Best Longa Poems

Poesy requires skill and meter,
     and a bard of golden heart;
or he will tire and teeter.
“Ars longa, vita brevis.”

A bard must...

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Ars Longa

It finally happened!
Someone in the East Wing
Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant
a la de Kooning.

A blond with Vogue patterns
is crouched on the hall--
She's...

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Ars est longa,
vita brevis.
Art is immortal.
Art is infinite.
Pictograms tell a story,
of Man that have past.
Terra cotta pots and cuneiforms,
Depicts their details of Lives.
Paintbrushes and canvases,
bring...

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Living musicians compose
      
     Dead musicians decompose



    The title is Latin for:
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*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois  page 1

Only the oldest among us all
can truthfully tell...

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Brutus Iulius Trois Page 03

Grey eyed Brutus was  truly a Trojan son 
as he attended his father upon a great hunt
Jealous Juno hated this...

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Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger, 
till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,

Porkupine is great, on the Aboriginal plate,
a favourite...

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It’s cotton sleeves and naked shoulders, since
the balmy southern evening’s close and warm.
“Aida” underneath the stars tonight!
Bassoons and oboes, eager to perform,

are practising brief runs....

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Silence
Beware the silence in your head,
Best check to see if you are dead,
The words are there but nothing said,
Blood does flow, still bloody red,
Prospect uninviting,...

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Tribute Poem, Dedicated To Memory Of Our Loving Father
( 1901- 1968 )

A man of great courage and iron nerve 
as a youth into trouble he...

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Epigrams VII

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: 
am I or are the others crazy?
—Albert Einstein, poetic interpretation by Michael R. Burch


The Whole of Wit
by...

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They nagged him till he'd had enough.
His one remaining joy was snuff.
Beyond the post that ends his race
he has found a better place.
This is no...

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Seated in yoga position
As cool instruments play
Driving negative vibration
While solemnly I pray
 
Yoga relaxes mind
Setting my cares behind
My best way to unwind

Closed eyes meastra
Seated in...

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Sonhos profecia e fidelidade 

Os nossos sonhos são profetas. 
Na vida e nos negócios
é preciso fidelidade aos sonhos; 
é preciso adesão firme. 

A corrida da...

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The writer's stories fill many a page 
Sharing their talent of which they are proud 
That has been so since before the Stone Age
Some quiet and modest,...

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