Long Oratorio Poems

A combination of Prose and Free Verse:

The most thrilling and inspirational piece of music ever to reach my 
ears is, without doubt, Handel's Messiah. I've never known anyone 
who could experience a performance and remain...

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"Oratorio" 

Another angel
hums towards 
another 

otherworldly 
Xanadu

bathed in choirs
its mystery calls in 
the golden aria 

the zephyr light 
glistens upwards
breath on a new breeze 

to lift feathery wings
to soar past Leo moon
breaking through immortal

in time...

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Ringhiare verses Knurren, he smoked a Gurka Royal Courtesan, singing "Snorfin Lowgalling" and Lettmi Love You". Two sips of the Sidting Droft ( sherry and white grape juice mix), he began asking things in his...

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The Art
         The art of music reveals the soul's effigy
         The overture that eternally imparts its recital
  ...

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The Greasy Saddle Resturant and Night Club!
I blushed as I conceeded: she wished to name her nightclub "The Greasey Saddle". I had been seduced and fell into exhaustion from her nights of neocations. Al talks...

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Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
don't be hasty to engulf silence 
as the chapel's choir engages in a spiritual oratorio praising Him;
an octave higher or lower brings
their inspirational hymn to a desired sound of felicity...
those...

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OVERTURE

Overture is an opening and in music, it can be an
independent orchestral composition in one movement
or an introduction to an opera, extended musical
composition or oratorio, like Bach’s Christmas Oratorio.
 
Overture is a prelude that I...

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                          Your face
       ...

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The face is still,
the personhood a mask 
and from outside, there is no door. 

The world slows down,
its voice as if a worn down tape
devoid of presence, drifting,
lost in its pursuit of time;
it is a...

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In The Repetition Of A Kiss

When I leave the house to follow traffic patterns
Tie and suitcase in my hand
Running through the door to find rush hour
I buy and sell gold bullion for a living 
On...

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I loved Christmas. Every year
Bach’s oratorio filled the church,
the boys’ voices soaring skyward. We drank
mulled wine at the market, lighted 
candles on the wooden pyramids,
carefully set up mom’s collection of nutcrackers, carved
by hand in small...

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Epaulets of schmaltzy eyes set to be so loose
Given a glass of rosewater, its perfect booze!
This cattish damsel in the planetary alignment of swank
Regularly chichi, sometimes bltchy
Never mind, always kind, two-up for a Blanc.
A scene...

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