Musical High

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Poetry
A night at the opera
She had not yet had
Philistine poet
Blasphemous, mad

Oh my good lord
My mamma did play
Full blast Nessum Dorma
At my father’s wake

She may not have known
The story in full,
Yet surely she could -
Caress tenor wool

The whole church
Went silent -
All but for 
Mum’s cries

The music
Went dormant
My dad 
Reached the sky

And what she all wanted -
That music to lift
That spirit in silence
The soul, honored gift

Impressions, 
And music,
And ashes -
So esteemed

The lyrics 
Won’t matter -
Vibration 
Goes deep

Impression, 
Spirit,
And sound,
Precious deed

A musical ceiling -
Solemn, 
Fateful,
Sleep

Bonne Nuit, Les Enfants

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Poetry
They said goodbye,
And went to cry,
They sobbed so much,
That door,
Just slammed

She said adieu,
Goodbye,
Au revoir

Becoming truth,
Sight to behold,
Beware,
Unfold,
Belittle
Not

He said 
Goodbye,
Au revoir,
Godspeed

Enfants,
Pink, 
Bright,
Dark
Lulla-bies

They sing
Along,
With honest
Pace

Piano stars,
Au revoir,
Far cry,

To those
That loved,

And those,
That 
Played

Enfants,
Bright-eyed,
Dark 
Lulla-bies

For your good
Night 
Behave, enfants

Sleep tight.
Don’t, 
Be afraid,
Of 
Dark.

Black Lullaby.

Bubbles

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Poetry
I admire you
I like you
but…
You are magic
You aim high
but…
I always wished
I’d met you earlier

In silent dreams
We’d burst

The mystery
Of everything
All so tragic - 
You know that!

I admired you
I loved you
You were magic
You aimed high

And meeting you
I do remember

In silent dreams
We’d burst

Macabre dance
I’d be a step nearer -
Yet you kept, always,
Stepping,
Back,

So icy sharp
You always doubted,
We slowed pace,
And I 
Hit
Back

The bubbles burst
And bubbles played
Like foxy drawings
Live - that day

The mystery
Of everything, and
Macabre dance -
Those bubbles,
Burst

Like bubbles that
Explode, white magic,
Silent dreams -

Forever, 

Dance

Burning Witches

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Poetry
For centuries come,
And centuries gone,
Burning witches,
Loving magic,
Flying brooms -
All going tragic!

Closet witches,
Those, bewitched,
Closing shutters,
Dimmed the light

Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
And those light dreamers -
Fire them up!

To burn red souls,
And smell the ash,
Scarlet tears,
Ending up

Wetting pale cheeks
They prayed for
Light

If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!

Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed the windows,
Dimmed the light

Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those fiery witches -
Burn them up!

To burn red souls
And taste warm ash
That fiery love?
They kept all silent

If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!

Bewitched, old,
And wicked eyes,
Freezing hearts
And numbing 
Kindness

Chop the wood
To simmer up
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those witches, frail -
And bring them up

Yet not burned
witches
Fly away,
Escape the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged

Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed those windows
Dimmed the light

And witches are
And witches were
And witches gone
Bewitched, remain -
To no avail

Witches, 
Just witches
Witches are
And witches were
And witches come
And witches gone

Enchanted fire
Numb with pain
Praying for light
Thriving in darkness

Spared witches
Flied away
Escaped the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged

And light is gone,
And fire comes,
Bewitched,
Undone,
Deranged,
Escaped,

Unburned,

Big love!
To all those witches,
Up in flames,
Do fly away! -
With fragile
Magic

Wicked, 
Loving, 
Escaped,
Love burned -

Blessed the days
Of flying
Witches

Opium Den

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Poetry
A subtle line,
Some purple tinge
Over dark eyes -
A violet fringe

A yawn,
And hush,
All bored -
To death

Good Lord!
That cat
Short thread -
Long view

Along, 
Strung,
A mouse -
Blue dream

Three long,
Long seconds
To cut
That string

The thread’s
All loose
The mouse
Ran off

To the opium
Den,
The cat…
Snoozed
On!

A yawn,
And hush,
That den -
All fluff

The silver 
Death,
All smooth -
Gold cuff

A silent curve,
Some purple tinge,
Three long, 
Long seconds,

That opium
Dream

Square Mess

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Poetry
One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

All they wanted,
Was to teach her,
How to dance
On that shiny 
Board.

One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

Looping, infinite,
Polished beards,
Bright, 
Sad peers,
Vapid 
Smoke.

