Long Solemness Poems

Everyone is so quiet
Up to this point Maestro S_______ has conducted Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis
    magnificently!
But!    At this point S___________ seems nervous
And     with good reason
The next...

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From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash,
I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions,
 as they wander every ink shade hue  pathway.
bag lady street hail loner, 
water colour lachrymose plight,
 across the spillway nights-cape,
cul-de-sac of shadow flitting,
...

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Before I knew what, who, why, where.
It left me here with this blank stare.
The worlds been turning faster than I could spin.
Looking for love turned outside in.

The shades of grey begin to fade.
When years go...

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Peace and war came colliding.
Our joy comes with sorrow.
These days we would struggle for your arising.
Lies covered our mouths with you in burrow.
So long,mother truth.

The clash if the Titans.
Your fighters have succeeded victory.
Your name is...

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Flourished Fragments

A solemness writhed gently and claimed me,
As an exposed album conceived in years,
Suspended in time, with light dust debris,
For musing eyes glide fingers while mind clears.

As an exposed album conceived in years,
Braves new looks,...

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Lavish in the glorious privilege of being,
indulging in the incessant buffet of creation's sensuous               
  pleasures.
Venture across seas of curiosity,...

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Inside a temple Jean sits quietly,
clothed in radiant white from head to feet,
soft pale hands and a Bible on one knee;
a smile she beams on each who take a seat.
Within the room is finest polished...

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In a temple Floria I see,
Clothed in radiant white from head to feet,
Soft pale hands and Bible on one knee;
Her smile beams on each who take a seat.
Within the room is finest polished wood;
All is...

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without a word  I inquired of you
to allow me a quick hug to see me 
though
So nicely my pixel head nestled upon 
your pixel chest of which I 
stood back from after a pause...

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Darest Vicar,
Hearers were surprised to hear:
“I am glad to address this rally” –
Would our Cape-bred peacock consent
To perch on these foiled hill-top trees?

Darest V.C.,
It was this faked feast 
That held our souls surfeit
That held our...

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