Best Midi Poems

Pride of Place - My Mother's Piano

My mother’s hands on ivory keys wove enchanted runes
Then flew across the keyboard in musical monsoons
Notes of black and white in song serenades communed
She coaxed the claviature to plaintive and musical cartoons.

Eighty-eight keys remember days of Claire de Lune,
Sonatas...

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no more ringing
in my ears always
being Quasimodo
screaming about
the bells

i set my house
phone ring tone
to play a MIDI
Wagner Ride
of the Valkyries

and my cellphone
wake up alarm tone
is Bach's cello
bourree which
peacefully draws

me from my sleep
but the machines
at work later take
over so yelling
becomes

the norm for 
speaking so
now i adorn
headphones
after...

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Kei behem nameh midi


Poem 1)     Kheili khosh geli
Poem 2)     Ou cheshaye ghashangi dareh
Poem 3)     jeegareto bokhoram

Even the Titles are in Persian, the actual poems are in English....

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The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked body
through her hot, darken coffee


--

The Master’s Piece, inspired by B.S....

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots, body odour -
"it's always the girl's fault - she led...

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Sunday
fun day

elders
brothers

from church
they search

warm place
wide space

for folks
need jokes

chill out
burnt-out

tired knees
'neath trees


19 April 2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest 
2nd place


Notes: A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte (French: Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île de la Grande Jatte) was painted from 1884 to 1886...

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The window opens on our secret travels

Mist of saline uproar raids on the space

What keeps us awake and makes us sagacious

Under this afternoon luxuriously blended,

 

The addition and ebb, mineral materials

To leave the sea , invade us of yesterday:

The small square of ocher resists ,...

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Rise up  child, 
Rise high.
It is time to ignore the existence of racism  discrimination , antagonism,  tribalism and  xenophobia on earth. 
As It is hard for you to change some people who hate the truth. 
Stop playing victim to favour others, 
Correct your small mistakes...

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Midi bright October night,
In the sky-eyed clouds,
Gold and silver    then    my Lord
Did radiate thy wondrous light.
At each few steps I paused,
Turned my face upward
To bathe in your suspended strength -
Bearded Zeus,
Thy razor-sharp nose, 
Square-cut head,
Ulotrichous beard,
Blazing away  ...

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Louis came to the café around one,
set his wooden boxes beside a table 
and looked at the chalk board menu as 
he felt through his pants for money

He decided he could afford a 
baguette, a small slice of 
Brie de Meaux, and a pear 

He...

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One
Two
Three
Four, who are ya going fer
Two
Four
Six
Eight who ya gonna inshe-ate
Nobody the public schools, the government
Just one day U all haf-ta rep-present
Not politics just hi-Ocrets
ReachN out gleanin warfare chexs
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
GONNA STOP ME FROM
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
GONNA STOP ME...

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A democratic process is done with three elements in a pool of maxi,midi and mini matching the three phases of a house construction like foundation,walls and roof.

Maxi is people,midi the Government and mini is Ministers working for a trust as trustees between people and the...

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Cliff
On sea cliffs walks a breath of grace
Windswept wonder splashed on her face
Sun shadows dance around her feet,
Delight in this sandy retreat,
Green parasol, like flower blooms
Floral scents and ocean perfumes,
Flowing spice of the salty air,
Carefree breeze tugs curls in her hair.

Wind song of the sea...

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There will be bell bottoms at the nursing home with me grinin'
And "Play that funky music white boy" will be spinin' 

With body shirts clinging to a hairy chest 
Gold necklace that bobs and jiggles at its best

As I strut my stuff going to meal...

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A NOTE FROM MALCOLM

My advice is free, and time’s not billable
Try speaking French and I will soon know
Don’t claim a local or a provincial accent
It really does not sound as if heaven-sent
Nor a comment heard such as il fait beau
As the accent is always on...

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