Long Cellos Poems

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No...

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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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the

 

art of                                ...

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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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behavior becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty, or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like dying by breath or knit to knots memories become mirrors. by...

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The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table today? Not very....

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Moonlight tango

It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel, the steam rising from the cobblestone street, here in La...

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"Thy Beautiful Heart : The Blue Faery’s Baby"


'Tis brave the heart 
of a lionhearted cub 
When Butterflies 
aren’t pretty
Aren’t all what they seem

Monsters that do steal teeth 
from the Blue Faery's Baby

A glass jar full...

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Tumult and chaos reign around us
Gushes of water spill from shattered roofs unto bodies
Water does not heal the wounds of besieged people suffering
ln the distance music of two misplaced cellos seek solace

War of and by...

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Hold your horses, 
use all your resources 
and force your thoughts 
to not follow the course 
that stigma endorses. 

I figure I was sent 
to present a different 
style that you think is rap, 
but...

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Where does the 
    selfless sun hide
when heavens
r a i n bloodstones? 
Burned and inscribed, 
from monsoon monsters,
gnawing at our bones,
the shimmering 
  darkness imbibed,
If only drifting 
shades 
  ...

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With one precise wave of the baton
the Oboe starts playing a single melody
beautiful notes flowing upwards, fluttering downwards
reverently renders on the last note
well-balanced diaphragm for soft and loud tunes
before the final note disappears into the...

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

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SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA

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

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sunday morning angel
blue wings and purple hair
fingers tattooed at the tip of her shoulder
if the sun vacates your skies it's over
children sing songs of burgundy rovers
I am your rent my lover

camel crushes
rated your sweet plushes
crowded...

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

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yes, I have ...

I've had them ...
those moments -
the deep, desperate, rare moments …
"straight-from-a-movie" moments of
romance and melancholy,
where the violins and
violas and cellos pull on your heart …
forlorn music, reaching down
into your viscera to yank...

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oh, yes ...

yes, I have ...
I've had them ... those moments
the deep, desperate, rare moments ...
"straight-from-a-movie" moments
of romance and melancholy

where the violins and violas and
cellos pull on your heart ...
forlorn music reaching down into your...

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TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY

Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away
each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff 
sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire
mixed with wind, echoing within the shed, over
the lawn, concert goers sprawled on blankets,
seated on...

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Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state

I love the touch of man-made materials 
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when...

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Strokes of eloquence
breathe airbrushed scenes
painting my world in linguistic dreams

How tasteless bland these buds would be
If phrased thy love were unspoken to me
like honey barren of sweetened flavor
a silent, save-less savior

In awe
giving pause
grant witness your...

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Light becomes the shades of auars hues
 Lasting beauty comes shining through
 Flowing in each feathery knot
 Tied to each heart, radiant glow

 Echoes sounded to and fro
 Silvery angels wings span high
 Shining from...

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To harmonize within this dream

A brazen dance of cornered screams
Along a wafting, winding lane
Where melodies in concert themes
Are more than any can explain

I wander by this sad request
In minor chords and broken strings
As clarinets don’t...

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With you my sweetest darling, I reflect on our journey renderings 

You held me close while we waltzed on the forgotten moon 

Knowing I have held you in my arms kissed you ,hold rainbows wishes...

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