If those halls in that place
I called home at the start,
that particular smell that ached
right along with muffled choir
vocals and pipe organ music,
equally mystical and subdued
like soft rains at Summer’s end-
If they are as potent
as the motion I’m making
at the now, the one
now past quickly by,
what is it then to stare
into things that are always
echoing. Clinging to dreams
of locating patterns.
You can only listen.
Categories:
pipe organ, time,
Form: Free verse
Long nights
transcribe me into a clacking music.
Harpsichord bones and broken keys,
nailed to an out of time tune.
A somnambulant self-winding
pipe-organ, whistles
as it pushes moments around
as if time could be saved
for later use.
A mind-locked keyboard
is stuck in the middle
of a revolving thought.
I lay down in the back row
of a horn belching bedlam;
wave weary hands at the ceiling
conducting curse words
in the dark.
Categories:
pipe organ, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A beautiful cathedral of glory
Deep within the heart of Paris is found.
It has become a place of world renowned,
And has a rich cultural history.
It all began in the twelfth century,
When a cornerstone was placed on the ground.
As the building blocks continued to mound,
The workers grew increasingly weary.
After several more decades had passed,
The cathedral stood tall, mighty and vast.
Its stained glass rose windows filled it with light
Every Sunday as the townspeople prayed.
People found peace as the pipe organ played,
And the cross upon the altar shined bright.
Categories:
pipe organ, christian, french, history, peace,
Form: Sonnet
Prevent From Doings Things Bad
From doing things bad we should prevent,
Them being sure to obtain God's consent;
Rules read;
Prayers said,
And now we understand what He meant.
Jim Horn
Barbara Bush ceremony was something else.
Incredible pipe organ.
Categories:
pipe organ, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Reality has escaped me as I sit in this dark room
The space that you used to occupy so fully.
Cold, sterile walls stare back at me
Ticking clocks go unnoticed as my mind is swept
Away, like your short-lived life.
Eyes closed
I hear the sweet lilt of your voice
See your angelic curls,
Curiosity in your light blue eyes,
Scuffed knees, busy hands.
Lights flicker
and there you are
All dressed up in your tux and ready for prom
Cane in hand and ready to dance.
Pipe organ chimes
There you are with your family
1 boy, 1 girl
One on the way.
Smiling, laughing
Full of life.
A lovely little daydream
of things
Not
Meant
To
Be.
Categories:
pipe organ, bereavement, grief,
Form: Free verse
The music was somber and slow,
an old, out of tune pipe organ.
The lights were dim, and flickered,
the air heavy against my lungs.
My slow steps are silent, muffled
by the tear stained, worn out carpet.
It was just the two of us there,
standing on either side of the room.
Your eyes remain downcast, angry,
while mine burn stinging red.
We sit down, a suitable distance,
and fear speaking the first word,
for once we begin, it's the end.
"We are gathered here today", at last,
and so you stand, hands cradled
around a well worn box of memories.
I watch you stride to the front
and place the box in the coffin.
You stand back, still looking away,
and then it's my turn, at last.
My box is falling apart, duct taped,
and stuffed to nearly overflowing.
Gently, down beside yours, it lies,
and then we're nearly through.
The lagging music continues to play,
and as my heart begins to break,
we both leave the darkened room.
And that was the funeral of our
friendship.
Categories:
pipe organ, friendship, funeral, goodbye, leaving,
Form: Blank verse
A KISS (3 Tanka)
it was just a kiss
two kids on a carousel
pipe organ playing
ups downs around and around
a kiss I cannot forget
we kissed at midnight
christmas eve and mistletoe
good friends surrounding
i had dreamt of such a kiss
all through high school and beyond
we kissed then she laughed
i knew it was innocent
married both of us
but what a surprise i had
she had dreamt the same as I
Categories:
pipe organ, girlfriend-boyfriendkiss, high school,
Form: Tanka
Gabriel groaning:
" Another Godzilla flick!" ( 3 second delay on sound track.)
Almighty critic. ( Cue theme music and metallic pipe organ roar.)
Categories:
pipe organ, animals, fantasy, funny, nostalgia,
Form: Senryu
That Hammond B3 can spit and growl,
Any other organ will throw in the towel...
Add a nice Rhodes piano to the mix,
And you have a sound that you'll never need to fix
Ah, a chance at a pipe organ would be ecstasy,
And likely the highlight of my life,
But a hot jam with good musicians,
Is more orgasmic than the most beautiful a wife.
Categories:
pipe organ, life, music, passion,
Form: Bio
My favorite dream,
Not so ordinary, I guess,
Not sex, wealth, fame,love...
Not seeing long missing ones,
Not vengence, not pride,
Just simply bona fide,
Getting my hands,
On a grand cathedral
pipe organ
I've had this dream often,
Give me 5 or 6 manuals (keyboards),
Leave me some snack food,
And leave, shut the door,
And I will explore the music
I so adore.....
I'll sleep on a pew,
If it's all the same to you,
But 90% of my time
Will be at that console,
Improvising till in the bench,
I will wear through a hole,
Don't need no frigg'en audience,
Don't need no recording device,
Just let me play on
And to my own joy, let it suffice
The mighty roar of pipes,
Fill the universe,
It will be glorious,
And not a curse...
Oh, what ecstacy!!
Can you just see me?!?!
I just hope, with all those keyboards,
I have both in the same key!!
Categories:
pipe organ, happiness, inspirational, passion, me,
Form: Ballade
a spider can descend on you
at any time...at any place...
on your foot...or in your face...
it could be clean...or dirty...
but in any case...
life could be good...
or a poorly run race...
it doesn't really matter
dressed in rags
or dressed in lace
the spider can come,
and in that case...
you might have sprayed....
around with Insect-Mace...
you might have smashed him
with a quick enough pace...
but even in your bed,
your very special place
clean and warm...
and full of cozy grace...
if spider comes...and
he's of a race...
rancid with spider poison
and lack of concern
about you and your case
your a_s is gonna be kicked
into a nasty place...
you'll wish your enemy...
would, instead..
be the one who'd have it to face...
now Sunday choir
now streams of religious grace...
now crying mourners moans...
weeping...
tears run down their face...
church pipe organ groans so sadly
no time for sense to chase...
fate has struck,
once more...
and shown its unkind face...
your fate was truely sealed
and the spider's won this race.
Categories:
pipe organ, allegory, life, nature,
Form: Ballad