Best Conducting Poems

On the 
Mussetle Train
I go

Going 
s l o w l y. . . going
nowhere

Where can
I take this train,
pray tell?

Prayers
are needed for
this trip!

Tripping
on words, I run
off...

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i've seen it several times
someone motioning, flourishing
waggling, swinging, curving
hunching, moulding, stooping
pulling shapes, a twirling
a form, a delineation, shadows
fingers, tree branches, winding creeks
sometimes a head inclines...

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....in retrospect
There were mirrors  there
Behind it, where all the Jews would hide
How can someone blame the black despair?
All You were, was a mirror over...

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 Shadowland 

Chained to the addiction of tempting Fate 
What if I told you that my life was once like yours?
Torn between love and hate
A...

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On a desolate splendor of this autumn night
We listen to the serene call of the gleaming moonlight
Deciduous trees stand tall to acclaim its magnificence
Conducting the...

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Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head...

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Seashell Symphony,
On ear, rhapsody playing.
Ocean Conducting!


Dedicated to Raul...you're a very good teacher...tell me what you think?...

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Rain has become synonymous with gray,
signifying a storm is on its way.
A skittish sun silently shrinks away,
allowing shadows to overcome day
and clouds to release droplets...

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Hail from top of birth birch tree,
A birdie sings merrily;
Prancing to and fro on each branch,
Pink, yellow, white flowers on its beak are clamped;
Yearning everyone’s...

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I hear them... their sweet lullaby
     strummed by a gentle breeze.
How lovely, this fine summer day,
     wind...

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for René Passeron*

             You may not grow old too soon
   ...

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The maestro conducting the bands
Could get none to follow commands.
Though skilled and respected,
Sadly, he'd neglected
That morning to put on his pants.

2.7.20
For Tania Kitchin's Limerick contest
Confirmed...

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"Puzzle Stomped"



Pieces scattered
placed on a table 
with boundaries 

between 
the incarcerated margins 
there are strict conditions

Time drips 
its wet connection
each piece a stair fitted 

imperfectly
perfect...

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A dream in tune with waking world,
meanings grasp conscious unfurled,
alive alliteration aligned,
beautifully poised and perfectly timed.

Lucid dreamer weaving webs,
create rising tide that never ebbs,
perihelion pendulum...

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I met a man who was a builder, harder life than some.
His lifetimes measure built of him the man he has become.

A carpenter who works...

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