Short Vienna Poems

Between tastes and sips
        noble Vienna café
          Freud scanned Sigmunds.....

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Strauss waltz in the air
Tales from Vienna Woods
A curled leafs Improv...

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Strauss waltz in the air
Tales from Vienna Woods
A swirling leafs Impromptu...

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I sit her in a fog,
Trying to continue blog,
And I feel like a cob,
Sitting her in this fog....

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Franz Petrer Schubert of Vienna
had little success with genre opera
Theatre&orchestra was more up his street
with his songs few can compete...

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Gold plated is Kilmt's'Der Kuss'*
with Gustav rated an artistic 'plus'
in the style Vienna Secession
a vauableb painting so full of passion

...

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A collaboration by me an Vie,
                                                   soon you'll see.





Coming soon: (THE END)a collaboration by Elliott Bowe & Vienna Bombardieri...

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as Vienna say's
 kick out the very doubt,
till it does cease to be,
when faith is strong ,
keep right along,
till doubt does set you free... 
thanks Gail..

Don Johnson...

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Night skies sighted one brilliant star afar.
Love arrives, to change people's lives.
Heavenly seraph play, throughout the day.

12/6/2018


Dedicated to Vienna Bombardieri...

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In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guity of famous folly...

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In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guilty of famous folly...

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This Canadian lady’s name is Vienna.
It’s the same as the largest town in Austria.
Where she comes from up north,
her writings are brought forth.
They are among the best in North America.
...

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the friends we make,
improves the ache,
and sets the spirit free,
sweetest friends,
 right here do make,
this ole fools, contentment see...

great verse Vienna Bombardieiri
'Setting Sail With Gail'

Don...

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R Read about your gratitude in Your Day Vie
O Once again, cyber- monsters ate my wish 
S Still, where's there's a will, a way to blessings
E Eternal remain in Jesus; we KNOW Him, He will Love You and add to thy contentment. Anil...

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Haven't toured Paris
    Never stopped in Rome
  Vienna doesn't interest me
    I'd rather just stay home

  I can gaze at Mars from here
    or look up at the Moon
  Imagine Saturn's dazzling rings 
    Aw, hell, I think I'll join you soon...

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Them L.A birds had squeaky voices,
of a higher pitch than Aussie sources...
ours just go ARRRRRRK
ole Crows so dressed in dark,
our birds show no remorse:)
black listed still of course.... 

Thanks vienna bombardieri...

"The Mystical Crow"

Don...

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A black hand.
A shot fires out.
Blood on the floor.
The spark of the great war.

Bang! One in the neck.
Bang! One in the abdomen.
Bang! The trenches are death.


"Our shadows will be walking through Vienna, strolling through the court, frightening lords."...

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The roaster woke me up 
Today
I sprang up with bold face
And smiled
For it was dawn
I left a prayer by the bed
In haste to catch the train 
And hoped the man
In the moon finds my petition
I told him to bless
You and you and you!

Dedicated to: mummy Vienna Bombardieri...

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we come and we go, 
we live an we die,
different overcoats worn out, 
by n by, 
you think its all done, 
one death and bye bye,
but no we return, 
cos the spirits don't lie,
return and return,
like the sweet butterfly...

thank you Vienna Bombardieri....

Don...

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There is a lady
In my Soups,
She writes poetry
As she stoops
To think about philosophy
Or talk about life's mystery.
And everytime I read her songs,
I must use the dictionnary
To understand the rights and wrongs
Of her deep dip-in poetry:

I sent her back
A bomb attack !...

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of lily pads and sweetest joy,
if only i was your's again,
to be with you like turtledoves,
where once we walked together,
friends n mates forever,
back there we moved as one,
i laughed basked in the sun,
of thee thou altogether... 

of Vienna Bombardieri's
'Soliloquy'
Don...

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I kept calling him Ron instead of Don
As I wondered why his eyes never shone
Then he accidentally called me Elaine 
Instead of Vie and I went insane,   
 
Me brain me braine, 
Echo’s again, again, am I insane,
Words go round and round, the pain,
Of Vie and sweet Elaine

Don...

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One Vienna says my poems are complex.
She ought to know this is a reflex
That I cannot surmount,
Of styles strange and oddities profound.

Like Prof. Wole Soyinka of Nigeria,
I write not for the lay who poetry fear
But the masters to whom this art is dear,
And who the language of gods revere....

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One Vienna says my poems are complex.
She ought to know this is a reflex
That I cannot surmount,
Of styles strange and oddities profound.

Like Prof. Wole Soyinka of Nigeria,
I write not for the lay who poetry fear
But the masters to whom this art is dear,
And who the language of gods revere....

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when we sit together, 
it feels in balance right, 
look long into the pools of love, 
eyes flash their inner light, 
the movement of the planets, 
are aligned right here tonight, 
an thoughts are softly swaying saying, 
delight tonight delight ... 

Ah that Vienna :)
Don Johnson...

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