Long Frescos Poems

The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing...

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We make our way through the debris
To the second floor of the military shelter…
Slowly and cautiously,
For Death here lies-
But only half-asleep.
The torrid wind wrings the unstuck wallpaper,
Forcing it to sing the hymn
Of the great Amarna...

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This unhappy man in the midst of flowing opulence lived
like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels,
and was always sad like a dry wood in a lush green forest.
He got up one...

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It can’t be art 

Spun in a windstorm of caustic insisting
Plastered like mud on the walls of Pompeii
Frescos of joy before charcoal was misting
Writing in ash, catastrophic display

Poetic spittle once cast to the broken
Scribbled in...

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The lush hill towered over the quite town mostly built with big rock;
it had three tall church towers
with different distinguished styles: Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque...
wondrous was every sunrise!


   
Oh, their loud bronze bells...

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Books 

I went to the Frankfurt Book Fair the other day.
It was mind-boggling..Books! 
There were fat books, thin books,
White books, black books, tawny books,
Paperbacks, hardbacks, beautifully bound books,
Pure books, lax books, learned books, lay books,
Plain...

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I went to the Frankfurt Book Fair the other day.
It was mind-boggling..
Books! There were fat books, thin books,
White books, black books, tawny books,
Paperbacks, hardbacks, beautifully bound books,
Pure books, lax books, learned books, lay books,
Plain books,...

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Wake up to the magnitude of the responsibility you shoulder
In singing the destiny humankind deserves
Betraying secrets to the egregious egret whose stakeholder
In his demented demeanour reserves  

The right to plan, design and manufacture weapons...

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In the Sistine chapel where frescos peep,
away from watchful devote eyes that weep,
a conclave gathers in reflection deep,
to choose a shepherd for gospels to keep.

Amidst partisan whispers, day and night,
behind closed doors, their sacred task...

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Mister Jack Frost stealthily visited me again last night.
When I awakened from my slumber I saw to my delight,
(Like sparkling bubbles in a fine effervescent champagne),
Splendid frescos that he had etched upon my windowpane!

No mortal...

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Scraping these stalemate shadows from such, buskins nails

Tracing real time read throughs signifying tragedies

Shredded in the leafed contours bin....

High rise windows overlooking the city; hedged portrayed views!?

Collosity framed upon the walls possessive panels this, epidemic...

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Everything was so spontaneous 
and beautiful in my younger years;
a young heart reaching out to adventurous dreams,
making them as real as his imagined schemes!

Climbing a grassy hill,
pushing forward to reach mountains,
and discover hidden treasures
that lay...

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Indigenous woman—rarely accompanied by their
white sisters—or their men enter 
through the side door
of St. Peter’s Church.

Here they are boxed in cool stucco,
and stained-glass. A flock of Mexican 
Madonna’s shift today to encompass 
their fairer sister:

Dios...

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Michelangelo Buonarroti
          at thirteen
pen to paper drawings
        showed great talent
and as an apprentice he acquired
    basic...

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wind strives to rumble throughout my four walls blasting harder as day becomes night
knowing not the resolve now possessed by all forces driven forth upon earthly delight
unkempt admonitions grueling weathered conditions still fester a natural...

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EPISODES
separate moments
timlessy
  suspended
&transported
 harmony
   torn apart
by
covert hints
& embedded
  warnings

inertia
 in
tranquil
  contrasts
of
dramatic
 focus

 petulant periods
of
shadowed eyes
a
 narrative a
of tensions
both meticulous
&  incongruous
in
scenes
recreated
of
 vast frescos


a
 triumphant
apotheosis
  reaching up
in
 serenity
to moods
of optimism
  in
celestial
celebration
from
 undertones
of melancholy

idyllic
 concepts
in
shimmering
 surroundings of
scenes
  a
 rural
mass
of
 exploits
foreclosed
by
 banal mishaps
striving
for
attention

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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In the dream I kept falling, tumbling
further into the depths of my memories
soul.

Breaking frescos of shard past life
seconds frozen still within me.
Shattering bits of crystalline glass
scattering across the room.

I breathed deep and remembered how it...

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Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm 
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail, 
thirst unquenched,
stimulus sensuous,
perpetual.

Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud  
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness avid,...

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Eating the paint on the Orpheum walls
are the voices of every performer
Some dressed in black with pearls in their hair
Some straight from England (Paul Weller)
Truthfully, I've been left freezing myself
eating the cup of the deep...

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Byzantine chapel
You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the 
rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An...

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Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm 
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail, 
thirst unquenched,
stimulus perpetual.

Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud  
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness imbibed.

Stifling...

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Poor little Moon King
trapped inside a gilded cage
within the marble prison walls
the cage is painted
and the marble held up with balsa wood
a fake fairy-tale façade
castles in the clouds
ladies in classical poses
battles never won
nor even fought
locked...

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Sandro
Mastering his skill of painting, diligent to detail, color, and Frescos (Sistine Chapel)
Born in Florence, Italy, apprenticed as a goldsmith, then later with a master painter 
By 1472, he had his own workshop where he...

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Melancholy May

You left me standing on a melancholy May;
Left me with nothing but scathing words to say;
You never painted the frescos of true love;
Never a tender kiss; nothing but dredge and shove.
 
You wore the...

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A rhapsody of sounds, smells, and colors;
Spring fills the canvas of my mind
with Her stoic beauty.
And once more, Her fabulous frescos
reawaken my taste for impressionism;
as She dapples Winter's white
with vibrant splashes of color.  
And...

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