boy with blonde hair as he runs around the corner and finds a girl standing there

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I could only see from beneath her wanderous eye Even from afar she’s still in sight I long for her breeze and warm light Clashing like fire and ice Too much for me to grasp I feel a ripple and hear your sound Like one of a paradiddle all around Approaching softly Out of her ken until again She lost me.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC

ShaynPowell

breeze and warm light..

I could only see from beneath her wanderous eye Even from afar she’s still in sight I long for her breeze and warm light Clashing like fire and ice Too much for me to grasp I feel a ripple and hear your sound Like one of a paradiddle all around Approaching softly Out of her ken until again She lost me.

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It's raining outside. Of course It's raining outside, it always Rains here. The drops rasp on the skylight; They streak down the windows, Clinging onto the glass, praying not to hit the ground. Hitting on the glass, the ticky-tack Drip-drop pitter-patter paradiddle Resounds in my mind. I hear it, the rain, but not the rain. I hear it, your voice. The way you laugh, your rises and falls, your tiny snorts, your aghast gasps and sounds of speech. Your lips parting and pursing, your Tongue weaving a song, breath Sounding and resounding with the rise and fall of your chest, heavy with tender love. The deep gray refracted in the water Is so friendly, so inviting, when it Speaks with your gentle voice. It's raining outside, and I would bet It's raining on you too. Maybe even, The whispers in the rain, Sound like me to you.

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC

rz-earnest

Rain Whispers

It's raining outside. Of course It's raining outside, it always Rains here. The drops rasp on the skylight; They streak down the windows, Clinging onto the glass, praying not to hit the ground. Hitting on the glass, the ticky-tack Drip-drop pitter-patter paradiddle Resounds in my mind. I hear it, the rain, but not the rain. I hear it, your voice. The way you laugh, your rises and falls, your tiny snorts, your aghast gasps and sounds of speech. Your lips parting and pursing, your Tongue weaving a song, breath Sounding and resounding with the rise and fall of your chest, heavy with tender love. The deep gray refracted in the water Is so friendly, so inviting, when it Speaks with your gentle voice. It's raining outside, and I would bet It's raining on you too. Maybe even, The whispers in the rain, Sound like me to you.

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