Long Classically Poems

Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better business opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly...

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The static idea
of an unchanging personal Holy Spirit/Nature, 
yet transcendent God,
works more effectively in my RealTime
and RealTalk
and Real EarthHealth,
as an integrity-unchanging god constant
about healthy evolutionary,
even peacefully revolutionary,
creatively incessant HolySpirit/Nature 
for health-redemptive change.

The theological idea of...

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You win ever so calmly never to know 
what may be hanging straight above your head.
Under complications we break and bestow – 
Habitual ponders and worriment are gifts to our dreads.

Always constant surveillance of our...

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Call it intuition…
She’s got what we need before we get to wishing…
Simmering, stewing, mixing,
molding and making;
Adding sage and wisdom, sugar and spice,
Stirring, pureeing, refining; baking.
Her recipes are full of love and devotion,
Her soul goes into...

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INTRODUCTION:  Hold all applause to the end
Erasing all challengers by moon of night.
Mark of the PANTHER with claws lock jaws
Branding its territory with swift  swipes.

He stalks the jungle
Polite stealth steps, rip raw
He crept
He...

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I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps and the stairs
Imitating a sassy ballerina with great skills and...

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I gazed at the waters beautiful face
quenching my thirst
for communion with the Creator...

as raindrop fingerprints
dissipated into my soul
wearing translucent wings...

causing the stars of our Ancestors
to flicker and blink...

in Chameleon Coded Celebrations...

breaking down barriers
with a photosynthetic...

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Midst gifts of life, like poison in nectar, pains flow in too,
Endlessly, as though, they pester us with unceasing woe; 
Schedules suffer; Works slacken; spirit and body slow down, 
Existence turns, like, eternal psycho-physic breakdown...!

Saint...

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As a great lover of classical music
over many years the violin became ace
one particular lovely lady enchanted me
Anne-Sophie Mutter classically first place

This lady appeared in the Yellow Lounge
a night club in Berlin, she did astound
the...

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Defining chromium weep and cold-steel whine, 
This endless tragedy that is love, 
Tripping a corsage of candy entrails and dust-cake,
Streamers across the floors of emotional residency.

So she reposes, pretty with poise, her porcelain chin
Resting on...

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Such an array of complex verse,
orchestrated by a few crazy poets;
Catastrophe of emotions 
instigate more than a few masterpieces;
Engage to inspire that’s the goal,
tighten a skill release a breath of words;
Yank along a heartbeat and...

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I have given many a thought to what happens when we die, specifically, what happens to our bodies. You have the option to be classically buried, cremated, donated to science. I think I don't want...

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I hear my name being called in the night
Stephan, Stephan, Stephan
I wake in a sweat, knowing I belong here
Dead bodies trample upon me
As I begin to lose my mind
I hear my name being called
Stephan, Stephan
The...

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Marilyn and Elvis, iconic, and well-loved, cherished, beloved.
Loved and beloved in the same sentence? Only for these two.
They both have a vulnerability and a tragic back story
Elvis had to live for his twin, Aaron, who...

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In all my life when growing up
music was a great love of mine
all kinds I loved but one I didn't
attracted thought I to classical design

But just couldn't get into class
oh how bI tried to like...

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MUSIC IS AN ART
Roy Mokoena

Unlike an ordinary song, 
this is the sound of a chirping bird,
too rhythmic but polyphonic, 
an awesome melody,
no human voices attached,
only notes and beats connected together 
to define music as an...

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A Mitsubishi breezes out of the South at Seven,
The North storming at Eleven;
The driver’s continual worrying of gear five,
The tires of the machine ever roaring alive;
In pyramidal slights of screaming passengers
Now-turned doom-alerting messengers.


It’s a driver...

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Mud can be classical
with just the right temperature
of earth seasoned with heaven.

Birds are classical always
they just don’t know how not to be.

A dog however is part human
it strayed into our camps
thousands of years ago
and became...

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THE BOX

All the things I must have lost
Seem to be here now, in this box
Made of cardboard, not a chest
Some toys that I once possessed
But one stands out among the rest
I must admit, it was...

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japanese actresses
a japanese script
with english sub
titles tell of a
plot twist 
and why
not

the seven samurais
turned western
but this more
classically
set romeo
and juliet
as at

both female leads not
as at stratford and
avon where boys
were woman
because of
a higher
voice

but avant-guarde
where the duel
en garde...

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Being a lover of the classics
my show would be classically true
all the great composers would play
to lift listeners hearts that I would do

Raise the profile of young and new
these future prospects would perform
grabbing hold of...

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I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re...

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Winter Solstice Heralds Cyber Age

Summer Solstice has the longest day and the shortest night

Winter Solstice has the shortest day and the longest night

Mid Winter Night's Dream is the play that Shakespeare didn't write

On this night...

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People don't want to help people like us
Thousands screaming 
In stillness and crowded minds
Too pure a place for such a vacuum

Locked in the limbo tanks
Drugged like an animal for safety
Only we go nowhere but inside
Into...

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