Best Baritone Poems
An arthritic flesh
Hesitant wipes off deteriorated lens
Every exhale,
Another tragic sulk unto morrow’s pit
Flaunting suicidal fallacies
Off-white flag motions
Signaling mercy under liar’s duress
Muted pride
Cracking dusty knuckles
Penetration’s decrepit vowel
Slipping in between faulty, stamped licenses
Just to belong
Another back-handed waltz
Bordering beggar dialects
Untrue
Towards paradoxical epiphanies
A faceless identity
Converging amongst unwelcomed hymns
Tainting hallelujahs with discolored spit
Worming their decapitated fingertips
With equilibrium massages
Back to a barricaded oasis
Deciphers from a slanderous heretic
Proclamation of syllabic want
As arthritic flesh
Scribbles out expendable nickname
Manipulating good intentions to be sadistically validated
From their rendered nether
Nameless never inscribed a verse to call their own
Struggling to swim
In the rivers they cried
©Drake J. Eszes
Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
(situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails today of such pristine farm country due
to undergo radical urbanization during my boyhood edu
cay ting this sensitive kid asper flora and fauna drastically became few,
but primary aim of poem intent to focus
on grievous sobbing from lifelike goo goo
doll (cries and whispers ken still be heard within beef jerky
ladder day grown man body electric) hoo
vividly recollects scathing stabbing, torquing twerking,
survey monkey wrenching “IDO
NOT WANT TO BE ALIVE” reaction from manifold factors,
which exponentially increased goy tar attacks
targeting thine mideastern suffer tick Jew
such baiting (though nary a hint
how mean neighborhood kids gleaned this information),
since not one kewpie doll,
nor telltale Star of David dead giveaway, no one knew
such sacred symbols never adorned, deployed gripped ourselves,
(Unitarians encompassed family of origin), which credo Matthew
best describes as a hodgepodge, pastiche, ragbag, et cetera of pew
pills amassed from a gamut of disparate Parochial spew
wing litany trouncing as heresy
any diametrically opposed sanctified religious treatises
secular regents questioned plants seeds of white lily
germinating, sprouting and teasing out through
logical, oratorical, rational invocations such a heretical view
which synoptic backstory of mine, now allows,
enables and provides an opportunity for you
to read what I intended to be main essence
of this notion communicated
from one to another primate within the human zoo.
Minimal involvement with extracurricular activity at Methacton
limited to playing Baritone Horny within the band
though marginal interest existed to maintain constancy
feigning noteworthy interest second to none
eventually Mister O'Donnell
(I remember without mental exertion - surmising that tubby name
of bandleader) synonymous with attitude ill suited,
thus loss being banned haint grand
loss, and subsequent loss did not stun,
nor disheartenment arose to forego hearing
future applauding hand, or standing ovation
and felt reprieve, relieve, when refused further sharing of any awards won
yet the greatest joy arose to even the score for decision
foisted upon me to play Baritone Horn now a choice I manned
in tandem with with late afternoon rehearsals
necessitating this boy not much bigger than the baritone horn
to make a mad dash with truckload of academic material
plus encased “mini tuba,” which constantly banged upper right thigh,
and nearly tripped me to go flailing head over heals.
Exhaustion (a welcome relief with sprinting the distance –
possibly even setting a world record) getting linkedin
(half heartedly envisioning myself whizzing
across the mountains viz tour de France
measuring a winning distance – quite an expanse
whereby giving the strong armed cyclist brandishing his lance
a run...er rather pedal for his money,
yet this flight of fancy fragile as a séance
vanished without a trace, although this trance
figurative shifted gears burnishing via sans deus sol invictus
and didst witness glory, where ignominy, humility, and disharmony
Mister McDonald (supposed namesake) from looming maestro,
whose countenance evinced
countless cartoonish, distorted expressive facial grotesqueries
earning apropos sobriquets
who jabbed the air with each illusory add vance.
