Best Basses Poems

A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
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SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA

There’s a player up there
                          stomach resting on his chair
     blowing air
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...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- 
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Sometimes trees’ green fingers
Stand still like reposing harbingers
Of hope and despair; they meditate
On our ignorance of them who medicate
Us when diseases burgle into our souls
Taking us unawares like April fools.

At times tree branches and leaves
Come to a halt and fold up their sleeves.
Like parentless kids,...

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when eve doth fall upon summers’ end, 
   a hint of splendor bequeathed arose
upon firmament as changed scenery 
   (this third equinox act since new year) bellows
basses loaded and blasted in sync with pyrotechnic pizzazz,
   while orchestras suites scored...

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At Choir Practice Observing

Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.

Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did church bells rang,
And after hearing each alto and tenor
Surely knew...

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The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s  Il neige sur le crime

Are we buried under snow holding our silence
in what immense Cimmerian (collision) of terror ?
The mouth kept open in the shriek of interminable shade 
lips held fast in the frozen depths
we...

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I wonder why aliens stay secret
While the elites play with their demons
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

Secret basses on the moon
keeping the public in doom
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

The most holy of symbols
The Pentagram is quite...

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Sunday Afternoon

Never a more beautiful day,
Marvel upon marvel of
The grace upon grace
Which God sends.

Pieces of heaven,
I know he has prepared.
A symphony of birds,
Basses to lyric sopranos,
Lawn mowers adding
Deep sounds of low violas.

Soft harmonies soft thunder, soft rain,
A peacefully sleeping Pekinese, 
Contentment in the kitchen.
The scent...

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Glory be to God for dappled things! 
Look, Mina, where the wanton wind 
is chasing the cloud shadows 
across the dale! They skip like hares! 
Throw open both doors, front and back - 
abandon care! 
Let that breeze, with scent of thyme 
on its breath,...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of crumbs. How very entertaining and mystical. Nine senses of the...

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It will be evident too 
much in our sober 
confidences,
Trusting all we needed 
and to our little yatch 
turns,
Making room for so much 
creativity and learned 
respect,
Grace for tommorrow 
and our hope's needed 
leaps to be in reality's 
endform,
The signs are true...thus 
the times were...

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There’s a player up there
                          stomach resting on his chair
     blowing air
    ...

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