Partakes in, not he, this perverse
An unnatural abhorrence
For the true, the good, the grandly fair.
Feigns, from this time's place absence!
Cross over legs step from the train
Taking the handsome man to Amsterdam
Shoes and socks stuffed in the pockets
Feet conspicuously shrouded in mystery
Hidden away under advisement of mother and others
Under the umbrella of heavy rain born from clouds
Uncovered in a dance of fog swirling into darkness
Where suspicions point in all directions
To the polished conductor in his imperfections
Already blowing his whistle away
Conducting business without a train or name
Through silences drifting in the distance
Pacific Ocean is fiercely melodic and turquoise tonight
Her waves flowing as a ribbon, like a musical score
I stare into the horizon, seeing full moon work her magic
She is the conductor, orchestrating the tempo of the sea
He perched himself upon his stage.
He stretched himself up tall.
The Countryside Conductor
Fanned his wings and beckoned all
To join him as he welcomed in
A bright new sunny day,
To bring cheer to any appreciative heart
Who cared to listen on their way.
He belted out his melody
That lasted right to noon!
The sweetest kind of symphony,
The merriest of tunes.
Other voices harmonised
By whistle, croak and tweet.
Of different meaning in the bird world,
To humankind an aural treat!
Somehow too, it makes impact
For when we need a lift out of despair,
We may find ourselves recalling
The conductors tune that filled the air.
The music teacher was thrilled to see the squirrel in the window.
Listening to Beethoven’s 5th, he was conducting high and low.
His little paws were moving in a way that showed he knew what to do.
He ended nside the house, living in a tiny house painted blue.
She took her protégé’ to concerts, festivals, and seminars galore.
Many other people wanted their own squirrels, like her pet, Samore.
He ended up conducting seventeen orchestras at Carnegie Hall.
With each production, his tail grew a little bit more tall.
Thy voice sounds like violin from distance
Melody of the holy angels
Thy beauty bouncing along the conductor
The airwaves beautified by the rhythm
A glut of neurons awakened by a giggle
How thy voice closes distance by wire?
My receiver agitates from life
Thy words transmit power through the wire.
The command you possess over my body;
Pauses not there!
Pass it on to non-biotic
Come dismiss my lesions.
When the air is saturated
It penetrates my dual engine of life,
With trebled effort much as of gamma
Even the clouds display thy image
Oh! What a natural wonder!
Do all the eyes witness the beauty at once?
I wonder what gives you reign.
Who crowned you this way?
My mind meant to rest-you take me far
The frame is at rest-your presence feeds my spirit
Together we traverse the world
All places far from imagination
Within a blink of the mental eye!
Tickets Please
Tickets Please
The conductor tolls
To all passengers embarking
on thus journey
Whilst striding down the middle isle
Click
Click
Thank you
Can you tell me please exactly
what is the estimated time will we arrive at our expected station destination
And you call yourself a wizard
Harry
The Conductor
David J Walker
The low rumbling voice
Of the locomotive reminded me
Of my time traveling days from this to
Another place
another time
In space
That would become Mine as well
Where the young sang
Love songs in romance
Languages unknown
In this today
The engineer poet played his prose
On his whistle in echoed harmonies
on the landscape
While trees danced to the tune in the
Midnight rambling concert
In the moonscape
I have been the passenger
I have been the
Engineer
I have been the conductor
On the passage to portholes
Both far and near
And now
I am content to listen to
The train pass
Knowing at last
Where it is going
It’s echo in the distance
Clear
lighting ovation
escape under pavilion ~
electrical lead
4/30/2020
I take my dog out to the park so, when it rains, I go under the pavilion.
Interesting fact, I did not know.
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Luminous lightning flash
Sizzling deadly bolt swoops low
Copper conductor saves me
A list is kept of every penchant gauged,
Of evil deeds and innocents betrayed.
A guilty sting, a burn beneath their tongue
The knowledge none can hide, for it will come.
It's always there, a blink beyond their view,
Awaiting drifting mist and settled dew.
Translucent in the shadows of the day,
A night wind wings it to a woeful place.
The darkness of a field that has no bounds.
Two tracks of molten steel have purged the ground.
The weeds, ablaze in strips, a rumble rolls.
A train with flaming windows stops to load.
With pleading masses boarded, it embarks
And leaves the smoldered, moonlit field unmarked.
A distant hoot, a nook within a tree,
An Owl, who watched it all, curls down to sleep.
Gene Bourne
06-18-14
Tap tap goes the baton
Above all others he stands upon
Silence, we hold our gaze
Anxious we wait as the curtains raise
Lift of a hand, ready on stage
An aria begins to flow right off the page
The Great Conductor Takes a Bow
By Elton Camp
Some people get far more credit than due
And, to them, unmerited honors accrue
An orchestra conductor is one of this ilk
Those who actually perform he does bilk
Really, about the conductor I don’t care
Likely, they’d as well if he wasn’t there
It seems when the music starts to play
He waves his hands in an erratic way
If he should have untamed, wild hair
The more that the audience will care
The music stops & his hands go down
To the audience he will then turn around
And proceeds, to clapping, to take a bow
As if he did the classic music somehow
An uncultured hillbilly I may well be
But he looks like a big phony to me
Once I knew a man
Said that he should lead the band
I thought that it was grand
He was willing to take a stand
He conducted the high notes well
Really made them swell
However the music …it was dissonant
As the bass was so un-content
It seems to reach the heights
That man had lost his sight
All notes must play a role
For the music to have a soul
Ensembles of
Venomous thoughts invade
Every
Reasonable emotion I hold.
Your touch keeps my
Truth
Hidden. Your kiss keeps these monsters
Inside at bay. There is
No other way to catch. No other
Guide for my
Imagination.
No other
Safety net. My
Inner heart, you balance.
Destroying disturbing
Ensembles
Of cracked instruments playing in
Fortissississimo inside
My
Every haunted hope.
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