Long Composers Poems

I am a right-brain prominent writer
which must not be confused with
a prominent left-brain writer,
which I am almost decidedly not
nor would I aspire
toward such all or nothing thinking
and not at all both/and feeling.

Like most writers,
I feel...

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Love of history
commences a health and pathology journey
toward totalitarian terror
and unitarian awareness,
fragmented numbness of prey
and integral consciousness
of co-empathically benign predators
casing out

Framing one Earth-rhetorical spiraling event
within which herstory
of commodified
and domesticating victims
remains too unlargely untold
to optimize healthy...

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A combination of Prose and Free Verse:

The most thrilling and inspirational piece of music ever to reach my 
ears is, without doubt, Handel's Messiah. I've never known anyone 
who could experience a performance and remain...

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One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the parlor with her neighbors; it was a weekly gathering to...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer


Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs,
 or as majestic as a fully leafed oak?
 ...

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Do you hear them?

Woodland creature amidst the thicket, drawn, oblivious to indifference beneath 
heavenly luminescence.
And I, baring admiration in acknowledgement, plea to the awakening of your 
fellow ear as companion.
Fields breathe life of their expulsion.
Shall...

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I was born in the waves of music
so long ago now 
when the music was faint.
barely audible almost silent.
I was a accident a beautiful one
but still an accident.
She was a concert pianist
he was a guitar...

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“I shall die not knowing the thing I longed to know.” - from I KNOW THE STARS, Sara Teasdale

I have a thin volume of poetry I got when young.
Its title is “Those Who Love.” The...

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I see riots all across my country on tv-
demonstrations against the death of a black man
at the hands of a merciless killer 
as his partners looked on, doing nothing.
I see people losing control in riots...

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Women of the world, my tribute to you!
                        You are the mother,...

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In Memoriam Quietly Always Close

Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
     Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
     Which stand in...

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Its the last minute of the 11th hour
I have seen a demon wondering searching for a soul
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Convince people you have a speed dial to God's...

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alone inside with me, less than inspirational

  so look out for the more interesting folk

  momentary excitement, the fiery motivational

  beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke

  daydream departure from mundane...

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Cavernous

I do not believe !, nor do I want to believe 
that the delineations you pain upon the canvass’
of our, oh so brief time upon this plane together
represents the true you, the real you, the...

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He expressed the need for
her to be more efficient.He
wanted her to know that she
was best at what she did and her
voice and personality could make her
affords, to be the most successful in her craft.
She believed...

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Kapow!  Here’s mud in your face! 
Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. 
Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced 
Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. 
Prob’ly shouldn’t eat this...

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How can I change what has already been changed?
Everything has been tried over a thousands ways,
and there my perplexing question lays...
without a persuasive answer connecting the flow of words
to a revelation that necessity has invoked!
...

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Flackmoth is at the barber’s thumbing 
a magazine waiting for his turn, and comes 
across an article about death masks. 

Intrigued, he feels he should have one
as soon as he gives up the ghost. Smiling
with...

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WINTER SONATA

As winter approaches, memories flood me,
memories of an unforgettable romance.
A romance that took me by surprised
and made me feel amazingly pleased.

A romance full of music, music in different
themes, tones, melodies, instruments, tunes
merged creating beautiful...

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I was not ready to lose you.
But you were taken from me, anyway.

Suddenly.

On a sunny day that started so normally.
Without any sign of the emotional pain to come.

Abruptly.

Life’s like that, I guess.
It shouldn’t be that...

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Over hundred fifty years ago, the Italian nation was
divided, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies
was more prosperous than the North, peoples lived in accord;
envious eyes looked down and saw a harmonious world 
and drew a...

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Sing to This Coming Sing

Before now I was the sort to by-pass listening to any sort  or cousin or trail of operatic solos especially sopranos but this year has brought  a sudden discovery...

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A thethricail work it's prepartion are structured to have all involved
in a learning position. Each character is to be acted out according to the historical characterization
which was written by the author and composers. The sound...

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From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.

Confetti never thrown...

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