Long Steinway Poems

I would like to tell you folks about the biggest deal I’ve ever had the chance to make and how it all went down.
I owned a small antique shop, where I bought and sold old...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 2

act three

in the third act delirious 
the laws of physics etc.
he coughs...

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FULL HOUSE

“Full house,”   she said     “Every seat’s taken
There’s an excitement out there!” she said
All he saw was the empty stage
         ...

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‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’

Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike

Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or Attention Deficit Disorder

But...

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Springtime is upon us,
And I'm perched upon a tree,
I would truly love to write
But there's nothing I can see, 
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden.......sorry wrong poem.
When all at once...

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I pound the pillow, curse the clock and mock injunctions to rest.

The sun finally rises and its rays slantwise fall through the curtains as I dry my hair.

A meal, like a forced dose, we soak...

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Have you heard about my renowned uncle, Gladys
Who by sexual makeup had an Aunt’s status.

Well, he or she, you can use whatever you want;
Like I just said, this uncle is loosely an aunt.

Anyways, she had...

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Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or a Fazioli Pianoforti
long had he craved to play them.

He was in love with grand pianos, their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.

His hands, so unmusical, his heart a natural...

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On the curb of the alley she sat
Admiring the old Steinway
Noticing the worn finish and eyes focused on the ivory keys 
For years she played in the symphony
Bringing an ethereal quality to each masterpiece
She walked...

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Hands down, perhaps a more sapien trait
than most of the usual attributions of
what it is, that distinguishes humans.
I listen to a prime example of Sondheim
samples on a Steinway & Sons eighty-eight.

Balancing between enchantment and amazement
contemplating...

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I'm on a roll, I just can't help myself
there's ads to the left 'n' ads to the right
there's ladies cooing "buy it" for health
I'm filling my cart with goods of delight

There's clothing in a myriad...

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Chateau Pl

A sleep walk guided by reflections
Although somethings were real
Not the front entry way
Or the stair case
Or the garage for that matter
Scrubbed and alcohol swabbed shoes
Eating off those would've been though
Pee sitting down!
And cologne must...

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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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My late father 
    played gorgeous music 
on his Steinway 
Debussy, Ravel, Beethoven 
    along with his own compositions
He set eight of my poems to music 
  ...

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Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli,
even an archaic Pianoforti,
long had he craved to play them all.
He was in love with their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.

He loves the sensuality of maple and spruce,
those...

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Mistress lost in the night...
Searching but never finding just a mistress in the night...crying one's 
self to sleep...

The mistress everyone envy's 
free to love, be loved with no limits, no conscious of awareness nor concern.

"Mistress"
Yeah...

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the dining hall is half empty
because it is friday - shabbat
and good jews light candles at home
not such a good jew i am out
with my female friend both of us
dressed for the late winter evening

conversation...

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I am attracted by
Virtuous notes
A capable sound
From a Steinway & Sons grand piano

A mighty orchestra
Unknown melodies
A child prodigy at the keyboard
A Gift of Peace

The hammer that strikes golden strings
Of a grand piano.
Bravo. Hurrah.
A Laurel, a...

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Outside the frigid air 
blows in from the East
  Inside I flip on my radio 
and hear a monologue 
  Tomorrow a snowstorm 
will arrive 
  Feeling tired, I lay down on
my...

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My father 
   died 4 years ago 
           He was a 
fine pianist
   and the music of Debussy 
  ...

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Seated at the piano
         my father played 
     his composisitions - which were my poetry set 
to music 
  He played on...

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