Long Contralto Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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I wake up with a great startle.

My Obama EarthTribe CoOperative WinWin GlobalVillage Dream
was merely my hibernation.
I dreamed we share richly valued properties from healthy-wealthy African Elders,
but awake, once again,
only to painfully remember
I am now merely...

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As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What...

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I
Yours is a mystery no mortal man can comprehend,
and your name which I mistook for my sister's, is a riddle
that would remain unsolved…
I have searched and searched within the recesses of my heart
since we parted...

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"When I was a kid my dad left me in a bad way .... he was 
in the lives of my sisters and brothers but he wasn't in mine."

      ...

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                               “no sweeter sounds of...

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his guitar is raunchy and moody and his singing voice raspy
and if I close my eyes I am in a rundown jazz bar
down and out on luck and drinking alone
drowning my sorrows in the booze...

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Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is...

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Rock Stars who died at age 27 and the eerie coincidence that gave rise to some 
 
Jimi Hendrix-Played electric guitar with his teeth and left hand
Ripped through scales, held notes, used flames on stage...

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Bruft jiza is a man who
was in a relationship with a women.
Jiza came from a large family.
Jiza's brother belived Jiza's wife
should bare Jiza's goat handlers child.
Jiza's sister wish Jiza's wife to should
become pregant with Jiza's...

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I must say that in my four score years I've done it all and seen it all,
But in the autumn of my life, noxious noises drive me up the wall!
I like the soothing sound of...

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I deem it important to attend church for my spiritual maturation.
I really savor the fellowship of a loving and caring congregation.
I especially relish the potluck suppers and other social interactions,
But even in this worshipful scenario,...

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IN PRAISE OF BEAUTY

O beauty allure, beauty of the hyacinth
Doused by wailing drops of dew shroud
And pierced by the radiant shaft of heaven,
Through the rituals of purity
To tread the virginal soil of Venus.

O like the...

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Might he find it in him self to
see error in his previous thought
than might he recognize the
way his lyrics and music
might blend together to
be heard in the finest hall's
of this world.
Those lovers, and those who...

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Mirella et Lino Saputa
Saputa Lino et Mirella
say ye oh songtress
sing till the swallows
hear
sing ye oh Mi Lady
sing until the the oceans
stand still
oh yet the night
might moonlite skies
umbrella a sultry song
all watching eyes
might applaud like thunder
graciously...

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A Love of Music: The Chores Of Love


Ah- Grrie Mezzo-Soprano: Hugges and kisses.
Ah Hello Soprano: reminiscing and Kissing.
Contralto: she so special, Darling How I miss
you.
Le femme Cantritotio'
Cantriotio!
What Kettlers drum announces your sweet: sweet song?
Yet those...

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Demons Had Been Caste Out

 

God, need your great help and to be my guide

While You stay inside me and will always abide

Successfully take me through each poem I write 

Whether it be morning, noon...

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My eyes glittered into the eyes
Of thee who cast a spell on my heart 
They glanced each other with pleasure 
Upon hearing thy contralto voice,
Or seeing thy sight;
Thy presence in all:
I smiled with passion.
Under the...

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JAR OF LIFE....??

Like the thighs of a fresh virgin 
The softness of your lips embraced my origin 
You contralto voice like the echoes of the Moon filled the room to the brim
Each thrust into your...

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The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly 
Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts
As she lays distended, expectant and grey
Upon the craggy summits

Her breath billows above the bloated forests
Nurturing ominous...

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The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly 
Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts
As she lays distended, expectant and grey
Upon the craggy summits

Her breath billows above the bloated forests
Nurturing ominous...

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How does the music flow?

Subtle single soprano notes and chorals sing out
in whispered melodies, blustery bravado mix doubts
when one tenor voice begins its solos on the rise 
blending with the symphony surprise.

At first comes the...

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Lavender green, lavender blue
She sings; her voice suits contralto.
Magnolias are in full bloom
Each bloom like a lotus flower
Spreading its petals as if readying
Itself for Buddha's fleshy thighs.
The rill flows clear as dew 
On a spring...

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Chipmunks, squirrels collecting
bitternut hickory, chirping
against a small owl cruising
low beneath the trees.

Everyone has gone this morning
to school or work. Laundry rolling, 
carpets vacuumed, cleaning
in the bathroom on my knees.

I'd like to be Whitman, praising
the pure...

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