Long Cymbal Poems

Move on over ole Joe...

and let the youngbloods take the reins
infusing our promised land with hope.

You done good for America,
serving as laudatory President
from 2020 to the present
Vice President from 2009 to 2017,
and in the United...

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World famous player of the five fingered flute,
   Wasn't quite so happy as he used to be.
   Being alone with just his flute,
   Nice clothes,
   And lounging...

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IX.

In the ICU, machines create their own songo—
ventilator, heart monitor, IV pump—
forming an accidental orchestra
the clutch of machinery holding time
like a hi-hat choking its own decay.

Underneath the electronic rhythms
the human body maintains its own
stubborn organic...

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VI.

We are all metric modulations
of our former selves—changing time signatures
mid-measure, learning to count
in odd meters when life refuses
to conform to 4/4 expectations
finding beauty in 7/8 existence—
the off-kilter cadence
of becoming.

The teenager tattoos pain across her skin
in...

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“Be still sad heart and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining,
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life a little rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.”- - Longfellow

Charleston,...

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1.
God, how I hate (when I can't go to sleep),
HATE the feeling sleep never will come.
In moments like this, I wonder if my death
Might be a lover with real potential,
Though the possibility of soul being...

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P. Mauriat Eldon she spoke his name for all to remember.His name means basso with the augmentative suffix -one. Her belief was that he was Italian. She spoke of him with a Peking Duck inspired...

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In the beginning, Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.
              This could have been a fruit like a date or a red...

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Arti.fictional iD

" identify "

it's a part that tickles
on the inside

" nine "
materials merging
to form one mind

a dangerous game
well worth the ride

a serpent
bares her eyes...

chaotic straightaway

wings without a butterfly

and the matter... is choice

dark formations
in a singular...

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(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home).

to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect 
   induces existential...

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written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
* * * * * * * * * *...

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Ooooh wow...a nice classy fortified wine dressed in a milky white dress. Shimmering for all to see. Injest not the erosive clatter of a purple frog. As it is far to dangerous. One may end...

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everyone has some rhythm even if it's only the beat of their heart
everyone has some rhythm given to them by the Lord our God
the flow of life, the synchronicity of how everything works as one
the...

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Desire is the trickiest mistress
A strange unpredictable beast
Tickled by fancy and circumstance 
Afflicted by famine and feast
A delicate matter to master
An unruly monster to tame
Lightening flash turning wood in to ash
Fickle wind flirting with flame
The...

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Written: February 3rd, 2024
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Existence for him,
should be the shivering,
a fantastic cymbal beat,
beaten with a firm stick,
then, at the...

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“1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom...

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You speak— to me without an utterance
	In every sunset you speak

Brilliant orange hues dance fervently, igniting all in sight; 
setting the horizon ablaze. A gentle sapphire tide gently, beckons the crimson fire to 
subside, as...

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today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly 
   going gamesomely gra grave,  de deum, and cymbal crash
to bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually - 
   all the grinding...

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RAVEL LUDWIG SPINET
5005 ALESIS COMMONS
CONER OF MOOG AND KORG
NEW MELLOTRON U.S.A. 50005


DEAR MISTER VOLCA AKAI:

MY NAME IS, MON CHATTE. I AM WRITING IN CONCERN OF THE SHEDULING OF YOUR CONCERT. ON "BLA, BLA, BLA" YOU...

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People sing in praise of a lead performer;
And the person playing the second fiddle
Often goes unsung and unhonoured.

That is the fate of all such auxiliary artistes, say,
A guitarist strumming the chords—
To keep up the rhythm
Or,...

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Voices ringing throughout my ear
Some far, and surely some near
But this distinguished sound is what I can’t s.
top seeming to hear.
So I seek to know, vision of the seer
And I peek
Through opportunities window
From where does...

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A head in a jam jar is equivalent to a ninety miles an hour speeding baa in a car but wheels on wool are often entertaining and never among pickles are diamonds thrown when watching...

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In bewilderment I woke up in Jerusalem
They were talking about Jesus, and they were spooked.
He was way too wise for a twelve-year old, and
asking questions no one wanted to answer.
They were trying to figure out...

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Without God’s Love…  I Am Nothing!

Though I may speak with the
tongues of angels and men…
Without God’s love, I am empty within.

I’d become as sounding brass
 and a tinkling cymbal.
In God’s kingdom, I would not...

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in the arena of battle,
t.v. on snipe

drawing his long sword from its sheath,
every inch cacophonously sharpened

sinister with geared teeth

nonsense forms from ancient bowels,
utterance of a lion woken from sleep

roaring out profanity and analytical resound,
playback of...

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