Best Pipe Organ Poems

My favorite dream,
Not so ordinary, I guess,
Not sex, wealth, fame,love...
Not seeing long missing ones,
Not vengence, not pride,
Just simply bona fide,
Getting my hands,
On a grand cathedral
pipe organ

I've had this dream often,
Give me 5 or 6 manuals (keyboards),
Leave me some snack food,
And leave, shut the door,
And I...

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Reality has escaped me as I sit in this dark room
The space that you used to occupy so fully.
Cold, sterile walls stare back at me
Ticking clocks go unnoticed as my mind is swept
Away, like your short-lived life.

Eyes closed
I hear the sweet lilt of your voice
See...

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That Hammond B3 can spit and growl,
Any other organ will throw in the towel...
Add a nice Rhodes piano  to the mix,
And you have a sound that you'll never need to fix

Ah, a chance at a pipe organ would be ecstasy,
And likely the highlight of...

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The music was somber and slow,
an old, out of tune pipe organ.
The lights were dim, and flickered,
the air heavy against my lungs.
My slow steps are silent, muffled
by the tear stained, worn out carpet.
It was just the two of us there,
standing on either side of the...

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Sunday morning and the rain is still falling
After lightning parted the night sky
And shook windows with the thunderous sound
Of the parted clouds crashing back together
And after this night of pouring rain, howling winds
And flashing windows people file into the Cathedral.

The echo of shiny shoes against...

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Outside you just see the marquis,
it’s ancient lights all glittery,
amidst a city past it’s prime,
hallmark of a more genteel time.

This was a movie palace once,
now mostly stage, theatric fun,
larger than Broadway’s hallowed grounds,
though it’s the only stage around.

Old New York has dozens of plays,
here just...

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A KISS (3 Tanka)

it was just a kiss
two kids on a carousel
pipe organ playing
ups     downs    around and around
a kiss I cannot forget

we kissed at midnight
christmas eve and mistletoe
good friends surrounding
i had dreamt of such a kiss
all through high...

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A beautiful cathedral of glory 
Deep within the heart of Paris is found. 
It has become a place of world renowned, 
And has a rich cultural history. 
 
It all began in the twelfth century, 
When a cornerstone was placed on the ground. 
As the...

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Fall Of Berlin

There on the wall hangs a mixture of paint on linen,
Leaving the impression of a city besieged, encased in ice;
Purposely frozen in horror to remind the living,
Of blood oozing from the rubble into the streets.

The Red Army has encircled Berlin during the second...

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Gabriel groaning:
" Another Godzilla flick!"  ( 3 second delay on sound track.)
Almighty critic. ( Cue theme music and metallic pipe organ roar.)...

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a spider can descend on you
at any time...at any place...
on your foot...or in your face...
it could be clean...or dirty...
but in any case...
life could be good...
or a poorly run race...
it doesn't really matter
dressed in rags
or dressed in lace
the spider can come,
and in that case...
you might have...

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Prevent From Doings Things Bad

From doing things bad we should prevent,
Them being sure to obtain God's consent;
Rules  read;
Prayers said,
And now we understand  what He meant.

Jim Horn

Barbara Bush ceremony was something else.
Incredible pipe organ....

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Down the faithful brick stones he goes with his favorite monkey Spiff
through the alley where twilight glints soon turn from pinkish to gold
beneath a yawning sun. Bringing forth a new day, Tee Hee the nonpareil of his industry is an enigma to the passing crowds....

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Long nights
transcribe me into a clacking music.

Harpsichord bones and broken keys,
nailed to an out of time tune.

A somnambulant self-winding
pipe-organ, whistles
as it pushes moments around
as if time could be saved
for later use.

A mind-locked keyboard
is stuck in the middle
of a revolving thought.

I lay down in the back...

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If those halls in that place
I called home at the start, 
that particular smell that ached
right along with muffled choir 
vocals and pipe organ music,
equally mystical and subdued 
like soft rains at Summer’s end-
If they are as potent 
as the motion I’m making 
at the...

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