Long Orchestration Poems

I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see...

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Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch

Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here?among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes,...

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Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...

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The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A ...

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In a surprise announcement today,
President Plan B Sandman's
EcoMinister of CoOperative Economics
translated bipartisan balanced ecologic
into "Full-Budda BiLateral Political Consciousness."

Curiously, 
rather than presenting theoretical support,
he seems to offer analogical evidence
for his ecological thesis
about logic,
or logos,
or neurosystemic linguistics,
or...

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An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps...

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Translation of YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG
By T. Wignesan
(Written by : Herbert Kretzmer)

(Variously sung in a host of styles, moods and orchestration by
exquisite soul-movers like Roberta Flack, Shirley Bassey, Charles Aznavour, Glen Campbell, Andy Williams,...

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Through the hushed whisper of the breeze
Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees
I sense that I have stepped
Into a sacred hallowed space

A GARDEN OF ROSES

A heady perfume hits the senses
Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to...

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Guess What? Let us have a little talk
Take a walk and know the winter thoughts
 There is some time left to feel
the sweet essence of a wave a breeze
 The reminder of the plan ahead
...

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Spore your appreciation, edification, information...,
orchestration, and utilization,
a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage
synonymous with symbiotic relationship.

Nostalgic acquiescence about fictitious life,
oblivescence about current travails
and reminiscence about
transcendence into utopia
prompts me to revisit livingsocial,
now that yours truly
among...

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November second two thousand twenty two...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Approximately six weeks since August sum
er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about 
sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum
pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync 
with thirstily quaffing...

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October twenty third two thousand twenty one...02:44:06 PM
Eastern Standard Time abuzz auld Durin 
(ya know whit I'm Tolkien about 
Elder days long regarding) Autumnal thrum –

The perfect balm to avoid feeling glum
supine upon greensward 
I...

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As armies continue to march their sanguinary war
lifeless lay those as sinewy gore,
pinnacled soldiers atop a land possessed
making themselves feel they've been blest
	
Bittersweet is the toil of progress
especially for those unacceptable to less
the muses in...

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There was a king once reigning
Who carried a great, big flea—
And far from him complaining,
The flea filled the king with glee!
For to him that flea was dearer
Than even his only son,
And to make his preference...

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Do you hear them?

Woodland creature amidst the thicket, drawn, oblivious to indifference beneath 
heavenly luminescence.
And I, baring admiration in acknowledgement, plea to the awakening of your 
fellow ear as companion.
Fields breathe life of their expulsion.
Shall...

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In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk,
The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh.
The clouds, scholars of the azure,...

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November first two thousand nineteen...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet

nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous...

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at first it was unbearable i must admit
i wanted to stay home, i told my mom i felt sick
i understand now why they say time heals
it does
kinda funny though, its healing what never was
the first...

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In pitch black night there is no color, 
For light is color's revealer.
In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected, 
White is all the colors from a billion rainbows,...

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We will often enjoy a meal, an event, or a gift.
We will express our gratitude and quickly move
on to the next thing. We will not always allow
what was shared with us to soak into our...

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Baudrillardian Echo


I awoke this morning with a profound vision of a painting. 
A sort of Baroque ensemble of consequence, still lingering. 
I've put it to pen, since it's quicker than painting.  
The contortion of life...

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Thoughts scurrying in my head 
like underground commuters - 
pushing, bustling, focused only 
upon themselves with no care for 
others - reaching for the last 
remaining hang strap or seat. 

Words tousling for attention; 
some...

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There are times when I walk down the block
I ask myself: why don’t I just walk into the woods
To live a little bit more
When I am looking for jobs on the open market
I mine for...

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I’d hang my head in shame
The day I stop querying the man in my mirror
Whose name I’d associate with blame
For daring to conceal the fear and tear

My conscience weeps as the man fails to keep
Promises...

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