Long Quavers Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Their rending cries, when all is still, reecho in the moonlight;
They lie about in fitful slumber on the ground at noonlight,
Their virgin hair spread in the dust; for nothing really matters:
Who then will see their...

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When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he...

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A bird that dips and wavers
Over lone waters round,
Then with a cry that quavers
Is gone—a spectral sound.
— Cale Young Rice

Sopping wet, the organ floats,
flounders in one of several boats,

severed from the blue-green sea,
nevermore to scurry...

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Mama Matron Kudos to you 
Aunty Nurse thanks a lot
But you heard my cry 
Where you were laid fairly dead
And I could hear your voice
Where I was making noise
You kept asking 
Where is my baby?
All...

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This is midnight, all slept indeed,
  The factory bells do chime,
Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise
  From yonder darkling clime.
No one is there, two faint lamps glare,
  Who rang the rusty bell?
It...

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Her spouse wise or unwise, who can tell. Does he dream in midnight hues? Oh why doesn’t he wake up, or at least spit out that last sleeping pill. He might choke on it. The...

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sometimes the snow falls in sheets of white, 
a blanket of excited kisses, playful - 
fleeting
dampening your thoughts
racing your heart

and sometimes, the snow
falling in sheets of white
brings waves of brittle stings, sharp reminders
memories in the...

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Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr,
Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning;
Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic,
Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whisper.

Every note—an echo of humanity's vibration,
From flamenco's fire to the...

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Freak us together,
In beauty and love to cast,
Life time of longing,
Moments to cherish and burn;

Know it for freedom,
Our love wants us to be one, 
Truths in sensation,
A joy we can feel to learn;

Link me to...

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Tunefully

                   
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Upon the stillness of Big Sur clouds
High atop the silent summits 
My solitude lies with sages
In this place of heaven
Endeared
To come to peace 
In the ruins of the moon

Laying my body to rest
My eyes have...

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Ludwig Leichart

This perplexing country,
(such an under statement),
where rivers run upside down,
marbles are strewn by the Devil
and Songlines
etched in memory are
sung by those few who know.
Seeking Victoria, 
the blazed trees could not help,
the Prussian collapsed, looking...

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I sit and wait. I was here yesterday. 
Sitting. Waiting. 
Dead air. Bereft of sound

Suddenly, faculty for perceiving sound 
is returned, and loud blown is the Gjallar
horn as Heimdallr guides my pen and 
all in...

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Mother bartered me to an Englishman.
His tribe made televisions.
In those days
televisions were wooden vehicles
crafted out of electric fans
and the spare parts of flying saucers.
Later he became an overseer
of sparky factory hands.
Once while waiting outside for...

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Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
shrunken and fragile the form
that long was brimful of vigor
and a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
through a door that I do not know;
the colors...

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In field of emotions, a fire-storm has grown,
Seeds of rebellion aflame and wind-borne are sown.
Creating chaotic scenes, burned by spirit's flame,
Fomented fervor, a revolutionary game.

Fomented hearts, with courage compromised are made lame,
Unyielding on purpose, foments...

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While  looking  far beyond misty gale
until convulsion of night quavers--
just remember,  in spite  drizzles
new morning salves torment:
I watch those gentle eyes roam
against  a skeletal  frame--
yet, lightness around you glows
more...

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/I\
~a branch
snuggles  it tight,
messing ivory ringlets
while beneath the orchard,
grayish cones on  iced moonlight rips.
Winter now bears her dry  skin, as children 
romp around a frozen trunk with boughs gleaming
like crystal tassels. Nippy...

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The garrulous, Greek grape gatherers,
Joined joyously with jocund japes,
The olive pickers and Ostrich plucker’s,
Celebrating the seasons success in song.

The querulous quiver of musical quavers,
From a quorum of quality wine quaffer’s
Reverberated robustly round the room,
And resonated...

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Butterflies of quavers and trebles and clefs, 
Flutter all over her breast,
Creating a gentle, melodious hum, 
Whenever she’s completely undressed,

Filling the room with a shade of her soul, 
Becoming a beautiful dance,
A dance that sways...

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TORPEDOS’ NAPALM

T remors shocked the penguins of the Arctic Circle.
O rbital the water lobbed in the ocean.
R otating in a circumnavigating format
P enguins dangled high in the air.
E stablishing that quavers do manifest in cold...

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indescribable,
untranscribable ~ 
imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume
spiraled me into a quandary
of dirty laundry, penance,
no superintendents in attendance

I come from ragged boys, no poise,
just noise ~ a quiver of quavers,
no saviors of silence,
but if some sap...

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These words I write rest, riff, repeat half and whole notes within.
It vibratos, quavers, and resonants in your noggin.
Strumming soberly on my-six standard 
snapped, worn and improvised heart strings.
Chords tuned over life’s onerous tread
Tightened and...

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