Long Fresco Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of...

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[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum 
They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a museum
A thousand Terror Bugs were massed, in...

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The Roman administrators came for the wealth of our worship
demanding that I crack the church's coffers wide open
for their needs, for the Empire's desperate embellishments,
in place of gold I presented the poor
I told the onery...

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April 9th, 2023 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Borne aloft into the netherland
the body bearing thee soul   
of Boyce Brandon Harris
birth name given to my late father
buoyed aloft united with spirit
of mine late...

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April 9th, 2025 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad shy of 
fifty four plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholia
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine...

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April 9th, 2021 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Elysian fields embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n six months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance...

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those early attempts at a Mexican food
no store bought cardboard taco shells
she had to prepare her own
the appearance of the tortilla press
the arrival of the tortilla holder
became a beginning to a menagerie of new tools...

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At the age of 13 he experienced the great depression,
and that event helped shape his social conscience.
Even as a child he could clearly see all of the resources were still available,
but people didn't have money,...

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This unhappy man, that was me, was always sad and lonely like a dry log in green forest. I woke up one morning, more dejected than the morning before, threw away the flower-embossed curtains off...

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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes...

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Between Earth and Ecstasy
My soul, wrought from the dust of falling stars,
Has embraced the undisturbed illusions, resting not in halted slumber,
They levitate, and like the crescent moon blooming, dark stirrings grow within me,
I rend the...

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I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine 
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless to answer the prayers of mortals

I sit in my darkest...

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Un alma de noche                               ...

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Written: February 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Brushing butter onto pastries,
squeezing...

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I desperately wanted to come back
And you surreptitiously checked out of my life
I no longer have a friend, confidant, lover and wife
Indeed, I’m out of luck
Thank God the firmament remains blue
The clouds are traipsing left...

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Dancing and singing along with the rest 
With the sun beaming down
It’s Glasto at its very best

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The teatime slot my favourite spot
Iconic performances from idols past
Still going strong as they sing all night long
Never dreaming...

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This unhappy man in the midst of overflowing opulence living 
like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels was always 
sad and lonely like a dry wood in a lush green forest,...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the...

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“Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday
Flowers bathe an' ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day”
Jimi Hendrix 1968

A weep at first
to cure a thirst
becomes a cloud bursts...

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By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)

The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains
but we still...

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The landscapes I paint have a fence or two
Some with pegs stout and straight
Some with bars broken and bent
A fence between the grey gravelly pathway 
And the flashy flowery garden swathe
Or between the rippling river...

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(In the late 1300's, veteran painter Barna of Siena 
was killed when he fell from the scaffolding whilst 
working on "The Crucifixion", the final panel of his 
fresco cycle in the Church of the Collegiata,...

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A simple toy mother gave me 
on my sixth birthday, 
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design, 
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me, 
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking...

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(Original poem)
Frozen ripples of moments

When in the hued horizon the crimson sun rose
I saw you flash across my dew latticed meadow
Chromatic glare of dawn flushed your satin face
On flow of time the ripples of my...

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Free verse : Indulgence

The sunburst dawn’s flaming film 
flushed your flamboyant face,
as the horizon turned to golden fresco
in my dew crowned meadow,
you flittered like a butterfly,
my yearning got poised on frozen time.

Before you could fly...

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