Best Quartet Poems

homemade scarlet string 
    light Aroma 

mottling Degree 
  burning 

autumn Leaves – 
   with nymph flapping wings 

  you win 

  waltz to the rhythms on the
    zephyr's caroling strain

 rainbow-colored 
 ...

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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems

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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
(4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems)

When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your...

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Tenor winds of Spring,
A swift orchestrated gust;
Ensemble of air.
*
Ensemble of air,
With Summer’s baritone draft;
Layered season breeze.
*
Layered season breeze,
Falsetto of the Fall’s fugue;
In the this quartet.
*
In the this quartet,
Soprano hums, Winter‘s end;
Quartet of the winds....

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1 the year end
   auld lang syne , my dear
    into eternity

2 long grass,
   tall nettles-
   no mower

3 AMATORY DESIRE
    the need
    the longing
    the touch,
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THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET

The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
A Capella joviality, with torquing wrists, snapping fingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.

Dapper in their pinstripe suits, hats — Delmonico brand.
Sweet Adeline, drawn out.  My Adeline — peaks, lingers.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in...

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Moe
Larry
Curly

Shep 
Joe

This Three-Fifth Stooges moron quartet
are brain-slow slugs you don’t wanna IQ know

Just sitting on a milk crate,
waiting outside of the MGM studio gate
Moe, Larry and Curly passed my way

They were yukking it up,
talking clown downright tomfoolery
Saying how they were the new chaos custodians of...

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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells like hair tonic
shaving cream and old leather
and the only noticeable...

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i treated your loss just like death
grieving for you as i did my mother
i still wonder if the universe
wasn't teaching me a lesson in karma
for you were a personification of heaven
which surely meant there would be hell to pay

for a year i tried to drown...

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summer before freshman year
stargazing from the muddy banks
of a class celebratory bonfire
across the roaring river

multiple guitar melodies
competing with the sounds
of joyous screaming and laughter
as well as the usual night life

ever the outsider
all alone in the crowd
why am i here?
cause she invited me

she rustles through the...

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With just 36 miles to go
    the silence became deafening,
    the afternoon dragging on into
    the everlasting evening
until your call.
 
With just 36 miles to go
    how could I worry so much,
 ...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA   2007 AD / 1427 AH 

The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and waves, the salt-leaden gusts in
the searing white heat, the sculptures...

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Aha! Where is Kwame Nkrumah?	
Black-unity champion with cocoa-filled head whose 
Calabash never misses palm wine for elders;
Departure to bliss not a reality, tell us why?

Everything must be done to wake up Patrice Lumumba
Freedom fighter for Zaire- the lion of the exploited
Gave your blood to water...

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hey danny, do you remember...

...dueling 'blind melon' acoustics
on your living room floor?
...falling asleep all afternoon
on the hammock, couch or floor?

...hanging out with yoko ono
at the lennon art show?
...painting murals in the school halls
they're still there, you know?

...our first-year anniversary
returning to the fall?
...driving your dad's car
in...

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like a breath of fresh air
my eyes fixated as she rushed on by
like an angel put here just for me

my shyness a weakness
an opportunity left behind in her wake
a ticket to stand in her presence

her deepest desires and darkest secrets
bound up inside a spiral notebook
finding...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET

THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART ONE
GIBRALTAR / DJEBEL-TARIQ   711 AD / 92 AH

In the eyes of the hawk
Djebel Musa to Djebel Tariq
is the tactical distance across the
turbulent waters where the blue
Mediterranean meets the
endless blue sea
The dark swirling currents and
the threatening waves, mediate
traffic...

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