Long Pianos Poems

"I Would Be....WOOD"


   "Knock On Me!" or more correct "Knock On WOOD!" You've probably said that and rapped your knuckles against me while saying it! I know you've knocked on me many times...

Read More

Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an...

Read More

I would like to tell you folks about the biggest deal I’ve ever had the chance to make and how it all went down.
I owned a small antique shop, where I bought and sold old...

Read More

I am much more likely to feel like a respectful,
trusting family member
than an entitled warrior,
while outside "property improvements"
rather than inside anthropocentric habitats.

Sometimes
even as I approach my favorite sanctuary,
an AllSouls Unitarian-Universalist built structure,
I feel more sacred...

Read More

What do you call your romance

what do you call your love

the strums of pianos to essense

the harps that record the play of two doves

findin love differs the Player...what we call a big GAme....WORLD

.....oh...symbolize your volenteer...to...

Read More

Based on the famous linguist, poet Humayun Azad Sir's poem "SAB KICHU NOSHTODER ODHIKARE JABE". However, it is not an exact English translation from Bengali. Edited in different places with tense. Apologies for any mistake...

Read More

Gone I am..sure as the sea rolls over the bones of the deep
Gone is Tikvah, gone is hope, gone as so many Jewish brides
from history in the guises placed upon them by gentiles.
All who chose...

Read More

Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.

The form of the poem, the rhyme.
 Form...

Read More

(Hook) Moonlight!
Make me feel like a star,
shining bright, in the night.
"Let me know everything
is gonna be alright".
"You held me tight, held me tight 
Lord".
Gots to be my moonlight!
(Verse#1)
Shining through my darkness,
brighten up my sight.
So clear...

Read More

I went to buy an R.V.
They said all I could afford was a Lose-a Beggo.

I bought a pair of alligator shoes.
But then I started wandering off into swamps.
Finally, I had to toss them, they were
really...

Read More

Somewhere to go to beat your drum
someplace to be to sing at the top of your lungs
a way of life of politicians and gypsies alike
the church of musicology is now accepting donations
and of course every...

Read More

I was here when television wasn’t…
Movies in color were still a new thing
Cars were mostly black

I was here when jet planes weren’t…
Telephones were bulky and hung from the wall
Most every town had a railroad track

I...

Read More

they tap on the floor
                              ...

Read More

a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest...

Read More

Skagway, Alaska in the late 1890s was sure a rowdy place alright!
It was seethin' with humanity a-raisin' hell all through the day and night!
'Twas the gateway to Chilkoot Pass beyond which lay Klondike gold!
Why! ...

Read More

Boundless Blue

Born in a misty rainbow,
Blue slips out from her place
between her sisters Green and Violet,
painting the heavens azure,
covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary.
She floats into the ocean in a navy dress,
then...

Read More

Art is abstract
Art thrives with colours
Colours brighten faded coral
Colours highlight black
Black skies with silver stars
Black opal gemstones
Gemstones like amethyst
Gemstones of vivid ruby
Ruby roses and crimson thorns
Ruby as precious as emeralds
Emerald stalks of yellow daisies
Emerald and...

Read More

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Far From Here
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/1984

I live 
  far from here,
  so very far
from the hills
  where cable cars 
run:

Click click click
                       ...

Read More

Sitting striving seeping seeking salted sugary sweets. And when is a ham a melon? Never! Never! Cried the apples in the basket. Don't squash that cabbage it is actually abuse. Abusive acts from the ladle...

Read More

"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...

Read More

This is not a tale, my friends, this is as true as the truths,
Could I say, it's the pathos of, a pair of insane youths?

Aftab Poonewala, the boy; Shraddha Walkar, the girl,
Both 'lived-in' long relationships...

Read More

I sent back the Bowflex I ordered back when it failed to come with the arrows.
Ever see "Smiling Bob " with the male "enhancement" adv?  What woman would 
make love to a cadavorous plastic...

Read More

Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or a Fazioli Pianoforti
long had he craved to play them.

He was in love with grand pianos, their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.

His hands, so unmusical, his heart a natural...

Read More

"Black and white in want of each other, and not in need, inevitably;
of my following sampling's POV," ... by the Poet.

Pandas are loners, though my statement is a misconception of the simple fact of reproduction...

Read More

am I
the not I
or 
merely
imagination
un-imagined?

am I
on the wrong side
of the mirror
the crooked eight
the hard nine
the soft shell
or the torus?

as I
stare out
of the abyss
the moon
and
mankind
torture
truth 
embrace 
lies
like
snakes
and 
spiders
embrace 
death

until
even
death dies


truth 
dies

old men
grow 
soft
stones 
and dirt
surrounds
the rest

am...

Read More