Long Modulations Poems

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Translation of David Broza's " ! Ay Amor ! Que seria de mi ! " by T. Wignesan

( I'm not certain if this' s the original title of the lyrics composed by Eitan Nahmias GLASS....

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Lemme regale you with splendid and fabulous exuberance

Despite being an amateur
paperback writer wannabe,
whose storied protagonist
stars colporteur wannabe
(thinly veiled cover as yours truly),
whereby his antagonistic doppelgänger
donned as a frotteur trumpeting
animalistic, chauvinistic, egoistic,
averse to gradualistic, individualistic...
narcissistic, opportunistic...

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Idyllic reverie during break of day

May today bring unbridled bliss 
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.

When the last trace of night 
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state 
pervades thy...

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Standing on some non-life fringe of life
embracing non-existent shape
like winds that stopped blowing,
I would be living in illusions
with fossils of life’s zest.

I would regard meanings
given by others so far 
as refreshing boon,
I would still be...

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** Music Within **

Remarkably…
     	Oh, do!  Please!
				  Begin the music

For my inner empty places —
    Such as they are…Please!
Sound some splendid inspiration
    For...

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Brutish Trump, Meek Musk?
Trump comes across as a brute and scares people off the middle usually nice middle-class people who do not what it is like working on a building site or spending years at...

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You are a sustained landscape
one that changes only when you smile or frown,
        a fermata, an endless note
something akin to love strung-out,
pulled thin
until it vibrates at the same...

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Counting perching hawks
trying to watch what they watch
while a speeding car 
beneath tense feet
races to overtake whatever blocks
each sideways glance.

Fifty percent of all bird songs go unrecorded.
Multiplexed avian modulations leave us
questioning our own questions.

Pylons loop...

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Exiting Echoes in the Mist

Of the voices never heard with the silence slowly stirred
Tempest storms of their eyes darkened clouds in the skies
Of the silent whispers slurred vacant voices valiantly resist
Of the existing echoes in...

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"...Tell me it's true, 
we're everything we remember,
tell me memories never fail us, tell me
we take them with us, that I'll take you
with me, and you'll take me...'
    --Richard Blanco, "Questioning my...

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The camera inside the picture
concertina's time-lines into exclamation points.
Antique tripods brace themselves,
their quaint brass fittings
help minds to adjust.

Some turn a grooved infinity sprocket.
Some cave paint on the arching
bones of elk heads.

If we are to discover...

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the ether is alive with oscillations
          pulsations and electric frequencies
              satellite and shortwave...

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From;
Finding inspiration in a teapot. 
Looking out over a vast ocean of pink
The broad grasslands of blue,
The sent of roasted coffee suffocating the air 

From lines I am,
Lines of thought,
Endless ones;
Lines of green bread during...

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The Love Song
A song we both liked once
grinds-on,
a needle on a disc
etching deep grooves
into a mutual experience.

The cat we once shared, died.
Our dog chased the cat
in its leg-twitching dreams
until its old heart gave out.

The cherry...

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They come as close as they can.
The tree line is a frontier edge
between them and the brick barricades. 

I imagine them peering over their world 
into mine, and though their hooting 
may be only a...

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A song we both liked once grinds-on,
a needle on a disc etching deep grooves
into mutual experiences.

The cat we once shared, died.
Our dog chased the cat in its leg-twitching dreams
until its old heart gave out.

The garden...

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Something about loose lips and loose women,
old young recollections
some too dark for conversation,
some too light for
a poetry reading.

Your face is disfigured;
when I open your page,
greying origami birds
fly out of your story
beaks carrying
lint and gilings, but...

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Stories are mixture of emotions
Ethics, thoughts, messages in verbal motion
Threads of ages, more mature in milestones
Grandparents’ modulations, mimics and memories
Originated as a medium of self-expression
Flourished as a wand of promotion
Reaching to urban and rural world
Conquering...

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the other day,
 he was the usual self 
 bubbling and cheerful
 talking with a gusto
confirming with gestures

Half of his talk
I do not understand 
as he converses in a triple tone
without modulations leaving 
the ...

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That precious life in beautiful consonance
Where feelings and life are constant
The Alpha’s, the Omega’s children ingress into unity
We, meek, abased on our knees for his glory
With musical inflections and modulations
Bestowing him with praise
He has presented...

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