They’d like,
Surely,
To play
Mind games.

Hey, chess players -
Patience, 
Gone.

Ma belle,
Ponders -
There are still 
Word plays.
The queen’s gambit,
Game 
Still on.

All they wanted,
Was to teach her,
How to dance
The shiny 
Board.

Polka dancing,
She got dizzy,
Hey, chess players,
No, means no.

One chess player.
Two chess players.
Three chess players.

Brought,
Alive,
On the checkered
Floor.

Did you know that
Dad would teach her
She’s squared-frightened
She said No.

There are still word plays
The queen’s gambit,
Hey, chess players -
Patience, 
Gone.
 
Damn – Look at this square mess

Happy Glimpses

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Poetry
The saddest eyes
I’ve ever seen
A smiling boy
Those smoking sins
 
A cigarette butt
Stabbed the wall
The standing soul
Those happy glimpses

Like darker cells
That spread,
Unknown

Till far away
They reach
The horizon

Like fool,
Like foe,
Like friend,
Sad fear

Like darker cells
That spread,
Unknown

A cigarette butt,
Stabs the wall
The standing soul
Those happy glimpses

The smoking sins
Once happier eyes
A cry inside
Those gloomy stanzas

Don’t fade away,
My smiling boy,
Your sad,
Sad eyes,
Those starlit glimpses
 
The saddest eyes
I’ve ever seen
A smiling boy
And starlight
Glitter

Like clear cells
That spread,
Unknown,

A Smile, inside,
By pink light
Brightened

Don’t close them yet,
My smiling boy,
Your sad,
Sad eyes,
To happy 
Glimpses

Rare Relaxation

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Poetry
A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream

A dream,
Yet dreamed
So true,
Un-told,

And truth, 
Begone!
And brighter days
And darker nights

So cold,
So cold

A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Stoned

Intensely numb
A pen can’t hold
A board can’t tap
A key can’t strike

They’re mine,
They’re mine,

Slim fingers,
Numb,

And winter comes
And winter goes
And light turns shade
And shade kills light

That room, 
Sound-proofed,
In satin walls
That fancy skin
Gets bruised,
Deep-scarred

A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream

A dream,
And just a dream,
And while 
Still dreamed
So true,
Untold,

And truth, 
Begone!
Come lighter days
Come brighter nights

So cold,
So cold

A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Numb,
Fake relaxation,
Rare,

Mid-winter

Dreamless

Night

The Argonauts

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Poetry
We traveled
To the Moon,
And back.

We lost our sense
Of time, we
Crashed.

About to land
Still silenced,
Them.

Our darkened words,
So troubled,
Were.

A turn did not
We want to 
Take.

The verse,
That shiny song,
That ache.

Forget me not
Big girls don’t
Cry.

Our darkened words,
Still silenced,
Bright.

They found
Their way,
As dust they
Float.

In space
We walked
That winding
Road.

And silenced thoughts
Darkened our
Dreams.

To Sun too close
Should not be
Seen.

Our troubled mind,
Pompeii-style,
Congealed in ashen 
Fields.

A third eye dart,
And then you explode,
With magic stars and 
Wings.

Come hither
little Argonaut,
Tonight,
We’ll let life
Stream.

Forget me not,
For girls don’t cry,
They chant,
The travel,
Dream.

We’ll do this voyage
Reverse sense,
To Earth
And then,
To lunar
Gleam.

In space
We hummed,
We chanted,
Still.

About to land
We craved to 
Sing.

Forget me not
For girls don't
Cry.

The troubled mind
Pompeii 
Style.

And silenced thoughts
Darkened our
Dream.
 
Tonight,
We’ll let life,

Stream.

Stark Mask Naked

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Poetry
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked

About to glisten
With a warm,
Warm,
Light

The ones
About to shed
A cold, cold,
Tear

Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked

Pull down 
That cozy blanket,
The one you borrowed,
The one you never
Handed back

It's surely
Soft,
And velvet blue, 
And anti-Covid
Veil-wrapped
 
Peel off that
Paper mask
And let me see
Those eyes,
Stark naked

Tearfully
Bright

The ones
About to shine
With cold, 
Cold,
Might

Do not burn,
Just yet
Nor cry,
Nor
Lick your
Fancy whiskers,
Either,

Unless you are
Stark mask naked,
Your soul, 
Undressed,
A warm,
Oh, once so warm,
Warm,
Heart

About to shed
A cold, cold
Tear,
That winter flame,
Ablaze,
Before
Unblinking
Eyes