Best Organ Poems

He can turn the crank, to tunes of happy song,
One that his crowd has cherished for long,
But something has so terribly gone wrong
For someone has...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose...

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Sam Ebenezer
a sad ol' geezer
was lamenting his shrinkage of late:
my worthless ding-a-ling
is a bell without ring
my manhood in diminishing state
 
From whence I salute
is thin...

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LIFE IN ETERNITY*


1.

The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent...

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Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”

of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate 
heated rage 

such opera...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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Cathedral woods.
Sunlight streams
through stained glass windows—
mosaic of yellow and red.

Tree pillars
hold up the sky dome,
wind organ whispers.

Orange and crimson,
sassafras and sumac
light the path.

On the altar...

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She hid the pain behind a smile 
as she walked slowly down the aisle.
Her doubts she struggled to restrain 
behind a smile she hid the...

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At the end of the day
  Cavalcades of color play
a majestic organ in the sky
  ~ Earthly audiences sigh

Fire-orange blazes on top
 ...

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i wanted it...my God i wanted it

...but how do you do that...

                           ...

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The sun rose in the west today – or, perhaps, I was standing on my head?
I went to a funeral for my very best friend,...

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from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays

from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter

from distaste of the...

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No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her

Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or...

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What is this thing we call a HEART? We spend our entire lives talking about it. When a child is born and you gaze upon...

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Twas the night before Christmas and I was a gasp
    at the rumors that filled me with an odious fright.
For Santa Claus...

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