"tympany" poems
Poets DO have issues!
Poets are insane!
We have a different record groove,
We have a different grain!
We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!
(chorus)
Poets hear their colors,
Poets see their songs,
Poets touch the music notes
They taste to sing along!
We wear t-shirts in 10 feet of snow
Coats in sunny climes!
We have no sense of timing
'Cept when we write our rhymes!
We go out in stormy weather
When it's clement we stay in!
We eat pizza in the morning
Write limericks on a whim!
(chorus)
We are calm when life gets frustrating
Mad when things go well!
Write rants when times are blissful
And sonnets when it's hell!
We travel to the Moon and back
Wear Stardust in our hair
We sail the very Cosmos
Sitting in our chair!
Our pens they scratch a tympany
Our pages plumb the depths
Of profound Pacific trenches
Or drown in puddles wept...
We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!
Poets hear their colors!
Poets see their songs!
Is that so ridiculous?
Folks, is that so wrong?
Poets hear their colors
The colors of the heart!
Come and see this song with us
**Let your mind fall apart!**
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 7/10/2016
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
-
upside down
butterflies
twirling
tin
sun
spins
fat raindrops
splatter
against
piccalo
wind chimes
staccato sound
drifts
an oboe car
horn
a far street
away
alto tympany
of liquid
from the
gutters
striking the
kettle drum earth
basso profundo
voices
a dark backlit
choir
from
the
clouds
rumbling
along
tree limbs
sawing
violets
and
viola
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
~~~
beaded curtain coming down
cacti wear a jeweled crown
it's difficult to wear a
frown
the smell of succulents and sage
the tympany of titan's rage
my mood has changed
i turn the page
through the leaves
the moisture seeps
in cloud cover the sun sleeps
birds are hidden
in their keeps
and all around
*the sky
weeps*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/4/2016
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
The Moon Man sat
Upon a branch
Fat and jolly
Strong and staunch
Just sat there
Broke out his lunch
Put his banjo
On his haunch...
Began to strum
A happy tune
I asked my favorite,
"Clair de Lune"
He said he'd play it
And we'd spoon
It's gonna be
So HOT in June
The heat is comin'
Comin' soon...
He rested there
upon that limb
The cats played sax
Upon a whim
They were right
In tune with him
The Star-fish
Began to swim!
The Moon Man played
The crickets sang
Through the night
The music rang!
We had such fun!
The drums would bang
The tympany
Made beat and clang...
Then he got up
His full height
He made his exit
To the right
Flew off that branch
Into the night
now the fireflies
Hold his light!
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/18/2017
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
And forgive me for staring but I've never seen/eyes like yours, take my breath, and I guess what I mean is/I'd follow you down into hell and back home if you'd let me.
If you'd let me I'd give you the rain, and that moment at night when the sun has just set, and the stars/and I'd give you my heart and the air in my lungs and I'd walk out to meet you/it's never too far if I hear your voice at the end.
If you'd let me.
If you'd let me I'd draw you a city and when it was done it would rise off the page, and surround you/and I'd bring you flowers at 4 in the morning/because I can't sleep when I know you're upset...
And I know that I'm young/and I know that you're busy/I know that I'm not what you planned and it doesn't make sense/but the problem is when I'm around you my heart is a tympany drum and my mind is a mess/and the only thing in this whole world that I want is to see/you/smile.
So if you'd let me I'd like to be someone who stays up till 5:15 in the blue morning and watches the sunrise with you from a rooftop/and looks at you like you're a dream.
And I love when you stutter and trip like a brook on your words, little pebbles that tumble out jumbled/I love how you laugh and the way the world fades when you look in my eyes and take/my breath/away.
I'd like to be someone whose voice makes you smile, whose bad jokes cheer you up on your cloudiest days/whose eyes in the dark tell you "You're the whole world, and there's nothing so wonderful as your next phrase."
I love that you hug me for longer than I have expected whenever you leave me behind/and I love that sad moment when I linger watching you go cause I can't walk away when I know you're still there...
And I love all your scars and the way you've endured and I want to be all that you're missing.
And if you'd let me I'd love you through all of your faults and your petty mistakes and your failings/and I'd be the steadying arms every bad day and the voice that cuts through your self doubt to say you are amazing/and I'd be a love of your life because I'd be so sure that you'd always be just what I wanted/and I'd bring you flowers at 4 in the morning/because I can't sleep when I love you so much...
If you'll let me I'll be your adoring companion/here, quiet and sure that you're brighter than all of the stars/if you let me I'll love you with all of the parts of me I have held back and I'll give you the world/and the only thing in this whole life that I'll want is to see/you/smile...
If you'll let me.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
A Feller's Opera
She sits upon
a bracken grave
with arms like
twisted thorns,
weeping in the
undergrowth
the soprano
widow mourns,
singing
haunting melodies
portentous
and forlorn,
the dying forest
will gaze no more
on sunsets
nor misty dawns.
Her haunting voice
will echo
'tween hollow trees
she calls,
a crescendo of
crotchet splinters
over timber
acres sprawl,
to summon
silent her aria
as mighty oaks
then fall,
to rise no more
in glory,
to stand no more
so tall.
Whirring,
snapping,
crashing down
as the whip
of progress cracks,
rolling,
beating
like a drum,
carving its
gruesome track,
a tympany
of lumberjacks
wave their batons
like an axe,
to the rythmn
of a wooden heart
as the wistful
chorus hacks.
Sweet the sound
of wailing song
across the land
does sweep,
devastating
landscaped eyes
in eerie silence
shall weep,
'tis her prelude
to the end of time,
that was never hers
to keep,
she sits upon
a bracken grave
to cry herself
to sleep.
©RJVHorton2014
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
Spoken into a beam of light;
A lifted weight of eternal might.
Trancending toward expansion's core;
Awakened in whom we're carried for.
A uniting in breath at deep request;
As the rhythym of longing inside our chests,
Becomes a symphony of tympany pattering the sky,
Releasing intent in the dissention of I.
In the embrace of all, in Love, as one;
Truly then has prayer begun.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC