Long Concertos Poems

Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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I see this ulcer
Mind boggling in perception
Body arresting in phenomena
Of diverse shapes and designs
Magnificently wrought together
In one whiff of putrid scent
It is of an exotic nature
Magnanimously growing out of context
Thus ticking with apocalyptic dimensions ...

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The Truth Of This Magnitude”

Obstinate defiance from an indignant child 
Consummate reliance on the spirit of the Wild 

Intricate compositions of meticulous art 
A syndicate of derision that is waiting to depart 

The honorary commemoration...

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Once upon a dusty shelf, half-hidden by the rafters, I chanced upon a fine old violin.
Quite surprised to find it, I could tell that it was old, and wondered whose device it might have been.

“Dad,”...

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Let’s sail away to Acapella,
A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller.
I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella
When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella.

It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as dowdy...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old bones, cold,
a delicate tone transmits from on far...
Wraiths walking in...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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Kristel had some old scores to settle for good or for better

She had tried the violin with no significant results other

Than a crystalline chandelier shattering quite frequently

When she raised the bow after too shrieking concertos

In...

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Spring doth bring
Pairing of the loons
Apples blooming on the branch
Lemons scent, as birds so sing
Woods so wet, never ceasing waves
The tides push madly, crashing
Upon the springtime waves
Chanting and ebbing out to sea
Life lifting music, concertos
Sound...

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and...

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If you were mine… 


If you were mine…our footsteps would

dance on moonlit verandas while 
candle light flickers enchant my heartbeat
when your arms wrap tightly around me

become symphonies played to the rhythm of your smile
as we...

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If you were mine... 

If you were mine…our footsteps would   

dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me

symphonies would play to the rhythm of your...

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Maestro bows, a motion lulls thunder, 
ovations a period of heeling, a clap
diverts a few, then attends silence. 
A typical cough failed its challenge,
disturbed section promptly affects
a hall--indulges the jittery few. An 
abrupt tapping expresses...

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my name means flames that crawl down your face and ruin your night
it's when you laugh so hard you break your spine
but then realize you never had one in the first place
it's when you beg...

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Maestro – 4-23-24
Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple.  Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic.   Head of the Music School University of Washington.  Conductor of the University of Washington Symphony Orchestra....

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As the climate for liturgical celebrations
evokes the sacredness of the most High,
God, who is the author of life and love,
enables everyone to give worship to him.

Where I usually go for the morning mass,
in the convent...

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Villanelle : If you think you think and not feel your thoughts invade

	For Mozart's solo piano in Concertos Nos. 20 & 22, K466 & K482 (1785)

If you think you think and not feel your thoughts...

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He’s stitching the truth within his tome
Pulling the needle with woe
His fertile mind shall serve as his home
Tethers too rigid to sew
All precious detail is rendered there
Memory puts on a show
Clarity finds him out of...

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If the truth be told
do Fibonacci patterns puzzle
  like the sunflower seeds stumble
   or tiny fronds of ferns spiral
     into the golden ratio of the galaxy

  ...

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Dion Warwick shook me awake this morning
unfairly accusing me of being a 'Heartbreaker'

Over coffee, Neil Diamond chimed in
with his girlfriend 'Sweet Caroline'

The Allman Brothers piled in my car
and did a punishing version of 'Whippin' Post'

J....

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The English language is a potpourri 
of foreign words whose sources vary
from Sanskrit, Latin, Greek and Swahili
and others original to our vocabulary.

For snobs these imports have become 
a way to sound pretentious (make that dumb),
and...

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~

I drink from the chalice
in light of the day,
a goblet of crystal
on endless display

Where amethyst rainbows
sing songs in the sand
and sunflower fragrances
walk hand in hand

When happiness touches
each mountain I climb
of heart beat concertos
in three quarter...

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