Long Chopin Poems

by the interpretation comes perception—the faraway dream, the symbols—or the way I attack myself—in harassing my screams. upon a wishbone, to feel some semblance, listening to darker parts; the curse of the psychiatrist, hassled for...

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In the year of 1880,
in Watertown, northern New York,
a man walked into an almshouse,
looked no different from other poor.

The man’s dress was quite slovenly,
he was clad in rough leather boots,
wore flannel strips around his neck,
and...

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This hasn't quite worked, so I'll have to revisit it. I listened to Chopin Opus 9 number 1 for inspiration and got lots of sprawling thoughts. I tried to put them into a Rondeau Redoublé...

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For the daughter I love and miss.

There’s a change that’s like a season that I’ve noticed in the air
I couldn’t tell what niggled me but now I have to share,
I feel it in the morning...

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When we pleasantly stroll down
the streets or boulevards
of any historical city or town,
we  stops pensively and reflect deeply
by the magnificent monuments erected for the great;
and reading the engraved words,
we are astonished by the accomplishments
of...

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In the heart of the night, with Chopin as the ally of silence,
Looking towards the sky, I wonder, who shall listen,
Knowing illusions fade, but you are eternity,
I'd summon you to me, through some conjuration, maybe.
I...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
     my life's journey and sorrows in...

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The blue hour takes root ...

There is the dark wing of the steamer,
Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets,
Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs
And the seagulls passing and passing again.
Heavy rusty chains, in heaps...

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Tribute to The Story of An Hour by Kate Chopin 


A subtle blank stare filled her eyes
As she , Margery Bollard ,locked them with whom she took her vows
A photograph of him against the floral...

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It was the raindrops, that were tapping on my window pane
that night you left
packed your bags, calling the yellow cab
and driving away into the Red Sun.
I prayed you'd come back, but never did you return.
Nothing...

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I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many Ave Marias!

Nothing compares to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata', it’s simply beautiful;
George...

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I find waking up a challenging, time consuming chore 
As I rather enjoy cavorting with kings, queens and wanton whores. 

I admit I’m drawn to royalty and “Riff-raff” now and then
Even Jesus used to hang...

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How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
       It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme.
 "Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by...

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i remember the houses through the years where we lived with our parents,
The Magnolia house when we came to Canada with our father and mother.

Our parents had a beautiful wedding,
Mother had a beautiful wedding dress...

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I have such good memories of our beautiful mother and handsome father,
Days and nights of growing up with them.

We lived in beautiful houses, the Magnolia house, the Chopin house and the Lorne Park house,

Grandma Elfrieda...

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I took  a trip to Paris, France and of course I wanted to see all the attractions,
walk the boulevards, see the museums and art galleries, linger at an outdoor
cafe watching people stroll while ...

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Please, piano boy, get out of my head
It's not that I don't want you there; it's just not worth the bloodshed
Because you deserve it all, and all I am is not enough
So I'm bleeding, trying...

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Love So Stated 


Mother said uncounted times,
“Sally, I know you better than you know yourself,”
But, if that were true she wouldn’t have said so,
For it hurt — much — and I cannot believe she 
Meant...

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The many positives of Covid 
Well for me there have been plenty
I live alone inside my home
The year is 2020
Just a soupcon of neighbours 
in the past I have known
And if perchance 
one day...

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A Nook And A Story Book Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

There was a day last week that I felt alone and sad,
   I carried days of grief and would pray for sweet dreams,
  ...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
     my life's journey and sorrows in...

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Speak to me.  Take my hand.  What are you now?  I will tell you all, I will conceal nothing.  When I was three, a little child read a story about a...

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I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town.
My triumph was impromptu and abrupt.
I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope
In hope there’d be no need for...

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Music drifted down all over me
From the apartment up above;
A piano piece from a symphony
Played with care and love.

I simply laid back and closed my eyes
Letting the music caress my soul.
By its beauty I was...

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