Long Ivories Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with its swift
matter-of-factness 
logically guides the fingers 
to dance across keys...

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I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell...

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Dear me, 
  I breathe you
in the pulse of erased promises ~ 
I'm a shadow in your space 
and not any voice which can be heard
    above restless mists, 
so, when...

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For the daughter I love and miss.

There’s a change that’s like a season that I’ve noticed in the air
I couldn’t tell what niggled me but now I have to share,
I feel it in the morning...

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How far is that LIGHT
                              ...

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Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian.

Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)

Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Follow if you want to be a better poet

An Ode to...

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Peeling Back the Bubble Wrap

Peeling back the bubble wrap on the ancient of days, 
Back to when Nixon was still presiding,
He, leading with paranoid deliberations, 
Sold his yeses to the Goldbricks, and the Mustard Men;
And...

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The back door....

Around one thirty amid the Octobers early morn

A beautiful young lady dressed in sheer black

Pomegranate lips with the deepest of dark alluring eyes

Long flowing ebony silkened hair; radiant

An hour-glass figure of ivories white...

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Heading to a cauldron in the dry sea of sands
Far afield the Sahara shores devoid of life
With an array of dexterous army riding further North
Our horses neighs as honed swords beholds Amir al-Mu'mini's hands
Death on...

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Dedicated to my MOM ~~~ PIANIST EXTRAORDINAIRE
                            ...

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I’m a tiger you can see,
With colour yellow like a honey bee,
And you’re happy as you’re free,
So why can’t we too live free?

You keep us in the zoos for all our lives,
Away from our children...

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I used to walk carefree around this world, 
My shoulders light and free of any chips
Not thinking fate would ever come unfurled
By nonsense escaping naïve lips

I thought Murphy ’s Law was ludacris
Karma for a mind...

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Two fingers trapped in a tinkle
Tap dance on the last
The ivories louder and louder
The notes spinning, spinning so fast

Unleashing the whirlwind it does twirls about the room
The magical piano from which a dust devil makes...

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had her parents forced her into it like so many do, 
then she might still be a virtuoso, that is true, 
however, 
to see a kid make for themselves a hobby into a skill, 
just
because
they
want
to,
is...

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A strange dream....

I look out of my window at marshmallow clouds.
Drifting across the sun, blotting out daylight stars.
The moon shines bright in the dull sunlight.
As a piano black sea. Drenches the ground.
One cloud resembles a...

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I hail from a bombed out sanctuary,
And  from the survivors of genocide
Who had the courage to run
Where none of my people had run before.
I hail from the underground safe haven,
Built by a laborer dubbed...

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"Black and white in want of each other, and not in need, inevitably;
of my following sampling's POV," ... by the Poet.

Pandas are loners, though my statement is a misconception of the simple fact of reproduction...

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I really didn’t like him
But what the heck
He was a fellow Yorkie
And he had a lot of neck
He played the piano by ear
And that’s just how it sounded
You couldn’t say his technique
Made notes in any...

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I never wrote a love song,
Penned for anyone to sing,
I hope I’m pretty good with words,
But music’s not my thing.
I cannot write a chorus,
Cos I don’t know how it goes,
My words are not for humming,
That’s...

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Walking slowly on the lily-white beach

winding down from the pressures of work

a warm breeze teases my sun-kissed cheek

and I thank God I'm here for a week

Sunrays sprinkling sensuous massages upon me

 weary blue eyes concealed...

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On the curb of the alley she sat
Admiring the old Steinway
Noticing the worn finish and eyes focused on the ivory keys 
For years she played in the symphony
Bringing an ethereal quality to each masterpiece
She walked...

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violín y piano

stirring trembling insanity on the 
sprung floor, the leaps that lead to
balancing feats that no one can top---
she takes her time leaving 
flawless & sculpted in her leotard
making her way home to shower...

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~Roger Williams~
(Acrostic)


R-oger Williams, his music is timelessly delightful.There's no
O-ther in the world like him.He started to play piano at age three.A
G-raduated of I.S.U.Drake University,and Julliard School of Music.Performed at
E-very major venue,Carnegie Hall,the Hollywood Bowl,and the...

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