Long Oboes Poems

On a Los Angeles street - play it brother, ladle it on black delirium
         A wind blows – from trumpets, oboes, and saxophones
    ...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping for air
Fingers moving in a dance
Across the strings of consciousness
Milking...

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IN OUR AFFORDS TO BE 
THE GREAT AMERICAN SOCEITY
THE LIGHTHOUSE TO THE WORLD
WE SPEAK LOOKING THROUGH
ROSE COLORED GLASSES
WE UNDERMINE THE ACHEIVM,ENTS OF
TIMES WERE WE TRIPPED AND FELL
AND STOOD-UP TO BE PUSHED DOWN
DIRTY AND SOILED WE...

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Welo and Shewa 
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.

She adored the unquietness...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their loud screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as...

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she became inspired when she
changed what was on her agenda for the week
placing fridays shedule for mondays she 
found time to purchase her husbands new
bassoon at the mall.
there she meet Forte Cresendo,
someone whom she admired.
He...

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No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst

kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled...

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They seemed more interested in ruining our relationship
it became apparent that her attractiveness was and appeal became the lie to believe: in there gathering.The" foregot's to mentions" and " the Honey tomorrows":began to write the...

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Proud parents gathered for the fifth grade band presentation.
The kids labored long and hard to enhance their musical education.
'Twas the band's first concert since its recent organization.
The harried teacher approached it with a sense of...

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Hymn to Pan

Before Morocco was Roman, you see,
the music of Pan was African jazz.

At the Wednesday night prayer meeting
the percussion discussion of Mingus goes on,
getting' all jumpy and sweaty inside.
This is the time of the...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One

Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky
She lies naked dreaming with one leg tucked under her thigh
The pallor of her silvery skin simmering...

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share you thoughts
share your love
 share your dreams
and tell me what causes you to love me
so we might have those endearing tomorrows
those nights that comes from those
days were we appreciate all the things
that we feel...

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Bliss
a phase where we are continually happy
where those people
who are routinely making your relationship
difficult are eased with the promise of one
reaping the rewards of a successful endeavor.

when the stage is set and those who wish...

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Chosen, tantalised, to there so close thine eyes, in musical moments,
Released all cares through reaching recitals, so buried now within the stave's,
Fingers flexing, skilfully etching, a melody of all the heart to both hear and...

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Taken inside the bowels
of bassoons, 
tropical heat from
swelling bows.
		Sweat labors the brow,
		full with carnal dissonance.
The throat is lunged
by a beast
veiled in foliage.
		Spewed in a mass of
		broken pickaxes!
Kicked again into the
thunder of claws!
		In flames of foundries
		lost.
Becoming...

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Borders Galashiels and Peebles
Sycamore Gap By Hadrian's Wall stood a sycamore tree
m cut it down for a world to see. Maybe the shoots will resprout
we heard an angler say. 

Her smiled signaled her excitement
she was...

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bassoons & oboes
they rehearsed in the atrium
 to the on lookers delight
the sounds of the oboes were soothing
they were like the sun setting into night
the chefs were amazing
 and the sounds of the bands,
I asked...

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The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics.
The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks
of a skein of geese 
conduct a loosely scored morning air.

Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, 
a wind section throats through its...

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Do you hear singing violins, oboes and the harp?
We dance in love as cheek to cheek we feel elated:
Hear the symphony, a melody from bass to sharp.
Dance on, luscious lovers, for thus we were created.

For...

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A Nyxian Symphony

The sun sets
My eyes close as night grows
Thoughts and dreams are lost
A soft melody starts with the twinkling of the first star
Oboes and clarinets are far in the distance
Yet their sounds echo through...

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Walking alone on that Christmas day
through falling snow, in emotions sublime,
step, pause step, she danced a minuet
as her taffeta skirt swirled in three quarter time.

The oboes and flutes sang sweet rhymes, 
while in her mind...

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THE FIRST INVOICE
HAD A PURCHASE FOR
12 TRUMPETS
5 TUBAS
10 FRENCH HORNS
7 CLARINETS
10 BASSOONS
8 OBOES
5 FLUTES
4 SNARE DRUMS
2 BASS DRUMS
2 KETTLEDRUMS
15 VIOLENS
5 CHELLO'S
2 TRIANGLES
1 XYLOPHONE
2 BASS GUITARS
2 ACOUSTIC GUITARS

IN THE NOTE AREA WAS A QUOTE
IT SAID
 A...

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the onlookers did not climb the wall.
in the three towers the oboes silenced.
the dark house has a woman who closes the curtain.
the boy cried ancient.
the lamps went out too much.

the sun was silent.
the wind has...

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It’s cotton sleeves and naked shoulders, since
the balmy southern evening’s close and warm.
“Aida” underneath the stars tonight!
Bassoons and oboes, eager to perform,

are practising brief runs.  The moon is huge
against umbrella pines, and tiny bats
are...

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The decanter is filled with chicory blooms
(blue, for the sky is her pleasure)
while the snapshot turns nigrescent
marking rain for the evening weather
The ring with which they two had wed
lay gilded 'round her finger
With her eyes...

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