Best Classically Poems

Snowman stands in all his splendor
Perfectly made of three snow globes 
Proud of his coal eyes and carrot nose
Large colored marbles for mouth and smile
Hardy twigs at his side for arms
Glancing down he’s quite content
He was made anatomically correct
Classically covered by a large fig leaf...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly hoots, too diabolical
for screeching
watches me with frozen
yellow-eyed silent contempt
vengeful ferocity...

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As a great lover of classical music
over many years the violin became ace
one particular lovely lady enchanted me
Anne-Sophie Mutter classically first place

This lady appeared in the Yellow Lounge
a night club in Berlin, she did astound
the Club Album played out such true class
covering composers splendidly crowned

Classical...

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INTRODUCTION:  Hold all applause to the end
Erasing all challengers by moon of night.
Mark of the PANTHER with claws lock jaws
Branding its territory with swift  swipes.

He stalks the jungle
Polite stealth steps, rip raw
He crept
He lives for the chase.

His love of the game, a 
Powerful...

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Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better business opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here he meets his wife
and they have kids
who also have kids
now...

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I gazed at the waters beautiful face
quenching my thirst
for communion with the Creator...

as raindrop fingerprints
dissipated into my soul
wearing translucent wings...

causing the stars of our Ancestors
to flicker and blink...

in Chameleon Coded Celebrations...

breaking down barriers
with a photosynthetic breath...

setting free
CHALKFIRE
whispers...

TEACHING TRUTH...

connecting
faith with unconditional Love
and Gemstone Gratitude...

a classically conditioned
home...

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Like the alarming abandon
          & disarray of Jackson Pollack,
    equally beguiling disciplined
       skills as in classically baroque 
         airs...

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I hear my name being called in the night
Stephan, Stephan, Stephan
I wake in a sweat, knowing I belong here
Dead bodies trample upon me
As I begin to lose my mind
I hear my name being called
Stephan, Stephan
The ravens are here
To devour me whole
The bloody feast of holy...

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Winter Solstice Heralds Cyber Age

Summer Solstice has the longest day and the shortest night

Winter Solstice has the shortest day and the longest night

Mid Winter Night's Dream is the play that Shakespeare didn't write

On this night the stars, galaxies and nebulas perchance to dream

The Greco-Roman mythical...

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MUSIC IS AN ART
Roy Mokoena

Unlike an ordinary song, 
this is the sound of a chirping bird,
too rhythmic but polyphonic, 
an awesome melody,
no human voices attached,
only notes and beats connected together 
to define music as an art of singing!
Too soft, a gentle rendition
Not very loud but...

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I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like...

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Call it intuition…
She’s got what we need before we get to wishing…
Simmering, stewing, mixing,
molding and making;
Adding sage and wisdom, sugar and spice,
Stirring, pureeing, refining; baking.
Her recipes are full of love and devotion,
Her soul goes into every concoction and every potion.
Sweet and sour, joy mixed with...

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Bad blood.

Yes, that's the substance

That appears to be touring amongst us

Stains of a silent vendetta

Howling against my cranium

Classically, such a rhythm dances

With a carelessly, continuous tune

Am I but an indefinite design

In this fearsome game?...

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Singer,songwrter and piano man
We,fifties teens remain a fan,
Classically trained,a musical chameleon-
Oh Carol,hungry years, took him to Amarillo
But never,solitaire,this brillant Brooklyn fellow.

Tribute to Neil Sedaka ,71  years young this year...

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I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps and the stairs
Imitating a sassy ballerina with great skills and care
It's like a prima donna which was galloping gallantly
The mystical...

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