Upon entering Methacton Junior High School as rookie Warrior,
(the sturm un drang sports team mascot)
no doubt this goy he brew
a facade sans being wimpy kid, bookish nerd, and puny dork
who felt wracked with crew
zing the by gone memory lance of nostalgia to return
and return as endless student at
the Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School,
where failing grades drew
my parents to a private discussion within said
(the one room per grade school house) few
till efforts resulted numb hatter attendance proceeded
(via non-stellar academic performance grew
significant when graduating the sixth grade.
No moment of solace experienced, nor integration this hue
man experienced, and the arctic chill recurring every day
on par with notions of bing holed up in an igloo.
Foul mouthed he was,foul mouthed he was called,
A beast with words,an obsession he wards,
South is his tone,without a fear to his baritone,
A grave his tongue digs,for him he'll only sink.
Liquid fire in his heart
Hands too soft to play the part
but if that fire turns to ice
the tears will flow not once, but twice
The passion play has found an end
For broken hearts that cannot mend
but if that heart turns in to stone
his fate will be to die alone
He knows not how to heal the hole
The true desire lives in his soul
But when desire has gone away
the worms move in and there they stay
A home that is broken when love leaves
Turns to ashes as it grieves
But when that home can stand no more
It then lives only
To close the door
So he begs the stars not to break
For the life he wants to take
But when his prayers remain unheard
The pain he feels
is only stiired
There is no song that he can hear
There is no fate he has to fear
But if love is not a part of it
Then death will be the heart of it
For he will see she does not know
Of all the things he cannot show
No bruises on his bended knees
Just unseen tears and silent pleas
oh lord
how long
shall it take
for
love
to sail her ship
through
this
wall of fire
through
the
truth and lies
until
your
baritone blue eyes
Bari
Red, Maroon
Swinging, Smoothing, Swaying
Candy For My Ears
Saxophone
Dressed in white
Was it really right
Glistening sunset
Where lips met
Wine glass sorrow
A gift is tomorrow
Lowered your eyes
Hiding lies
It was not fate
For love to wait
But it was fate
She would be late
Confetti falling
Broken voices stalling
Shattered stairs
Sudden glares
Highest of high
The lowest sigh
White to red
All were dead
Dressed in white
It wasn't right
Dead in war
...But what for
Due to an inherent desire
for love
we look to tomorrow
in the sybolance of the day
lovers together as one
living as one
Since we had begun
no doubt about it
it's you and I
devolving such a trust
that matures with age
day by day
as time goes by
love for love's sake
we anticipate
Tears of joy
things to make one another smile
Even if it's not done when
it suppose to be
there is is real reason why
We believe together
comfort one another
a bond between us is why
Living as one
each day new chapters have
begun
our love grows stronger as time goes by
marry me for love
take the chance
uncertain and certain
we'll handle each change
not alone but
together
as lovers
and as friends
stronger our devotion
as time goes by
Baritone · Bass · Cadenza
narrated by the Mezzo-soprano (The Meddler)
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The Tenor and the Alto are in discussions of there relationship the tenor is a bragger who wishes to have his companion pregant. She has a solution that wiull teach him not to brag!
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pursuer-distancer dynamic
Les Temps répussinaires
Dynamique poursuivant-distancié
Love Magnifico
Woman Extrodinario
love Ooh we!
Auh---ooh-ooh!
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--------------Col Legno-----Pizzicato---Arco
---------------“All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts and made up of our thoughts. If a man speak or act with an evil thought, suffering follows him as
the wheel follows the hoof of the beast that draws the wagon.... If a man speak or act with a good
thought, happiness follows him like a shadow that never leaves him.”---------------------------------
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he shall do so if Shire shall donate 2 Hogs
2 Cows
20 chickens
1 barrel of wine
5 gallons of whiskey
2 Whores
5 Saddles
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Staple:Bore"& Bell
One must come to Him for salvation
The first thing that one must do is come to Christ for his salvation, no other person or thing can accomplish .-------------------------------
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Pancake Key
Devine love is not unconditional: but is recipacal:
fortune and fame are viewed as a blessing, not as a
random twist of fate
Neither of personal worth annd devine favor
for wealth to lead to complacency and hubri
that weath is not condemned but maybe a personal trap.
wealth and love are fine when pursued with ethical
integrity.