Best Minuets Poems

"Baroque Spring"


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I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to bury the madness
of all things

where the heart
has no contemporary
measure of...

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Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues 
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue  
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;  

Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,...

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this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot going on and on about some girl that left
somebody is allways throwing trash out in the common area
little bits of...

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Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon

Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
 In misty cloaks of tranquility
   Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow 
      In courtly minuets
           On...

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Night…to Morning
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Very often, 
my night hours
Keep awake,
Keep their occurrence
Until morning’s rise,
Keep their words 
Under darkness…and
Their poems wait,
Disregarding
Inspiration from
The luminant moon
In favor of the sun’s 
    birthing day.
I keep my sleep’s 
    dreams abloom 
In the acres of 
 ...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps –
(struck like clicking castanets
      ...

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The call goes out, the horn it sounds.
                   Someones fight for life begins uptown.

         Most of us hear that...

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It's another day when 

the bed sheets are half kicked to the floor,
the pot is full of cold coffee,
the ash tray has another cigarette, 
the recycling bin has another Sunday paper, 
another dirty dish of scraps of food in the sink, 
the minuet hand is...

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Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave, 
Everything to the other, 
In energetic zealous rave.

Heaven and earth co-aligned, 
Stars shone just on them,
Nature whispered unabashed,
As their voice was of 1000 men.

Morality and good were with themselves, 
Unmarried yet with child,
But they...

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Ending moonshine      

We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of 
nights                           ...

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Animation...imagination,
what's your subjective fixation?

Character's caricatured,
what's the true meaning of culture?

Silhouette's dancing their empty minuets
walking chalklines... trying to forget,
aoristic encumbrance trapped by horizon
self requited state,inescapable oblivion...

Disillusioned by glamours firework spectacle
existing amongst the crowded theatrical,
hard to distinquish the real from the unreal
only to settle for compromised deals...

Truth...

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I sit in the empty school cafeteria 
Watching the floors being mopped 
By a dark skinned worker in jeans and a bandana
Taking in the smells of disinfectant

The tables and chairs are all lined up like soldiers
Awaiting the battle cries
The clock yells out eleven fifteen AM
Forty-five...

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I remember how it is like to be in kindergarten
When life was easy and I never worried
About how they thought of me or the pimple on my forehead
Whether I was tall enough or short enough
I could walk up to anybody and we would be friends...

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Music intersects your soul with mathematical connotations
It is both logarhythmic and exponential in its ability to heighten or diminish moods
to multiply or reduce emotions
to cause enjoyment as well as reflection or introspection
 
Music brings joy to many people
as well as painful remembrances of times past,
of...

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And we, the bad seed, 
will follow with impulse
of devil games in sweet
compulsions.

And we, the bad seed,
our hearts swell like 
filled balloons that is to burst.

Excitement shakes and eagerness
is never ending- one and one
crime after another.
We come to 
cross the invisible line
under the eyes who...

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