Long Basses Poems

The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s  Il neige sur le crime

Are we buried under snow holding our silence
in what immense Cimmerian (collision) of terror ?
The mouth kept open in the shriek...

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A meadow for Autumn

Forest, I lay me down to rest
upon bed of moss.
 
Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me 
lichen kenning myself 
as Rip Van Winkle 
except being repurposed
as  oldest living species. 

With an estimated...

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Wednesday, September 2021 at 3:20 PM...
eastern standard time Autumn Equinox arrives

That seasonal occasion twill arise
when darkness and light doth bring
equilibrium between night and day
raking leaves will constitute exercise
espied and witnessed by observant earthling
namely me who...

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Jesus Christ's is the only remaining doorway of the spiritual ark of our safety.
It is impossible to go to GOD the Father except through Jesus Christ. For
there is no other name given among people but...

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when eve doth fall upon summers’ end, 
   a hint of splendor bequeathed arose
upon firmament as changed scenery 
   (this third equinox act since new year) bellows
basses loaded and blasted in...

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...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of...

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Sometimes trees’ green fingers
Stand still like reposing harbingers
Of hope and despair; they meditate
On our ignorance of them who medicate
Us when diseases burgle into our souls
Taking us unawares like April fools.

At times tree branches and leaves
Come...

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“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- 
                   ...

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Glory be to God for dappled things! 
Look, Mina, where the wanton wind 
is chasing the cloud shadows 
across the dale! They skip like hares! 
Throw open both doors, front and back - 
abandon care!...

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SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA

There’s a player up there
                          stomach resting on his...

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There’s a player up there
                          stomach resting on his chair
...

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HOLY GLORIOUS TO THE HIGHEST PRAISE HAIL HALLELUJAH

Much I marveled
The spiritual doxology
The sacred sobbing
Holy! Glorious I rejoiced I, Yes We Holy-Holy

HOLY GLORIOUS TO THE HIGHEST PRAISE HAIL HALLELUJAH

And the alto basses were daubing
Singing their Hallelujah...

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Oompah Whoomp).....do you like the groove
Pling Plicka Pling).......it moves me when you sing
Oompah Whoomp)......Scat dew wanna OOh we do
Plinga Plinga Plung).... ya'll groovin got people dancing
Oompah whoomp)......dancing dancing (whoo1!)


plagerizzato la mia musica
perche sono meno conosciuto

Mi...

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A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze...

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what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to...

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It will be evident too 
much in our sober 
confidences,
Trusting all we needed 
and to our little yatch 
turns,
Making room for so much 
creativity and learned 
respect,
Grace for tommorrow 
and our hope's needed 
leaps to...

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At Choir Practice Observing

Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.

Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did...

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It revivals the obvious
scripting fun and pleasure
a mix that is as addictive as
anything one could
find needing
octave monte' in ranges
situated between measures
a sound that is different than the
sound
that it mad by the musician who
chore to be...

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The melody sings out in the song
The bassline building up in tone
Screaming out in harmony
For all those true to hear

The sounds of brass and woodwinds
Echo throughout the hall
Signaling the coming storm
Of our loyal marchers band

Trumpets...

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Music was playing
one of those
ole love tunes
people were dancing and kissing
like lovers on
there honeymoon
I to hold my tongue
cause what wanted to say
my date may have gotten offended
and simply walked away
Squeezing heer hand
I asked for a...

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I wonder why aliens stay secret
While the elites play with their demons
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven

Secret basses on the moon
keeping the public in doom
Not only from this planet but their...

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