Long Arpeggio Poems

Heaven’s chill clouds hide blazing stellar light.
Winter wet with fresh white flakes falls tonight.
A morose man maunders at his baby grand, 
Keys awaiting the touch of bony hands.

A sunlit melody from two souls’ springs
With a...

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The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine,
And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.
The only enclosure where man...

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50-50
was the divorce court decree
She and I both bear the blame,
yet, why does an 800-pound gorilla
preponderance of guilt
weigh heavy on the back of me?
I know I did my shameful part
to wreck our marriage
To destroy something...

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Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s 
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling: 
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
  
Realism in its...

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                              TWILIGHT’S OWN...

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MUSICAL   TEA   WITH   A   VIEW

My first and principal comfort  is tea  
Which may be prepared in a weakened form 
And must  be hot or...

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Figuratively tack one hundred 
and eighty degrees away...
where joie de vivre underscores 
poetic theme, no matter every day
brings gut wrenching tearful tragedy, 
thee attention for heart warming 
(powdered milk biscuits 
of human kindness)

doth shyly beg...

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She was not beautiful like the sirens sharing their luster on pages,
But she was beautiful in how her thoughts gracefully floated through worlds.
A spark in her gaze when she spoke passionately of her love,
Splendor that,...

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The old man was no longer a hunter,
But he would not stoop to women’s chores.

A storm was brewing as he sought
Shelter in a round cave.
Soon he had a fire going but he preferred
To stay near...

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Bereft..
tingles and sway
deserted
heartstrings bestilled..
I yearn
for the thrill of the dance
and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments..

widowed..
the capriccio
has died;
lifeless in swoon-less inertia  
I pine
for zealous zephyrs to float my cloudless notes 
and kiss me aquiver...

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Play the bugle taps,
as the freedom flag is raised half-mast
Democracy is dystopian dead,
it’s a Greek tragedy

Hear that funeral procession drum roll,
and the coffin timbre of
brass octaves oval 
A reed eulogy of arpeggio dictator notes

Oh, how...

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such

succulent

trauma

spits

in

the

face

(when the beat is laid quickly the myth is erased)

when the colors bleed slowly

(when the adhesion it takes)

when the bells they ring sweetly

(when the pigs turn to snakes)

such

sacrosanct

sapphires

sparkling

in

the

silver

rain

(when the oil slicks echo visually the pain)

when...

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She’s still; an interlude in solitude.
Twilight mournful, his voice ghostly distant,
introspection.., meditation imbued,
she sits alone, bitter-sweet existent.

Lamentations she weeps in glissando.
Cacophony!  Consciously in discord,
love reminisce, arpeggio tempo,
she sits alone, remembrance, two-edged sword.

Bethought bliss, wedded...

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Fluttering fingertips 
on ebony and ivory
gently ascending 
like the wings of 
a white butterfly~
then gradually descending~
fading like a sleepy sun.

Tender instrumental pauses ~
transposing into heart beats
like the silence between I
and LOVE~ and YOU
when you utter...

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Hard FOOT SOFT SOUL Dedicated VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #2

Hard foot soft soul
Oh, you gotta go
Hot foot soft soul dance
Hot axe bop step in chance

Hard foot soft soul
Plays as you step cool jazz
Hard foot...

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Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,

Forte, piano, half, and...

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I am attracted by
Virtuous notes
A capable sound
From a Steinway & Sons grand piano

A mighty orchestra
Unknown melodies
A child prodigy at the keyboard
A Gift of Peace

The hammer that strikes golden strings
Of a grand piano.
Bravo. Hurrah.
A Laurel, a...

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She watched him pluck the strings.
His fingers up and down the frets 
of her spine,
pulling out notes and moans
from deep within the cavity
of her hollowed-out chest.
Apollo’s golden lyre lulling the muses
beyond their sensibilities.
Grooves of passion...

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You perch on a low stool
of my presence unmindful, 
guitar cradled on your lap,
fingers each string loving.

While you delicately pluck, 
mesmerizing, hypnotizing,
with slow, flowing arpeggio,
my heartstring you touch.

Who are you to affect me so, 
just...

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Sometime,
Your feet in the mud,
Several hours left,
What is the echo of each step

We need to stop, take a look,
What we have seen is strange
In the way that we travel.
I branched out, I open myself to...

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It originates with a blank canvas.
White. 
Eerie silence like snow drifting
A fermata.
Silence is music too.

Then a sonata of yellow breaks the spell.
The arpeggio of a laugh
The trill of the buttery sun shinning through a canopy...

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Distant piano music,
or is it the speech of a banjo
unearthed from some attic prison?
Wait, do I hear a flügelhorn moaning, 
or is that a different conversation?

Brahms plucks at his peppery beard,
glissando and arpeggio flutter
into mountains...

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