"trinkle" poems - Hello Poetry

Monk tinks tonight fine glasses clink convivial banter bubble pop blink in breathing rooms bit woofed and stirred the smoke mint sound we dare exhale Monk swings about a bell do ding the huey blues bird bops on wings hips juicy moves rubby mounds wet **** slow drum rolls blow dance steady bump Monk rocks the house the clock do tick me feets be tappin gonna busta trick key ******* bounce mouths all agape we gettin down like crazy apes Monk’s muzik rides a sonorous beam levitatin hipsters to places unseen gosh groovy tunes a **** good gig we all stoked up Monk we do dig Monk played alright some swingin tunes Happy B Day Monk you over the moon Thelonious Monk (October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982) Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane Trinkle ****** 10/9/13 Suffern jbm

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Oct 9, 2013

Oct 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC

james-bradley-mccallum

Monk Muzik (Monk at Minton's)

Monk tinks tonight fine glasses clink convivial banter bubble pop blink in breathing rooms bit woofed and stirred the smoke mint sound we dare exhale Monk swings about a bell do ding the huey blues bird bops on wings hips juicy moves rubby mounds wet **** slow drum rolls blow dance steady bump Monk rocks the house the clock do tick me feets be tappin gonna busta trick key ******* bounce mouths all agape we gettin down like crazy apes Monk’s muzik rides a sonorous beam levitatin hipsters to places unseen gosh groovy tunes a **** good gig we all stoked up Monk we do dig Monk played alright some swingin tunes Happy B Day Monk you over the moon Thelonious Monk (October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982) Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane Trinkle ****** 10/9/13 Suffern jbm

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monk jumps trinkle ****** trane criss crossin time aboard idiocentric planes whacky Hackensack moods near my mysterioso home round bout midnight gleaning brilliant corner poems hummin blue monk blues i surrender dear Bemsha swing cast away Friday the 13th fears melancholy ruby swigs straight no chaser shots just let's cool one at the red hot 5 Spot rollins and griffin jammin hudson riverside house Weehawken royalty bows to a spiffy charlie rouse we remember mintons a vast creative flood monk be boppin on stage when in walked bud red rooster clucksters raising town hall roofs consecrating spaces playing Monk's hallowed tunes "pianos don't play no wrong notes" we heard Thelonious once say his utterances on the upright keys ingenious music maestro on display Music Selection: Thelonious Monk: In Walked Bud Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial 10/10/17 - 10/10/17 Orlando 9/28/17 jbm

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC

james-bradley-mccallum

monk cent 10 I al

monk jumps trinkle ****** trane criss crossin time aboard idiocentric planes whacky Hackensack moods near my mysterioso home round bout midnight gleaning brilliant corner poems hummin blue monk blues i surrender dear Bemsha swing cast away Friday the 13th fears melancholy ruby swigs straight no chaser shots just let's cool one at the red hot 5 Spot rollins and griffin jammin hudson riverside house Weehawken royalty bows to a spiffy charlie rouse we remember mintons a vast creative flood monk be boppin on stage when in walked bud red rooster clucksters raising town hall roofs consecrating spaces playing Monk's hallowed tunes "pianos don't play no wrong notes" we heard Thelonious once say his utterances on the upright keys ingenious music maestro on display Music Selection: Thelonious Monk: In Walked Bud Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial 10/10/17 - 10/10/17 Orlando 9/28/17 jbm

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An unusual crowd gathers I can make out faces through every window Blank, staring, sea of faces Eyes fixed on the hillside across the way My house seems only an obstruction An optical obstacle obscuring an oncoming out pour Unblinking they look at that overgrown hill Where the wild brush spreads and those old rails stay planted Stretching east to west Those ******* rails that those ******* trains would rumble down at four in the morning Blaring their horns and shaking my bed Until the sun woke up on schedule, like clockwork Over and down the hillside, water starts to trinkle Slipping and sliding How ghastly it grows From stream to spout to rivers with rapids Until the tidal wave shows its face - blank, staring Eyes fixed on me In the face of the end, I turn and flee So many loved ones and trinkets to save But the water is up to my knees And the crowd - unmoving, unthinking Without a gasp or a word of dismay They open their mouths to drink in the doom Parched since the prelude for the secession of air Too late for nostalgia Impact. Empty handed the crow and dove shall return

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Aug 20, 2013

Aug 20, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC

tyler-lynn-pulliam

Like Ashes, I Crumble (A Midwestern Tsunami)

An unusual crowd gathers I can make out faces through every window Blank, staring, sea of faces Eyes fixed on the hillside across the way My house seems only an obstruction An optical obstacle obscuring an oncoming out pour Unblinking they look at that overgrown hill Where the wild brush spreads and those old rails stay planted Stretching east to west Those ******* rails that those ******* trains would rumble down at four in the morning Blaring their horns and shaking my bed Until the sun woke up on schedule, like clockwork Over and down the hillside, water starts to trinkle Slipping and sliding How ghastly it grows From stream to spout to rivers with rapids Until the tidal wave shows its face - blank, staring Eyes fixed on me In the face of the end, I turn and flee So many loved ones and trinkets to save But the water is up to my knees And the crowd - unmoving, unthinking Without a gasp or a word of dismay They open their mouths to drink in the doom Parched since the prelude for the secession of air Too late for nostalgia Impact. Empty handed the crow and dove shall return

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Feel the smoke enchant your lungs trinkle up and bite your tongue Fall into the mystic haze, go on now, float away Ponder up to worlds so sweet where troubles are lost and the thinker will sleep The lost lovers can meet once again- say hello to a long lost friend You can dance with sunshine and sing to the birds Breathe in the sublime with vision so blurred Cause when reality gets rough and you've just had enough There's always an escape in the land you can shape-

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Dec 15, 2013

Dec 15, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC

relumer

Daydreams

Feel the smoke enchant your lungs trinkle up and bite your tongue Fall into the mystic haze, go on now, float away Ponder up to worlds so sweet where troubles are lost and the thinker will sleep The lost lovers can meet once again- say hello to a long lost friend You can dance with sunshine and sing to the birds Breathe in the sublime with vision so blurred Cause when reality gets rough and you've just had enough There's always an escape in the land you can shape-

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Wail 'n' whine of the saxman's blues The syncopated sizzle of the drum kit Trinkle, ****** of fingers fervent The jigsaw jazz of a cubist portrait

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC

aylor-t-talbott

Rhythm-A-Ning

Wail 'n' whine of the saxman's blues The syncopated sizzle of the drum kit Trinkle, ****** of fingers fervent The jigsaw jazz of a cubist portrait

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Fast, windy, noisy, such as the wind at sea. light, wispy, fluttering, as a bird to be. frantically, busily, swaying are the leaves blowing in the air as the storm briskly rolls through just like a running stallion or mare last raindrops drip and trinkle down, like little trinkets to the ground. As darkness leaves and now is bright from dark to grey and now clouds white. From thunderous claps and echo's gone. A rainbow prevails as this painting's dawn. A new day gone and another sigh' with a poetic painting 'the storm gone by'

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC

Sherri

poetic painting ' the storm gone by'

Fast, windy, noisy, such as the wind at sea. light, wispy, fluttering, as a bird to be. frantically, busily, swaying are the leaves blowing in the air as the storm briskly rolls through just like a running stallion or mare last raindrops drip and trinkle down, like little trinkets to the ground. As darkness leaves and now is bright from dark to grey and now clouds white. From thunderous claps and echo's gone. A rainbow prevails as this painting's dawn. A new day gone and another sigh' with a poetic painting 'the storm gone by'

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