Long Quartets Poems

In my town
the spiritual warriors conjoined our nature conservancy advocates,
our homeless entertainers
mystics and muses 
incarnated all the green organic dreams 
of the food righteousness brigade,

Eternal EarthDay worshipers
began pilgrimages with gardeners 
and pet-owners 
and parents,
to establish...

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Gordon Lightfoot was born on Nov. 17, 1938, in Orillia, Ca.
His first concert at Massey Hall in Toronto, encouraged by his parents,
He won a contest for boys with unmodified voices prior to turning 13.
In the early...

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"The Kingfisher" 

Easters
fast escape us
like every 
Christmas 
comes and goes
like a Graduation
where the parent
is excluded
and the lost 
prodigious progeny
eventually 
makes their quest
for an elusive
Holy Grail
buried under shale
or burnt ashes 
floating on air, where,
the breeze pushes...

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The Mermaid  Songs



Once upon a time, as school was coming to it’s yearly close.
We’d read about mermaids and their songs of Golden prose.
Now, the witch was over visiting and heard everybody’s sighs.
They so, wanted...

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Dancing Numbers

Numbers dance in space upon the wall of distant nebulae
Lower digits do the limbo under digit trees on Earth
Produce a number of rumbas in the process
Baby ones and twos run through the branches to...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with tattered threads
(from ragged clothes they’ve left in shreds),
crocheting hoods to...

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Soundscape Strata

Did Bach know to what end
his harvest of melodies-in-parallel would become?

Scholars agonize

Was creation of counterpoint
musical destiny
a hybrid fruit of beauty
knowing no boundary
bewildering those of first look
given musical staffs
voicings and manuscripts
always conformed to traditional confinement?

What...

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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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a poem
        of memory
        meditations
        of
        meaning
...

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Mistress Lana thinks she is
my Central Committee guru
sends her greetings to the downtrodden masses
she's downtrod a bit of real estate in her day
ground under her boot heel
investment swindlers and barbershop quartets
at the kaleidoscope factory
perforated by...

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...Shakespeare and his pentameter, vital after four centuries,
Cervantes and his man Sancho,
Dumas and Montecristo,
the great tales of Boccaccio,
Dicken and his fine ghosts three.

Beethoven's sonic fury still staggers even jaded minds,
Tchaikovsky made eighteen-twelve
sound utterly epic as...

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Walk through the maze in cryptic lines,
Heed tensile will in odd strange words;
Attend the craze where thoughts incline,
Bear scraps of meals in echoes heard.


All in sure time the vital space,
Garden to play with childhood dreams;
Innocence...

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As the essenes of 
Eden play lovely
quartets, a brief
interlude o' mine.

Oh. . . boisterous meadows
of entrancing enthralls
so fine.

As angels hearken
the harmonies of
our precious St. Uriel,
defiant.

The whimsy's of 
bitter attempts 
for lovely laughing 
girls, made bitter
pantomime.

Oh,...

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Tuneful preludes play on whoosh of spring wind
as flowers spread their kaleidoscopic  wings
Two quartets daze in awe while celebrating
a reunion with picnic and  ballroom dancing.
The golden showers radiate and incandesce…
Tulips and jasmine nearby...

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(BN)
to what purpose
  this heart of light
       still moving
before time
    and
      after
empty of meaning
in a turning world
bereft
   ...

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come to me your footsteps in the night
let time for us take flight grow wings
but not before it’s singed its twilight
when quartets commence to strum their strings

come drink with me and douse your lips
let’s stir...

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The sun will rise,the sun will set,
no more love will life beget;
The day will break,the moon to rise,
no more love,as this life dies;
The Summer heat,or Winter cold,
no more love will this life hold;
The Autumn fall,and...

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i won’t stay with the men
who are waiting but what for
and are hearing the thunder ringing 
of their hollow bones 
and with the women i won’t be
the woman are always somewhere out
and searching searching but...

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Freudiana

Famous poet Barclay Cruse
curent toast of New York salons
wears tinted glasses and Italian shoes
and composes doggerel for subway johns.

Acclaimed a purist by his colleagues
hard-edge painter Geoffrey Pyle
earned during Summers spent at Antibes
covert commissions from Armstrong...

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the surrounded
          the overwhelmed
in an
    unbelieving world
seeing
     vision based distinctives
vivid
   &compelling perceptions
horns craftsmen artisans
clothes
   ...

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