Long Clefs Poems

Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home.
He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown.
He packs light and steps heavy and taps his fading flashlight and I bet he’s a lefty.
Duracell down...

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I focus on my attributes in hope to one day compete
With them so called, "players and g's"
A wide skill level, intelligent approach to life
From writing poetry to being the best in a fight

I raise my...

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Thank You for the Music - Coda

Companion on my journey
Abided with me 
In the anthems of delicate dawn -
Mornings of mauve and lilac light,
Octaves of afternoons in amber reflection,
Serenades of slumber’s silver reveries -
The melody...

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music notes used to dance for me 
when I played the ivory keys
little birds flying high 
bringing back pieces of the great blue sky 
now they muddle at my feet 
I’m drowning in puddles of...

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In theory I thought you would like to know
That I didn’t practice the piano
I’m a noted rebel
Who is now in treble
For showing my staff to a soprano

The keys are a problem, almost a curse
When I...

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I am a true contemporary
who knows how to acceptably 

write a poem.  First with a tangible
aroma of burnt toast, I will run on

my imaginary couplets like a stroke
victim of the modern prejudices.

(Strophe’s choice is...

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These tiny hands. Black and White hands twirl. Vibrant palms ripple the Flower-land. Dancing onto the rainbowous piano. Music permeates the thirsty airs. Notes float upon the multi-hued keys –

Red 
Orange 
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet.

Black and White Hands...

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Hovering hemispheres habitual harmonics, symmetrical solitudes in their Sonics,
Mastering melodies with mnemonics, amidst approbation of acoustical avionics…
Stellar symphonies sailing Celestial Seas, applauding Angels aerially appease,
Birds belting songs on tranquil trees, botanical gardens blooming in the...

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The longest shadows start and end the day
like thoughts that creep from embryo to grave
so here within the midday sun we pray
to not be where the shadows misbehave.

But even in the bliss of summer highs,
bold...

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My mind is like a well read novel--
and the pages there are torn,
rustling, crunching, crackling noises
from whence my thoughts were born.

A thousand words, a thousand more--
fill my brain with beautiful silence,
round and round like a...

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It is on this day
Into his elegant horizons
Where cirrus clouds are sprayed from sunrises and sunsets
Attuned within throat of violins

An example of his concave humanity
Preaching fond memories in baritone clefs
An embrace of admirations’ core within...

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Sometimes the dreams are better than being awake, yet even when im sleep, from you I never get a break.
At least in my dreams I could believe it's true knowing damn well this isn't you...

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His piano is not played often
as yesterday was, and when it does, the happy sound of Yamaha
lets him enter a fascinating world made up of time clefs, of notes
and chords that imagination 
creates on instant...

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Vivacissimo


guitar
sitting unplayed, unlearned
beside its counterparts:
piano, saxophone, koto,
soon to be joined by a banjo

a silent quintet
untouched, unheard

why do I not put my hand to them
why do they sit in this orchestral mausoleum

is it because there is...

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Butterflies of quavers and trebles and clefs, 
Flutter all over her breast,
Creating a gentle, melodious hum, 
Whenever she’s completely undressed,

Filling the room with a shade of her soul, 
Becoming a beautiful dance,
A dance that sways...

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The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.

Limes envied grapes reflecting fervent sun,
bright clusters for musicians...

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