"thrump" poems - Hello Poetry

You mad genius, Hep cat with the small change jinglin’ in your pocket and razorblade at your throat Jagged gravel voice crooning love songs about the Apocalypse and the gritty city streets Crazy angel talking to God and dealing with the devil; raconteur to both Dig that broken glass cry deep down inside rising out of your ragged mouth Piano playing jazz, muddy beatbox boomin’, guitar wailin’ in the back alley Car alarms and the thump thrump thump of the bass, city life and high nights Crank up the noise and blow that sax, got Ol’ Scratch on your back and death hitchin’ a ride Ya gotta keep the fire burnin’ ‘til the snake oil salesman slither on home to his whiskey bottle Lyin’ with your dreams on, just keep playing that late night street corner diner song ‘til I’m gone ‘Til I’m dead, far, and gone

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Sep 17, 2011

Sep 17, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC

TonguesOfOthers

Ode To Tom Waits

You mad genius, Hep cat with the small change jinglin’ in your pocket and razorblade at your throat Jagged gravel voice crooning love songs about the Apocalypse and the gritty city streets Crazy angel talking to God and dealing with the devil; raconteur to both Dig that broken glass cry deep down inside rising out of your ragged mouth Piano playing jazz, muddy beatbox boomin’, guitar wailin’ in the back alley Car alarms and the thump thrump thump of the bass, city life and high nights Crank up the noise and blow that sax, got Ol’ Scratch on your back and death hitchin’ a ride Ya gotta keep the fire burnin’ ‘til the snake oil salesman slither on home to his whiskey bottle Lyin’ with your dreams on, just keep playing that late night street corner diner song ‘til I’m gone ‘Til I’m dead, far, and gone

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More on and more over Get up or get on Heard it in a song once Twice they sang it live Take heed, take your time You know the rhythm Thrump bump bump Thrump bump bump Just do it they say All over the radio waves Need to know Yes you do! Of course we don't But they sing and sing Thrump bump bump Thrump bump bump Wave to the music Drop to the beat Its taking over your senses Like the smoke in the air Sweet sweet notes Dark dark meaning Thrump bump bump Thrump bump bump

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Apr 12, 2013

Apr 12, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC

zac-sandri

Thrump Bump Bump

More on and more over Get up or get on Heard it in a song once Twice they sang it live Take heed, take your time You know the rhythm Thrump bump bump Thrump bump bump Just do it they say All over the radio waves Need to know Yes you do! Of course we don't But they sing and sing Thrump bump bump Thrump bump bump Wave to the music Drop to the beat Its taking over your senses Like the smoke in the air Sweet sweet notes Dark dark meaning Thrump bump bump Thrump bump bump

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forgive me my madness, eccentricities, my faults my tenderness that pain a thorn inside my brain and skin so human that it hurts my eyes of marble so hardly knew intense; a sight beyond light and that thrump within the cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow some of which my soul measured a life on hold to save this spot so much like Gold.

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Dec 24, 2018

Dec 24, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC

eprobles

A HUNDRED POEMS - XXXII

forgive me my madness, eccentricities, my faults my tenderness that pain a thorn inside my brain and skin so human that it hurts my eyes of marble so hardly knew intense; a sight beyond light and that thrump within the cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow some of which my soul measured a life on hold to save this spot so much like Gold.

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