Long Fluting Poems

NOTE: The Natchez Trace is the Nashville bar where I met my future wife Beth. We invented a game called "twister pool" which involved billiards, drinking and a fair bit of physical contortion ...


At the...

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I remember that day, my friend when you said: I will lead,
I left my leadership as a tree untimely leaves shed;
I was happy indeed, just like holding my father's arm,
What's more happiness than that of...

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“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr”  By...

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One day remains 
Before this most peculiar year ebbs into distant memories
Wings are buttered awaiting burnt orange flames
Crisp sticks of celery trimmed to impeccable perfection
Must not forget—
A small, very small, bowl of the consummate black-eyed...

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When we were young and so in love
You called me your Tiger, I called you my dove
I knelt on my knee and began to sing
Opened my heart and gave you a ring

The years went by...

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O lady, be not so proud in your demands
Since you trained me to love alone
And He trained me to be content
While I plead for water from a stone.
You have despised me,
Left me nothing but your...

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I might forget you for a little while

but when the last desert hues of sunset roses

wrap the bareness of these arms

Out of nowhere and without reason I think of you

Darkness falls and so my tears

but...

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Come to the azure window
Its still here in my dreams
The glowing moon a light- house
Your compass is the breeze.
The breeze  would fill the sails
The moonlight leads your path
The window will be open
to reach-out for...

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Blue bird in a gilded cage:


But not as much as a single whistle from it,


and no piping, not even a proverbial peep,


only deafening silence from behind the bars.


To get the little blue beast to sing!


One...

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In the middle of the night they squeak and squeak,
A house enchanted by the past evil of ROSE cannibal
The tormenting souls sway the air grasping for hair,
A tiny piece to finish her hairdo for people...

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(for Columbus)

In this season of hornbills and sesame grains,
Your colors become sharper than war cries.
In this season of brow-antler-deers and new rice,
Our colors become bloody and drip like tears.
Someone had sown bitter seeds in our...

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A flycatcher sang his song today,
High atop a tall fig tree--
Out on the tipsiest branch
He swayed with rhythm
As he proudly sang--
Sang with joy, fluting so marvelously
I could scarce believe my ears--
Sang to his lover
Who answered...

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Sunlight over receding sea, small waves born.
            Thawing frozen clouds drenched with rain.
Leaves sparkled where motley was worn.
Breeze through golden twilight again.
  ...

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On the floating vegetation mat the nest is
Swans are quacking, moving to water sedge
Swamp of charming dawn with the raw ray
The flowers are waking up on the love bay

Rising sun are hugging the window glass
Through...

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 I  thought I had forgotten
the end of summertime,
I thought I stopped remembering
that last night you were mine.

Moments side by side
before fresh petals dried.

But like an autumn sun in skies of blue,
Low I sink...

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Talent bubbling up from ghi
Forming a sensual column of curling
fluting to wings in fast hug of rising
A smoke ring to shape in high moment of pleasure
Not yet a burden fast turning to work
Following grain of...

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After separation from death
rain-scented moon was rising
in broken sky. Night birds started
fluting one to another relentlessly;

earth unjointed, was speechless, in
failures we meet often, a little while.
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution,
the life had no mercy,...

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Your notes seduce my soul primeval
from its hibernating place.
The music speaks a hallowed talk
to once attendant ears.
In sweeter voice than human throat
you sing me of my dreams
where Gentle Savage leaps and fights
and prays to all...

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After separation from death
rain-scented moon was rising
in broken sky. Night birds started
fluting one to another relentlessly;

earth unjointed, was speechless, in
failures we meet often, a little while.
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution,
the life had no mercy,...

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Expectations

Triumphant note of a magnolia's pearly white
Wakens the sleeping ground,
Beautiful ballerina
Impressing all around.
Herself the spotlight.
Brave fragile snowdrops light the woods' darkness,

Fluting, keen, white and green
Like panpipes in Peruvian mountain scene
Banishing starkness.

Each year we come to...

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