Long Rosin Poems

Photosynthesis the Rosin,
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Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep...

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Nomadic tribes traveling along forgotten
Mountain passes.
A village built upon wooden wagon wheels.
A homeless nation searching for a homeland
That no longer exists.
People cast asunder at the four winds mercy,
Without roots safety line.
Cultural diversity an unexceptionable social,...

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Hanks of horse tail
Fractured hair
Slipping pegs    and
Rosin dust

Memories of these tunes
I used to play as a kid
Hadn't heard them in many years
One page each    or
Half-a-page
In this book with a...

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I woke up this morning, 
Believe me, I was ready to play.
For those of you 
Who are unaware 
Today's a gargantuan day.
Electrifying excitement 
Alive and in the air. 
There's nothing else quite like it
For anyone...

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i mistake the divine
as i tend
to worship your tune
let the music define
and then rend
what is left of me

tilt your neck against mine
do pretend 
i'm all yours to wound
it's your touch on my spine
that may bend
all...

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There was a dancer in an old hall,
Who came everyday without fail,
She elegantly sway in the silence of it all,
Her dress ever flowing like a ship in sail,

A deep yearning exuberate from each step,
Such loneliness...

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I went for a morning stroll
I had a decision to make
A road to choose
I knew where I was heading
French bread and rosin bun
I took the high road first
I went the low road home
Road choice still...

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An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber...

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the darkness falls...the winter night
and I'm afraid....my love's not right

you squall around the cabin doors,
you seep through rosin in the floors,

cold ,so cold you have become,
it seems your heart has frozen numb
come thaw the ice...

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Someone playing a concrete violin
with a jackhammer
on a midnight sidewalk,
street lights gawk,
flickering fascination,
tuning keys locked,
rosin swipes declined

chalks marks hold hop scotch trinkets
tossed into the numbered squares,
pawned now for a glass of chardonnay
and a plate of...

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“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.”

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