Long Callas Poems

New York Stanza
The night is dark and wet, street lights
Have no purchase on the empty street beneath;
Only the soft glow from the tenement windows 
Gives form and perspective to my view.
From a half open window...

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This piece could be, I suppose, a kind of "bucket list", but it's not about regretting all the things I wanted to do in my life and didn't, but, rather, it's about being okay with...

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Unquotable quotes: Nurses – XIX

A nurse well-dressed is a nurse well-thought of, even if she administers the coup de grace.
Prick a nurse and she’ll pamper you; pamper a nurse and she’ll prick you.
Displease a nurse...

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#3         UP IN THE ATTIC


Oh! my life is chaotic
And inside my home is immaculate
But up in the attic??

up in the attic

You may want to take off your...

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You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty...

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My childhood memories of the 1970s in England

                     Flared trousers
     ...

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Both as Crass and as Callas

As it is to admit openly out loud

I find myself recently trying to reconcile

Why it is I sorely miss much more

Not those amongst us currently here
living I beside

But those who...

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For Adeleke's Top Ten

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they say
that Maria
Callas lost her
voice but one day

while out walking
i heard tonal
leaves of a
tree sing

ing with
a trill from
the wind and
then keeping beat 

of a woodpecker
kept her in
and on
time

as i
admired
the sound of
a one of a kind

voice...

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I am Nebuchadnezzar
As I eat grass
As my arrogance and pride
Turned me into an ass

I am humbled, I am lost
I am on all-fours
And I cannot even count
The cost

I am Rommel
As I charge through the sands
As hot...

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~Enchantment~ 
(Free Verse) 

  
Colored glasses spinning light, 
From tulips blooming very bright. 
Bedding glorious beauty past, 
As you smiled at me so glad 

Blessed Grace by the Most High, 
Zephyr flowers opened wide,...

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A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices 
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.

My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a...

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