Long Opera house Poems

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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This is a rather nostalgic piece -


Meandering around on rural roads, in search of one-horse towns, with no place in particular to go,     
Connie - that’s my wife - and I,...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and down each tree-lined street
Where childhood friends and neighbors meet
In history...

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AntiPoem 36
“Silent Mercies”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing
“Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem)


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Look over there.
See the stunned grandmother knitting,
Not speaking a word neither, nor...

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Everything is selected carefully for the making of the queen. Everything is selected carefully before the queen gets married to the deal. The temperament of the mother and the father was tested in the matrimony...

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“Elawishus Barker is the meanest man in Georgia. Absolutely cold as ice…and hard as nails t’ boot.
I’ve actually never met the guy, but - based on what I’ve heard - everyone in Pinkerton despises that...

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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain soaked streets
and puddle patterns reflect temptation as light flickers
from second...

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Falling for you

I can't say my life's been easy,
one thing has helped me get through
from cries in the night to feeling alright
was my dream of me finding you

Lost and alone was my journey,
fruitless my searching...

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Girl of the theater, devoted to beauty, love and freedom. Romantic, not necessarily hopeless, but romantic nonetheless. She romanticises her life, she's the main character of the play. That is her existence. To court her,...

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With all the world a thousand feet below
  ...

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I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On...

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Can you hear the distant echo of the 
hauntingdidgeridoo,                          ...

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Raised by apes as a
feral child in the wild,
was as a young man
discovered by a rich American
anthropologist hiker who was retired,
taken back by plane
to his new homeland,
he started assimilating
by wearing regular attire,
they tutored him how...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide...

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Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne
Glad are the late nights’ burnt

Bustling Bourke Street Mall
Epitome of a retail therapy’s call

The archaic Flinder’s Station
Scheduling warrants attention

Cho-chooing to Sydney
Never costs a kidney

The surmountable Clothes Hanger
Climbing it is not a...

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From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her voice in clarity's
Magnificence,
Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence.
As if a bird taking...

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There is a harbor, dark and still, 
That formed ten thousand years ago. 
It lies upon the western sill 
Of Grand Manan, in indigo. 

Seagulls soar above the cliffs. 
Puffins nest on jagged rock. 
From...

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Forget that first glimpse of the tower of Pisa.
The glorious colorful tulips in their beds at
Keukenhoff Gardens in springtime.
The Eiffel tower blinking in the darkness.
The Grand Canyon gilded at sunset.

The wandering mist from the power...

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JEALOUS of my poem being featured this week Ms Onclaud? It’s not like you to be so:
Petty,
Nettie
You mind floating me a loan? Rumor has it that you’re richer than J. Paul:
Getty,
Nettie
Ow, that hurt! Look, you...

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The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my bifocals back, I frown. I can’t remember anything after arriving...

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Memorable Vacations





Queensland was a dream come true,
Along forest lake walks under the blue,

Summers of December 2010 on my sis' invite,
Excited we were for the double delight,

Long travel concluded into a toast,
Beaches and sea, Byron bay...

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An island continent down under too grand to just ignore,
A land of coastal water where sandy beaches line the shore,
Ragged range and dusty plain colliding with each other,
A land of inspiring contrast nature took its...

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Quick getaway for a few days:
By Little Bay our happy stay.


A road trip drive for Sydney tour,
Baby makes five in spree for sure.


A cozy place in outskirts cool,
Home comforts trace as fancy pools.


A suburb far...

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Be ye a temple to thyself,
be plain and simple right off the shelf,

or be a Mayan of long ago, 
a calendar odds that stole the show,

Be here a while and gone the next,
if you have...

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(Christine)
And in my dreams he sings to my young soul,
he is darkness, passion, lust,
and he is beautiful.
He is obsession, danger and desire,
hiding in labyrinth catacombs his disfigured face,
a scar I do not see.

He lives...

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