Long Timpani Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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I wait—

here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me   free me

here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts 
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end of a story
the potential   the inevitable
life finite ...

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VI.

We are all metric modulations
of our former selves—changing time signatures
mid-measure, learning to count
in odd meters when life refuses
to conform to 4/4 expectations
finding beauty in 7/8 existence—
the off-kilter cadence
of becoming.

The teenager tattoos pain across her skin
in...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron...

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To be a polylepis tree you gotta know 
You're a polylepis tree & this knowing 
Cements by being a polylepis tree,
Knowing between diagrammatic cracks
Fork'd already info knowing during descent.
Mud run through alpine meadow. Rubberized 
Crunch...

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I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath,
making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase
which makes my faults no less dismal than death.
Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am...

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On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple...

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In the dimmed theater, the stage is set
not for a play though, yet a performance 
one of baton, brass, notes, timpani 
the performance I have waited for has come

As the stage lights grow brighter like...

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After the Occupational Therapist told me I’d never walk again (see my poem “What She Said”); I was in shock, but my being turned to my ballet days to recall when my legs were strong...

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I stand, waiting, out of the dappled sun light.
Listening to the hollow timpani that is my 
stomach, the adrenalin coursing 
through my chest, telling me 'its time'

My neuronal switch 'clicks'. I am no longer
inert, I...

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Every time I get happy
the Nana-Hex 
comes through.
A dog's canines 
change into chainsaws,
toothpicks turn into knives,
coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges,
a sandcastle into a mausoleum,
a soldier-ant burrows deeper
into my borrowed grave,
reveille trumpets tap 
a tip-toed...

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“Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever 
  penetrated into the ear of man or woman.”          Quote: E. M. Forster 
"...

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1. Betrayal builds up with great energy
winning my man
comes with a heavy bill of cost.
The third, trying to make us two unhitched
brings out thunderous evil from a Timpani
coveting from a loved one
makes her a dipsomaniac
and...

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take refuge in the blues

when the sadness comes without permission

the minor chords, the slow repetition, the cigarette voice,

the dank barely lit bars & the pain drawn out through the synergy of

it all.

 

take refuge in...

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Bold navy as dark and pure as the cold frosty night.
Chilled season’s symphony opens with eight notes come what might.
Short blast followed by long note repeated short followed by long.
Thunder has begun it’s familiar fifth...

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As I stand atop the crest of the hill, its bosom round and full,
I gaze upon the lazy valley sprawling before me.
In the distance at the base of the misty, blue mountains
the Loblolly pines play...

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The End of Time


The passing time in a stillness of passage
Blown soft with wanting
Furlongs in the corridors of sighs

Are dreams of mine
Left unsleeping
Repeating the hail of trumpeted cries

Another time
Touched by the paraded flowers
Of promises
To pick...

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Dance of the Spheres

As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way
The music of Heaven’s spheres vibrates harmonies -
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.

With solar breezes astral tarantellas...

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How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my...

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everything sounds better 
through headphones---
every succulent morsel of music
drips from the wires lodged in the ears or
packed tight against the head,
sometimes completely encapsulating our ears,
hell, boxing our whole heads into 
our own personal listening studio
everywhere...

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what I wouldnt do to get you in my clutches, crack a couple eggs, break my own legs to smoke a dutch with my duchess, through hazards ready to duke, Ill puke up a ruckus,...

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With one precise wave of the baton
the Oboe starts playing a single melody
beautiful notes flowing upwards, fluttering downwards
reverently renders on the last note
well-balanced diaphragm for soft and loud tunes
before the final note disappears into the...

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“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- 
                   ...

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