Long Madrigals Poems

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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It Has Always Been Like This

It has always been like this, since the very first slap.
We will go north this morning, then go south in the evening,
Then we will step this way, and then that...

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I sleep 
to visit You 
in Your dreams,

oh my Esteemed -

a gauche novitiate,
there like a Laureate
You receive me

to learn Your secrets,
there wisdom is served
like as one planted, 

seeded at a last feast,
where all can plainly...

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It was a dawn amongst amazing dawns
With a clear and sparkling blinding light
Starting a day of most amazing prospects
When everything seemed to be just right

The clock struck a definitive thirteen 
I counted each measured chime
Blinked...

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Undulating hills and mountains
As far as meets the eye,
Towering pines that seem to kiss 
The clouds in the azure sky.
Birds sing their madrigals,
While a brook murmurs nearby,
Its crystal water gently flowing
On a pebbled bed bordered...

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Mint ripple spasm cool shrouds pulse my sprig fount 
I shriek at cusp of dawn cricket hymn sheet peep 
lambent cosmos vivid hues splash lilac wisps 
upon my psychic visual wellspring blind float 
golden petal...

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in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each 
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry 
revlon lipgloss and hairspary.  he is trying not to...

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in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each 
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry 
revlon lipgloss and hairspary.  he is trying not to...

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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow...

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Fingers intertwined in 
  wondrous oneness
  together foreverness
  breathtaking bliss

Eye to eye in
   lyrical longing
   melodic memories
   soul symmetry

Backs turned to 
  bygone brokenness 
...

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Here comes Spring, sweeter than ever,
Come everyone and let us sever,
Sunlight finally returns in great mass,
The deer leaps on the tall grass, 
Can you hear the trees speaking,
All the flowers are springing, 
Ice breaks and...

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A LETTER TO MY DISTANT LOVER

Dear friend,

I wish a gentle wind could rise from my deep self
and blow towards you humming my deepest wishes
on freely swaying tree branches
along the cool banks of a river which...

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Blue Stone

Sagittarius piano fingers waltzing splendidly upon my laptop.
I can hear your nervous ticking heart clapping and tapping—
Collapsing there— as the meat philosophers send their brocades— 
You never told me your name— whether real or...

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You find in the slime of indecency
The rotted hollow of an empty skull - 
A mindless mind allows redundancy 
Repeated repetitions till it's full. 
 
Cogs in a wheel turning round on a run, 
As...

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The golden daffodils are fading fast,
But beautiful the bank of bluebells bloom.
This stand of beech trees has a lime-green cast
As sulphur yellow, flowers the spiky broom.
There is a madness to the month of May
Young boys...

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We need a black shiny piano
a golden Sax,
a smoky mind drinking blue air.

Outside a mythical speak-easy
train wrecks are on a loop.
The green dollar of a once green dream
has become a sickly chihuahua
on life-support.

Here in this...

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You are the dream of my dream
Receive my smile to break ice
Kindle the flame of my wanderlust
Ye, my coppella madrigals
And my aurora borealis.

You are my Scandinavian winter
With encroaching dark evenings up
Until the snow creates the...

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Fetching water,
From the village mere,
Year after year,
I used to see her.

Underneath the mango tree,
A village lass born free,
Would wander boundless on the earth,
And revel in Nature’s mirth.
Her humble abode,
Now an empty void,
On the roof tattered
Appear...

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