Long Tympanic Poems

FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key)

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright...

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Galactic Strings or Void of Space?

A poem’s akin to a necklace, one fashioned
of water-worn pebbles (from rarest of realms),
stone cold truths tumble-polished, love’s chord weaves together.
Do fossilized beads left behind in Life’s wake
spark faint hint...

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The Limerick, Pennsylvania Nuclear power plant siren wailed

yesterday at 1400 hours December the fourth
and probably broadcast further
east, west, south and north.

That shrill ear-piercing
emitted sound quite painful
despite measurable diminution
regarding my audiological ability,
which loss of hearing
linkedin to...

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1.
God, how I hate (when I can't go to sleep),
HATE the feeling sleep never will come.
In moments like this, I wonder if my death
Might be a lover with real potential,
Though the possibility of soul being...

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The thing that went...

The first thing that went wrong - 
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.

The second thing that went wrong
was...

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I had by no means celebrated Christmas in the past with such love
                  Until thy lord presented thee...

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It was a shock 
Even though I didn’t check the clock
That colorful approach blew my mind
Cause it was seldom to find

Prior to this time, panted my heart 
like never before
My system shook in search of...

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Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
 By better borne behests become best Causes ?
  Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
   Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever...

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There is not a day
     
   Not a day goes by that storm cloud do not accumulate, gather in the deep recesses of my throat, and choke off my...

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Late spring  
	and the opening gasps 
	of summer’s blazing promise 
	bring whirling dark clouds, 
	horizontal rain, 
	fierce weather, 
	warning horns, 
	my blackness, 
	horizontality, 
	downright mean melancholy,
	and warning signs
	worthy of attention.

	I much prefer lazy storms...

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My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. 

whispering birds through wind and light rain
no drama of...

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Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
 Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
  Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.

Measured tempos of rhythms search...

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I watched the sun introduce this day of spring
The way a violin might introduce
The opening movement of a concerto –
It rose slowly, softly,
And kept rising until it was fully present.
Melting icicles, clinging tenaciously
To budding pine...

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Golden Disks and Whale Clicks

mind song riffs
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani 
drums of black thunder
percuss 
then the sky opens

a luminous landing 
off gasses 	from the heat shield 
rainbow across a spectrum of light

Cam’s Glieseian tongue...

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A true friend is a priceless gift.
Never dominates you
But an important part in you.
Unlike others who can falsely define you
A true friend will try to refine you.
When the rest see you as a perfect nobody
He...

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mind song riffs
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani 
drums of black thunder
percuss 
then the sky opens

a luminous landing 
off gasses 	from the heat shield 
rainbow across a spectrum of light

Cam’s Glieseian tongue flew over the 
surface...

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BELLS

I.

Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.

And Winter parades its magic —
the pure white snow purling gold.
Morgans’ shiver and shake chromatic.
Enchantment’s carol —...

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If we are to discover what is out there
we must board the Holy Ghost,
cleave the winds of time
into gods and tridents,
count the star clusters within us.

Under seeking skulls: those white domes,
antique tripods brace themselves,
their quaint...

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SLOW MOVEMENT

Move out from tall trees - to wider scene now
Tympanic rhythm - andante theme
As footsteps beat on - path of the Ash beam
In diverse prospect - wet levels gleam
Look to the surface - life...

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You will say something mundane
then a sudden potency
will scratch my skin.

I mention an ordinary thing
and you show me where 
my words
are fine silk or a brief abrasion.

An invisible tissue
connects a common language
into questing passions.

I imagine...

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SILENCE

Articulations bound by another’s place.
Maw silenced, no expressions from this face.
Inarticulate, the lingna moves not for Beauty.
Vocal cords caught, a voice sought.
Yet no lyrical, poetic vibrations projected.
Pinna, tympanic membrane never again to be affected?
Silences, preponderates...

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Poesy and song are all about
     rhythm and flow, and tunes and tones; 
how every rise and fall throughout
     make melody within the zones   ...

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Lord it’s hard to write today
Filled with so much ennui
More and more it seems to me
Infected by this lethargy 
It’s not as though I have nothing to say
More like why bother…anyway
The slippery slope with no...

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You will say something unexpected,
a sudden potency
will bruise my blood.

I mention an ordinary thing
and you show me
how my words are clouds 
beneath your skin.

An invisible tissue
connects our common language.

I imagine the tympanic bones
of our ears...

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You will say something mundane
and a sudden potency
will scratch my skin.

I mention an ordinary thing
and you show me where 
my words are smooth satin 
or an abrasion.

An invisible tissue
connects our common language,
mutual conjunctions translate
nuance and...

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