Long Pianissimo Poems

She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they...

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A Song With no Name
From my grandfather and my dad and performed by their son and grandson, me.
It was an old melody with no name of a ballad my grandfather wrote a long time ago.
The...

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Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats 
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle...

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Ah! Yes! Yes! You say my poetry
reminds you of a great musician;
the ear to feel and a heart
to impart—so the conductor
motions his vessels to sail:
a pianissimo or great crescendo!
I think that breeze, that wind
that went...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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What melody is that which I hear? Is it the notes that a maestro directs his 
orchestra to?
Is the sounds that a tenor flute emits as you make love to me? Play me in your...

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A Pleasurable Life

The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And double the sheer bliss

The decadence of eating
With the satisfaction of...

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Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if 
the world has been 
coated by a wave of 
deceitful dictums,
  where faked...

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"Radio"
Snippets of classic jingles ring diabolically in our brain
Converging good tunes for bad products
Their repetitive nature send shoots rattling and ringing
Over and over again, gee, have a little music with you commercials!

Morning shows ruled by...

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this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
        I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN

I will sing you to a star
No matter...

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this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
        I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN

I will sing you to a star
No matter...

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this was written strictly because she wanted to bet and i won!
        I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN

I will sing you to a star
No matter...

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Come cover me with taffeta blue and and my cello's hue
and let the warmth rub onto you
when they join the cotton of my handkerchief
Nature's discards in their pure state are put to good use

I love...

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LONELINESS, LONELY AND MUSIC 

The pianissimo makes the violins softly cry, 
the cellos sympathize with the sadness of the theme Barber’s Platoon 
the sublime adagio quells the overwhelmed heart
sending vibrations moaning through my body 

I’ve...

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I.
In the hush of the first movement,
Silent snowfall plays a soft overture.
Each flake a note, descending gently,
A white serenade to quiet streets.
Nature's breath slows, like a pianissimo,
And the world finds refuge in the stillness.

II.
The allegro...

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Symphony No 9

 enter sounds of pianissimo allure 
 Elysium with piano keyboard pure 
 floating along Schiller’s poem “ode to joy”
 faint piano fingers find her bashful coy 
 leading emotion along a subtle...

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Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state

I love the touch of man-made materials 
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when...

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I WONDER IF ONE EVER FEELS HEAVY IN HEAVEN

I will sing you to a star
No matter how very far
I will bring you to the sun
No matter how slow or fast we run

The skies will play...

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Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight...

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Time is the greatest, yet cruelest composer,
It has already written its own melody on us.
Our wrinkles and scars are its notes,
Our skin is its sheet,
And our body is its instrument.

Although, you're so far, far away,
I...

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In heat
the pulse of your streets.

I've heard the crack
of hard political whips
that pinch the air.

Cores of human topography,
your aging neighborhoods.

Your people kick cans
counting gravel like jewels,

while chiselers roast dogs
in the courthouse.

Swine flu kills
the papers.

And already...

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Black tile summons his tears,
A note slightly in between,
As he play by ears,
The cries of his heart’s pristine.

With the dancing of his fingers,
Stepping on black and white floors,
Leaping away, but his soul lingers,
Leaving with each...

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SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN

I.	 I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm 
on the windows, the roof, and the pool.
I imagine the...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hvno17nl7vg

A revolution of the senses right in front of me 
passionate notes that kiss the air and fly 
just before the last curtain fails to die 
gentle,  gentle, into the night he leads away...

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