Long Virtuoso(a) 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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Translation of David Broza's " ! Ay Amor ! Que seria de mi ! " by T. Wignesan

( I'm not certain if this' s the original title of the lyrics composed by Eitan Nahmias GLASS....

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A boy and board in Brooklyn
bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles
bemused with a belligerent brain beauty
and befriended by battlefield bravado, 
the chessmen championed his ego
wickedly warring to a visionary's voodoo,
those soldiers of black and...

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1. A constant smile is the alabaster
for struggle’s ornaments be made faster
average looks with a smile can be labial
its absence points to problems so filial,
may not keep the wolf away from the door
or deliver salvation...

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Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Rumi

My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined...

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All my life I had loved music, and rapturous harmonies thrilled my soul,
As the sound of a wild driving beat, causes eager feet to take control.

As a longtime concert pianist, I'd been fortunate to follow...

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As the midnight
  sun cries sweet honey,  
the mourning moon
 croons caramelized deceit,  
like toffee-speckled leaves,  
whistling bewitching myths,  
seducing silenced silhouettes,  
engrossed in tangerine temptations,  
and mundane...

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Faulkner's comment, I imagine him
tossing it off like Yogi Berra between games
of a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuoso
has no real control, is going to feel
unmitigated, unsparing forces, a mighty sun
swallowed by a black...

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Working over Birk’s Works and other tunes my saxophonist admires—
Cheesecake, Blackbird—for the theoretical, applied mathematics
inside an abstract, audial harmonization of the Big Bang and The Fall.

The derivative reveals the slope of the tangent along the...

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love is undefinable

it is an illusion

that impregnates the heart

people blurt out and say

i have found love

get real...

whats the colour?

how heavy is it?

its a million dollar question

why wont you say you have found love?

i ask?

you see...

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FIFA: Beyond Greatness
The United Woke States of America

Make America, Again Great!
   But... it was never great... 
      the woke berate.

Women's sports are great, "they" reported.
   But,...

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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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As I fall asleep the delicate icy fingers legato                          ...

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The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously?
Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy
Awkward, little mime...

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With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear

 Virtuoso Maestro unleash 
       a Composition Grandioso
...

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A few things you should know about the things I love
like the magic of watching asteroids above
the fact that I was born on Easter Day
the joy of buying a summertime bouquet

off-hours where I quietly sit...

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Mary was the poetess
who loved handsome Franco, 
the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader;
and in Naples they met:
at The Galleria Umberto,
under the surveillance of my father...  


Mary was barely eigtheen,
and writing was her only passion;
even her...

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I always said expectations will be the death of both of us 
I made this bed and now I'm lying in it 
But I was lying when I said the nails were gone, cause they...

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Somehow he was made to feel the culprit
for the sins of all house trained mammalians
the breath he drew apparently criminalized
eventually concluding that 90% of the obstacle course
was the low hanging fruits of bland insanity
designed by...

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Former champions (World Heavyweight and Tag Team champions)
were managed by manager Solfege Virtuoso. Trying to regain
their now lossed titles
the manger withdrew them from contention
and disallowed their return match clauses.
He fired them and replaced them with...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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And then, 
As he did everyday,
He woke up from a deep sleep. 
He greeted the day with the same care
That he had laid himself down to sleep,
When he bid the day goodbye the night before....

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Tuesday, 12:00 am

Tonight t'was the stars
I'll cascade a memorizing moon
Glimmering sanctified silence 
along with 
trickling twilight for 
iconoclast ink, 
the serpentine key to 
sacred myrrh melodies
of my heirloom heart~
O glamorous specs of
citrine care to each
unravelling...

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FIXATION	

There was music    of course
Not the usual sort of girl    at least in my fixated estimation
Jump rope
“Winnie the Pooh”
Teddy bear
These survivors unto high school and through
Rather a “flower child’...

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in the 8th year of King Tony's reign in Italy there was a summons for his fleet
villagers inquired to be seperate among the lively customs of the day rest assured
King Tony was an Italian virtuoso...

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