Long Saxophone Poems

One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was...

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"Seeds"



Blue reaches reflections
touching ripples 
tears in time ephemeral
caresses fragrant Green my canopy

opens the light
inside me 

cracked eggshell 
golden-yoked sunshine
pale turquoise kintsugi
splintered paths inside my mind

in the smallness
of me 
something 
quietly blooms 

ragged yet refined
a gecko...

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There once was a piano that wanted to be
Anything other than of white, black keys
She loved her parents and her fabulous family
But she lacked love for self and her maroon melody

She asked the trumpet so...

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Two fine films: The Lost City and Blood Diamond.
I joined Blood Diamond during a village massacre
and said to my wife A gun in every home.
Those devils would think twice
before razing the village and seizing the...

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I cannot express orally, how and how much,
I am unable to say its source and its flow;
Is it from a human or it has divine touch?
Sometimes it is fiercely fast, and other times slow;
Why it's...

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"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous pond
the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing

mute reviews...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with...

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Sweet and sassy me
I am on the floor,
  won't you come baby, come.

I love to tease, I love to kiss.
   Hush... hush... 
I love to tease, I love to please.
  ...

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When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be when we had grown up?

How Susie said she wanted to...

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No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything,
And we do not lack time,
But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say,
Like a saxophone solo in a New York club,

To...

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I stood and cried in The Magazine Bus,
Deep in New Orleans, in the city rush, 
as it plowed and choked along
like a curved-back dinosaur
wheezing through the swampy ways, 
rattling electric wires in a maze
of strangling...

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"death by dreaming"


it seems it
was "I'm Only
Sleeping" was
playing from
a neighbor's
window

when

though he wasn't
a salesman Death
came knocking
at his door
seems

He didn't come
to see about the
shrubs yet it was
growing closer
to the closing
of October

when

the no he wasn't
Willie Loman was
caught coughing
while...

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NYC nior in black and white

NYC nior in black and white 

Dark landscapes 1957 NYC 
of automats radio city and hotdog stands 
memories of things past 

Take us back to lucid dreams of light and...

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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan

(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro 
Duque Amusco – not...

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Her Cheekbones, smooth as  pebbles 
Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately
Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived
Weighing like soaked white carpets
Beneath flea market stands
She Is Beautiful, she is...

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I was in the coffee house, sipping from that old cup.
I was in New York; winter had never felt so cold,
Yet fitting for such a cold hearted city as this
It was at mid-night, just me...

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The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious...

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STARBUCKS AND COOKIE

I sit in Barnes and Noble
Looking at the figure-display over the snack bar
Oh how out-of-place    in time    they look
Twain
Shaw
Hardy
Dickinson
Hemingway
Have read them all
Out of time
The artist has caught...

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Good morning Poison Squirrels,
Today I am going to address your bowel problems

My class groans.
We don’t like to think about them.
We are teens.

Your mouth chews up food, right? Asks Mr. Lee.
Our science teacher is way too...

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Maybe I was meant to be alone
Just me and my saxophone
Playing wasteful nights away
Practicing all those notes everyday.
Staying home and thinking
About all the fun I’m missing
Having to study for some useless knowledge
All because I need...

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Comrades,do you know the significance of number nine? It's a divine number says hindu mythology                    ...

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Lady of the Blue

Blue, the color of cool, the choice of my description of her aura.
She's of a smooth mannerism, eloquent conversation, you could easily be enveloped in her circumference. There's a mood change in...

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My Life is a song sung in a 
series of repetitive inferior notes.
I’m unable to record mellow melodies, 
as my violin strings continually play 
with reckless violet villains. 
As I sit and replay recitals of...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in a ballad of somber sorrows,
I floated like a ballet dancer
in...

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