Long Etude Poems

 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Approbation Deeded Gratuitously Just Because...

(this endeavor more self directed to progeny,
whose psyche wounded, strafed, and nicked.)

Incumbent upon me own
     purring impetus, a sincere
desire arose NOT to ask
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life had written an etude in D minor and barely gave him a pass

D for defeat denial disintegration dour reprise of the inevitable

bottom of the class for society sang to its dominant song book

while he...

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Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring
never could her brother wish upon NON GMO
(archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing,
and genuine prayer anybody more a maze zing.

Many countless years before
our dear mother...

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Love So Stated 


Mother said uncounted times,
“Sally, I know you better than you know yourself,”
But, if that were true she wouldn’t have said so,
For it hurt — much — and I cannot believe she 
Meant...

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Etude in Prose
{SCRIPT to prose}

SCRIPT::
I am afraid you presume too much
Mr Battersea   If I have lent you
reason to believe this
   I assure you otherwise  

Accept my apologies please Miss Schofield
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Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence...

Quotidian dedication describes
das deft dude,
his promising passion
with English language
within recent past dim sum
might notice he brewed

poems about common
trials and tribulations food
for thought self sadist factorially
reasonably rhyming oft times
incorporating analogy, metaphor, simile
more...

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Exotic egos evade exit endings, encompass=ing eccentric  
extensive earwaxed essentials/ergo enameled equi, 
existentials everexuding extra egg entrenched eyecons, 
extricating eerie effervescent 
ephemerals. Ecoli epitaths engulfing erratic enticing eras, escorting
electric eel embraces establishing estival estates...

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I hear the words. In autumn's silent verse
lie anapestic wafts of falling leaves
with golden syllables both bright and terse,
the crimson pluck of summer as it grieves

its loss of verdant shimmer.  In the wake
of crisp...

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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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Older than dirt, 1932 in May
long before I saw the light of day, 
The Moon Rocket was published, stellar piece. 
staccato was its mark of expertise.

I was three in 1947.
At the top of the stairs...

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quatrain

Clearly put - the star was up to no good.
Musicians have an innate sense of time. 
The guests, notwithstanding, all understood
their host - a conductor well-past his prime.

Novice performers, the host chose just three
for the...

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Soaking up sunshine on sandy warm shores;
   sipping sangria while sampling smores.
Under umbrellas we’re putting to use;
   utterly euphoric as the day comes unloose.
Mid-morning mildness is making me muse;
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She is someone who has been so quiet all the time,

That ray shell is as sweet as this tastiest slime.

She has the gift of gab that truly stands out,

That ray shell is incredibly good and...

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Thirty years on, across our globe, my daily ritual.
Alone, surrounded, marching silently forward,
the vast weight of humanity moving back and forth,
in an awkward dance, street theater for the masses.

A piano and a flute, emoting to...

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I freely admit I love classical music,
And please don't think me a snob
If I keep my composure
When I mention composers
As Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and Schumann,
And not Ludie, or Wolfie,
Or Petie, or Bob.

And a symphony simply...

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HAZELS KITCHEN

How many meals have we children eaten there?
Although possible to count, it’s vaporized in thin air.

Zilch is not the number and we don’t have a clue,
Eating was foremost but mom had other offerings too.

Longing...

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My nocturne is a mighty wind
 blowing across fragrant skin
the world relentless in its struggle
she is an etude, I know that now
it comes along in whispers
between strangers who share the feeling
of what it is to...

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“The number 34 is the magic constant of the 4 by 4 magic square shown on the engraving “Melencolia I“ by Albrecht Dürer. Wikipedia"

Oh, my room’s square melancholy!
Les femmes préfèr les hommes au Lee*.
My bed...

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EtOH

EtOH, like dancing fingers in a Chopin etude, 
Plays the tune of disinhibition on my frontal lobes.
Empty receptors laugh and smile as they are
Tickled and tantalised by alcohol’s exciting touch.
The world brightens and I blossom...

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Are there words to tell,
The beauty that you hold within?
The mystery upon every swell,.
Where God had life begin.

Feeding  multitudes with your bounty;
Man existence depends on you.
So giving  of your endless plenty;
Beneath your waves...

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Haiku 2 Do About U

Should I tell U how
Love 4 U within me sings?
Swinging scatted tune

Haiku About U

Sound brought me 2 U
Feelings for U clear and pure
Dulcet notes on glass

Haiku II About U

Time always 4...

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