Long Dulcimer Poems

"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect 
strings of silk 
in the air

glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky...

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Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds of musick, shall fall
down and worship the golden image:
And whoso...

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"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, 
she be more precious than...

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“Spilt Milk”



Warm milk 
before bedtime
spilt before sleep

The salty tear
in a body of work 
along the dark line kissed

steamed open
like an envelope
secrets laid bare

reveling in whispers
moist lipped, barely contained 
lovers and their conspiracies

pulses felt 
quills dipped...

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"Captive Deep Blue Je Reviens"





I walk beside you 
in your dreams,
you are always in me 
warm and pounding, 
twin heart, 
burning bright flame, 
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
Sun igniting, 
I stand with you, invisible...

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The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the filter of Time

In swirling...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping for air
Fingers moving in a dance
Across the strings of consciousness
Milking...

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There is nothing left to say
Once the wind has blown away
All the leaves from their high nest
To its cradle in the west, 
Where the hills and meadows were
Filled with plaintive dulcimer
Notes descending from the cot
Of...

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Compassion sings in velvet vibrato violin strokes, thrumming upon
an ivory frame suffused in dulcimer tones of need.

Half deaf we echo broken words, sharp jagged phrases, defining
the borders of empathy, binding the reach of the heart.

Compassion...

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                                  Colourification--...

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A carpenter’s daughter am I but I do so love music.
So I built myself a lap dulcimer 
of fine wild cherry and walnut;
I used my late Father’s old jigsaw,
cutting each plank into an elongated guitar...

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   Dulcimer dewdrops
 paint the leafy canvas,
hungry mouthlings bobbing 
   a rambunctious sway 
   from
clear pleasure of impact to receive 
       blessings of...

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??Daniel? ?3:3?-?6? ?KJVAAE??
[3] Then the princes, the governors, and captains, the judges, the treasurers, the counselors, the sheriffs, and all the rulers of the provinces, were gathered together unto the dedication of the image that...

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Playing my guitar
playing Christmas songs
songs that echo from my childhood
songs of memories made
made in fantasies
made in dreams
dreams built from flavors
dreams built from stories
stories family told
stories in favorite books
books given to me by family
books given to...

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DEATH IN D FLAT

The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a...

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DEATH IN D FLAT

The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a...

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Sacred River calls to my soul heart
Surrounded by woods that keep us apart
In Xanadu surrounded by incense a plenty,
I find my mind alive with memories of me at twenty

A savage place beyond these well-kept garden...

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Grow me some gourds and I will carve my drum and bead my shakers; mimicking Gaia’s heartbeat, 
I will envision a new world.

A cedar and maple and I’ll build my guitar to sing, 
sweet-scented harmonies.

Bamboo...

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The sparrow's song falls silent
upon my dulcimer pulse
with collisions most violent
replacing verve's firm impulse.

In these kinetic visions
I find my current suppressed
by limitless decisions
impossible to digest

in the whorl of such motion
until hate gets hurled about
to replace...

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On my lap, strings ring out their mesmerizing tones; dulcimer cries joyful tears at, Christmas time.
Mystical drones weep magical notes; 
tension fades to limp, sinewy muscles and 
I am caught up in the song.
The ringing,...

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