Long Pianoforte Poems

What remains 
when gratitude for learning
totally evaporates?

I don't know...
Totalitarian senility, maybe?
I guess I don't understand
the source of your question, dear.
Do you feel less grateful for learning
than in more formative years?

No, I don't
but I sense younger...

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One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it?...

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“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, and dullards,
Gamblers, dealers, dance hall girls,...

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Plainly speaking four legged Oron not an instrument of torture                         ...

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A rich rusty old screw on an escalator in a shopping centre can never really be as exact as a tidal wave forming with over fifty prawns playing in an elevator. For elevators are really...

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When all the noises around me are still,
I most clearly hear the voices in my head
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.

Of melodies churning in my mind until
They find pleasure in my fingers instead,
When...

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I built a house for Harmony
with twine and polished tree,
with bricks of black and ivory:
four score and five plus three.

The hammered home I made for her
had ne'er been built before:
its roof revealed the inner walls,
and...

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Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle...

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Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle...

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