Long Tubas Poems

The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze, 
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here! 

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence 
growing...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their loud screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as sunlight...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like an archeologist.

He does not have years,
But minutes
To search the ruins
For...

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Cherry trees bare of blossoms
Buds still tight in the trees
A time of pure delight
For every eye to see,

A small flag in every hand
Fresh toasted nuts at every stand
Glee from each new sight
Every child oh, so...

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She struts out of the golden elevator
like the Grand Marshall of Macy’s Thanksgiving parade
Crystal high-heels rhythmically clicking
on the gleaming marble floor
Pompadour bouffant hair
that’s styled so platinum electric
Purple Persian silk dress
accentuated by a
diamond studded heart-shaped necklace
Sashay...

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At times it gets hard to talk.
Instead of rambling about anything.
Most times I sit without saying a word.
Just sitting in thought.
Most times different conclusions are drawn.
This at all doesn't mean that anything is wrong.
Sitting in...

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invoice number twenty seventy six
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15 violins
10 Chellos
10 bassoons
10 clarinets
5 flutes
5 tubas
10 French-horns
3 bass guitars
2 (pairs) kettledrums
2 snare drums
1 bass drum
1 chimes
1 tom-tom

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6 heads of lettuce
1 quart of artichoke hearts
salad dressing
6 pounds of deli ham
3 pounds...

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Enormous eggplants peppered her Easter hat.
They were a bit heavy, but purple and exact.
However did you find them, and what fun!
The old biddies said, when they saw her in the sun.

Why thank you, she said,...

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"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this...

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Encore

Cold metal touches my lips
Breathe
Fingers extend
Breathe 
Chatter from the audience
Fills my ears
Breathe
Lights from above 
Blind me
Breathe
Baton
Moves up 
Breathe
Up 
Down
Breathe
Tempo
Dit-Dit-Dit
Breathe
Drums sneer at me
Breathe
An explosion 
Of sound 
Fills the ears
Breathe
A harmony
A symphony
Breathe
Tubas 
Low and booming
Breathe
Trombones and Trumpets
Extending...

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Plants need water; stamps need glue.
Bricks need mortar; hair: shampoo. 
Cars need gas; food needs spices.
Technogeeks need new devices.

Dogs need leashes; letters: stamps.
Folks in wheelchairs need nice ramps.
Zoos need visitors, so do shows.
Igloos wait for...

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THE FIRST INVOICE
HAD A PURCHASE FOR
12 TRUMPETS
5 TUBAS
10 FRENCH HORNS
7 CLARINETS
10 BASSOONS
8 OBOES
5 FLUTES
4 SNARE DRUMS
2 BASS DRUMS
2 KETTLEDRUMS
15 VIOLENS
5 CHELLO'S
2 TRIANGLES
1 XYLOPHONE
2 BASS GUITARS
2 ACOUSTIC GUITARS

IN THE NOTE AREA WAS A QUOTE
IT SAID
 A...

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Natures bugle call to action 
Daffodils trumpeting springs arrival  
Bluebells sprout  from hidden tubas  
Spring is playing us its  symphony   

Battling banjos played on  sunny porches  
as...

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We were there for th wind ensemble,
There was where I met you,
My senses traversed through
'          ` th geography of your body,

Then, th first song.

In th expanded...

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