Long Cymbal Poems
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Reverberations of roosters' crows
through the hollow of opposing hills
The cymbal section of nature's band
Singing male Mockingbird such varied notes
Answer by a female but her tune is always the same
Noooooooooo!!
He answers cu-----te, pur___ty, come Here~~er~er
The same answer from her nooooooo!!!
Another female flys up and lands on the fence
nesting material in her mouth
She was lured away by someone's call____
This foggy morn, nice, cool, a few minutes on the porch
Then responsibility to complete today's work since I answered someone's call_____
Sponsor: Frank H
Contest: Sounds
May 09, 2013
(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 angst i confess.
Today i.e. about two years ago (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta 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 hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
As the clouds gather banking against each other rolling in from the south
filled with water to release, the pines sigh a low key tune.
pecan trees small limbs
rock to the breeze's music
white snow falls from pears
Solid dark clouds accumulate blotting out the blue patches of sky. The sun peeks
through here and there from time to time. The breeze stirs the pines to resound a
rolling bass melody accompanied by the wind chimes humming out tenor and soprano.
Two cars go down the road with tires playing soft cymbal sounds.
The oak's chartreuse blooms
rock to the breeze's music...
the bird grips limb
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 voice
sights to be seen
and the vanishing
happens
where last you've been
" realities "
revolve to solve
" a paradox "
an elusive equation
leads manifestation
and a possible collision
in degrees of separation
" nothing is mad "
if a matter of inclusion
"...the Core Matters..." are at hand
1 Corinthians 13 on
Love
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and exult in the surrender of my body,a but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs. 6Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices in the truth. 7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be restrained; where there is knowledge, it will be dismissed. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when the perfect comes, the partial passes away.
11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I set aside childish ways. 12Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.
Hebrews 13:1
13 Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters.
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 ARE SHEDULED TO PERFORM IN
NEXT ACTOR U.S.A., AND I'M SHEDULED TO BE IN ATTENDANCE. DUE TO PRIOR SHEDULING I AM FACED WITH A CONFLICT. THEY ARE SELLING HAZELNUT CAKES AT THE " BASSOON LOUGE, AND I WISH TO BE THEIR TO EAT MY BELLY FULL. I SUGGEST THAT YOU MOVE YOUR CONCERT TO ANOTHER DAY WHEN I CAN COME AND CLA AND SING YOUR SONGS. THIS WILL MAKE IT MORE CONVEINAT FOR ME, AND MY HUSBAND TO BE IN ATTENDANCE. IN THE WORDS OF CYMBAL BASSCLEF:
THE FLUTIST IS
CUTEIST, WHEN THE
WHEN THE FLUTIST IS
SMILING.
YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO MAKE THE FLUTIST FROWN, NOW WOULD YOU? YOU JUST CHANGE THE DATES SO I CAN COME, AND EVERY THING WILL BE ALRIGHT! MISTER AKAI, CULTIVATE PEACE AND HARMONY WITH ALL, IT IS BETTER TO BE ALONE, THAN TO BE IN BAD COMPANY!
WITH SINCERE ADMIRATION
MON CHATTE
July 21st, 2025
It’s 8:43 a.m.
the humidity in Kansas City is worse than a sauna
twittering birds are doing noisy conversing
there is loud annoying haha of a crow
in the distance I can hear a barking dog
my dogs do not seem to hear this
they are staring in the direction of the crows
there are three of them, flying single file
Haha haha haha laughing crows
a super large black ant zoom-crawls toward me
large black rain spots appear on my gray asphalt driveway
there is a loud cymbal sound of thunder
both dogs enter doggie door, seeking refuge of the house
it is raining flat out now
I see steam rises from the asphalt
A night's jog through a quiet town.
The strange warmth of an old familiar church.
The morning sun and outside sounds.
Picking the proper jeans, beguiled and besmirched.
Cautious steps inside as anxiety melts off from incense.
The light from the window above my pew.
The love from a girl's eyes aching and iridescent.
A cymbal struck as faces work like brightened ghosts, the heart's early hue.
The flow of a smoky-lighted hour, from soil to sinews, soaks the sodden rag
of the spirit dry, as the walk back into the sun and out of the Mass makes love lag
in the mist of living.
For every cornering thought.
For every bend of the heart.
For every shade of a tree.
And, in stabbing, singular rushes,
For every level of light that I might be.
In the beginning, Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.
This could have been a fruit like a date or a red apple.
It certainly was not for us to sample.
Consequently, God made animal skin robes to cover
their bodies down to their naked ankles.
The first sacrifice of a lamb was done by righteous
Abel. God accepted his offering, that he
did gladly put on the offering table.
Noah built the Ark; by grace his family
with the animals assembled. Then came
the rain floods that descended from heaven.
The Israelites blew their mouths like a
trumpet at Jericho, then the walls crumbled.
The wooden Ark of the covenant covered by gold
is a physical symbol, toward God’s spiritual
agreements.
David took a smooth stone, a big pebble
and conquered Goliath the Giant.
Man may stumble and man may tumble.
Pray always to be able, stable and humble.
Jesus took up His cup, which the Father gave
Him and never did fumbled it but did drink from it.
There are musical instruments that give
harmonious sounds for worship; some
are the piano, drums, timbral and cymbal.
People keep your body a holy temple.
Yes, the Lord Jesus Christ is our perfect
example.
To do righteousness is holiness unto God.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God of host.
We are in the last days. Things are going
to happen that will cause the whole earth
to rumble and tremble. God will save His
own elect from the end time crucible.
After all these things, God shall appear to
reign forever and ever in His majesty,
beauty, goodness, holiness, righteousness,
and greatness forever and ever.
Hallelujah, Amen!
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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To avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
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 hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why
death be not proud when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft Waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled from the womb,
his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.
I feel him there all day and night.
In my dreams, he speaks to me and makes my burden light.
His voice is like a soft and beautiful cymbal.
His turn of phrase makes my heart quick and my mind nimble.
His righteous utterance of confidence during the day,(sigh) shows me the way.
In retrospect, he was always there during my jejunity.
My father left me and my mother was not caring enough to love me.
He laid his finger on my heart and I felt his love.
His sweet and indomitable breath guided me to rise above.
I was abused by many antagonists and callous people over the years.
He fed me the fruit of his righteousness and chased away my fears.
He has made my life bountiful.
He has rectified my inefficient life so that I can become skillful.
In my winter solstice, I feel that time is nearing the fall of my withering and fermenting flesh to the earth.
My prayer is that my soul will bloom into immortal mirth.
Marchl 12, 2023
For the faithful be encouraged by John chapter 14 verse 18