Long Choreograph Poems

"Well  to  a  certain  degree  yes I  really  don’t  want  to  impose.
I’m getting  used  to  my  deprivation."    As...

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THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being...

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I was a creative choreographer, for superb Broadway musicals and plays,
As musical winds choreograph motions, throughout any of our rosy days.

I lived for charms of elegant dance, for its beauty will forever be with us,
As...

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When the sun hangs low
by scarlet-threaded silk, 
you'll find my soul
waltzing in the womb of woodland
like a viking warrior, 
where I'm rooted ~ 
beyond decaying diamonds, 
as life unfolds a watercolor symphony
falling from the canopy...

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Through a blurred mirror a person can vaguely see distorted reality, subjectivity with vague silhouettes of truth dancing with fantasy. The world is such a vast place, black and dreary; infinite number of interpretations of...

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A Senior Home...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia feathers
tease those 
jingling breezes, 
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I...

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I slide through
          the darkness
     within your walls,
following wires
      to their heart.
Solidifying in your basement
  I...

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Somewhere between fallen flares
of an untouchable phoenix~
and the nostalgic red of crimson horizons,
I feel the amethyst embers of longing
illuminate rambling roses
that mourn within my hibiscus heart.

O beloved Love,
I long to be your tulip twilight
adorned with...

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Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,

nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak...

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It feels like the world
has been struck by a 
plague of pathological lies,
where fictional truth 
seems to sell better,
the allure of
imitation glistens 
even brighter, 
while superficial tongues 
recite infected mantras,
praising slaves of Satan~
singing corpse lullabies....

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The...the
the indescribable
kicking of 
one's plausible pulse
is usually described as
swallowed
infant-swallowed -
a swallowed collectible
a practicled'd 
particle of
something. Yes or no...!
Know - I know 
a nothing is
it's...it is...
something'd 
allowed and advertised.
Stut...stutt...stuttering
move 
my 
emotions 
forward 
and - yes. No!...

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Memories of Bach

At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach
Below a sparkling sky,
On a park’s open green grass.
The choreography flowed.  
I was well-rehearsed.
The opportunity, special, before 
Some of our gathered city’s spectators.
This genius:...

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The morning has started with a trace of a dew
An ascent through the tussock ignites the new day
Trailing huntaways eager to work on the ewes
Awaited shrill whistles loose the dogs on their prey.

A new shepherd...

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The Director 

By Sy Roth 

 

The directors--  

For want of a nail 

They were not wanting 

 

So many nails,  

A cache of nails 

To drive into their coffins 

 

Paid in...

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The forest is where trees nestle
and mushrooms sigh,
spinning electric dreams
from harlequin vines and multicolored roses…
Tonight, ink flows in a hypnotic trance,
my thoughts swirl through the
holographic ethereality,
like a pixie fairy ~ moon-walking,
above the psychedelic wilderness,
engrossed in...

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Walk with me
for I know how the wings of life embrace you
it shall reveal its secret dance
upon its choreograph of hearts
and so entwined
as if with hand in hand our fingers clasp
together to follow in a...

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Sweltering anger spills raw emotion 
dispatching choppers in the air,
intense heat disseminates murmuring voices,
discharging menacing messages packed with fear.

Suddenly the academic mob appears, 
and storms up the bullet rigged stairs,
while the deceptive tree watches with...

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Extolling spring, oh, the robins are singing,
Lauding red-maple, bluebirds are frolicking,
There trills a cardinal fervent in courtship
Where on dogwood soulmate is gawking
And joining the symphony goldfinches fly in
Peeking from redbud, clad in blossoms pink, 
Reveling...

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The dark cloud lifted to find ourselves on the global stage
In spite of the stage fright, we united into a fist of courage
The arable land awaits, but instead erodes from our uncertain steps
The endless boycott...

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Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and 
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had 
an urge one day to...

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Breezing purple vibes of nocturnal delight
Eventide’s afterglow blushes sanguine night
As leaves chromatic swirl, waltzing to alight
Bestowing gilded motifs on dreamy sight
Sprinkling ebullience on meadows aglow
Exuberant in celebration of celestial show;

Where crescent moon adorns opaline skies
Staging...

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Sentries of the night stand guard in perfect formation
Across the stretch of wire, like clothespins on a line
While speckled flocks of grackle stain the landscape
Spots of black against a field of brown.

As if on cue,...

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A father who curses one of his kids with the sting of Jingoism
the nuclear, becoming a toxin to the entire organism.

Leadership, void of manifesto will only harm and divide
even under the thickest google, the cataract...

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Who knows what she thinks?

With a carryon in the bong,

we can all feel a fawn-
an elf or even a lawn,

choreograph the Kong,

won-ton the Chong...


We can all get along,

but with a wrong, 
we can’t rewrite the-

without...

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