Long Pizzicato Poems

              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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Chromatic
Voglio chetu sia mio
Ibi locutus sum
J 'espere que je ne le
regretterai pas
Na ia jeg takkle meg
selv
Daar is geen skeuring 
tussen jou en my nie
Es un honored haberna 
sentido asi
Jeg vil gifte meg med 
deg: Ja...

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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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Aqueous humor: she said of the buddahs hands that were
placed upon the table. Macula, and marvelous! A specticail
appealing to the eyes. Yards and Yards of lemongrass, and
beautiful bounties of Buddhas hands, the booty and prize...

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1) Agronomy- the science of pissing me off.
2) Ahab- acknowledging that you own something.
3) Acetone- the sound made by one "passing gas".
4) Acquaint- Not an underwater swimming device.
5) Acrostic- A very angry blood sucking insect.
6)...

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On Tour


To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping merrily from a bluff
Like a babe in earth's womb, I...

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Music in the distance lets us know there is always hope

Thinking of a new dawn we slip into a sweet reverie

A darkening sky signals rainfall

Yet though a storm is brewing, we continue with our quest

It...

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Matilda the peregrine Chanticleer
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As if she stretched
both sides of her smile
in pizzicato,
then lets go...
Each note ascends,
circles her head
like a halo.
Cascading strings
send shivers through clouds.
‘Nine’ giggles —
the proverbial 
cumulus-
   humulus.
The harpist angel
weaves her fingers
in ancient frolic.
The instrument,
rocks...

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Call it what you will, my friend, 
This glowing exhilaration inside my heart 
Plucking the pizzicato strings of myself 
Exploding, making me feel, oh so, insatiably happy 
To be alive! ...  
  ...

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