Category: poems

Clever Dear (Poem)

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Hyper | Johnny Marcondes

Drunken frutiflies dance in my wineglass

All through the night

I hear their souls pass

Like seconds to the right

Clockwise and clocwork

They pass down my gullet

Like dregs that rise

Downwards a bit like regret

But refreshments so crisp

Like grapes full of captured sun

I begin to lisp

All about the already run

Put black horses through their paces

Hourglasses with sand

Grain that traces

Glimmers of land

In the oasis

O

Abuzz are the contented

Till they go

To lands enchanted

To sing forever

Sing so clear

That they are silent

Clever dear

Yes,

Clever dear

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Already (Poem)

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Image result for fire unknown soldier

I’m ok

Already

There’s nothing to say

To be calm and steady

I’m ok

You cry

For one more day

To try

I’m ok

There’s nothing to it

Already

No working through it

It’s ready

I’m ok

Setting off

Where plans lay

You  cough

A cigarette ray

I’m ok

Already

Smoldering

Steady o so steady

Soldiering

I’m ok

Already

There’s rememberance in fire

All there…all steady…already

There’s nothing that’s dire

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Sweet Uncertainty (Violin, Voice, and Guitar)

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The mix and render was a touch rough but yea..here’s the lyrics

Ooooo oooo

Sweet uncertainty

Bring another gift to me

Ooooo ooooo

I am so loose

My wings

Angles obtuse

So rings

Sweet

 Yea sweeet

Yea my sweet

Uncertainty

 

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Rain (Poem)

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There is nothing left

Except the rain

Deft

The flitting cross the main

A throughfare

So subtly here

Yet nearly there

This vertically fissile air

Broken by the waters

That had grown wings

A myria glimmering daughters

Too lofty for even kings

For none can catch

That which is stretching

Back to earth to latch

Forver reaching

For the next

Dew course

From sea to air

From source

To source

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St. Charlemagne (Poem)

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Do you like strange stories

And stranger music

Are you a stranger

Illfit categories

An urbanite rustic

Dwelling so safely in danger

Far from the hills

Amid the mountains

Shining planes

Windowsills

Hermit Charlemagnes

Conquering the shadow Sun

Pallbearing at weddings

Like static it runs

Fills ears with flood

Neither Normans nor Huns

Ah how the old blood

It reads

Amidst the branches

To deeds

Harry did you say we were

Late again

How typical

To miss the train

So sure

Dedicated to negation

Navigating

Through a portion of a tether

So frustraing

All this weather

Blowing chaff and wheat as one

Strange

Strange stories

Mixing ancient allegories

Do you love me

Do you love these

Are there whispers on the breeze

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O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing

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Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate the guitar. I’m putting this steam of consciousness in because it’s what I do.

The driving rain
It fell into the
Well
Through the rock
That I broke
With
All I had to sell
For a cahnce
To catch
Heavens
Tears
Fill me up
With the awry years
Till I burst into the river
Till we all reach the sea

Percolating through the soil
Springing branches
And the dewdrops are braking through the rock
Little dewdrops are
Braking through the
Braking through the rock

Bursting through the soil
Blossom yet another canyon for forward
O dew
O flower

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Reaching (Poem)

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O do ya have somethin’ in your well

Would you like to go and and tell me something

Drag it up from the bottom

Reaching

From the very bottom

O yea

O no

O why

Do you reach so far below

To where it’s almost dry

Is there nothign at all more

Remaining

Out here by the Western shore

You’re straining

How is it that we will drink it in

If it’s just bilge and dregs

Get movin’

After all we do have legs

And eyes, and ears…

This damned thing ‘s been dry for years!

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O You River (Vocal/Guitar/Poem)

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The words again…

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

That they are doing something more than this

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

All about the the things that I am gonna miss

I am waiting for the wisdom of the middle way

Of those that muddled through

And have so much to say

To someone like me to someone so blue

Cause I just can’t be left blank left well alone

So fill me in

Tell me how I’m just a one note drone

If you play genie I’ll play Alladin

So please if you please

I am waiting for sombeody to tell me

Come on don’t tease

I am waiting to hear that you are doing something more than this

Tell me tell me

All about the thigns that I am gonna miss

Or maybe what you see

Is not so far from here

Maybe maybe

I am just too clear

O yea baby

Are you gonna teach

The Sea to sing

O you river

You’re the king?

Eh?

Ok…

OK

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Tacky Songs ‘n Revelations (Poem/Song)

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(Musical amateurism inspired by an abandoned tub I found as a feral boy in SC. )

 

O I dont know I have never seen the moon so bright.

O I dont know I have never felt the need to die except for…

In the presence of

In the presence of all these leaves

how they fell right here…right here…

What a strange…what a strange….what a strange…

Place…for a…for a wash….

And the leaves are gathering

And all the little bugs are dead

And the moon is shining through where there was a showerhead

..And the little white flowers and the little bit of moss

And the honesuckle dew

Yea

none of these thigns are

Quite as sweet as you

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Late (Poem)

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Image result for tension

Always

Stringy just stretching

Way too thin

Reaching

Way too far

Searching

For the guiding warmth from some distant star

Ever on the horizon

Never within grip

Always it lies on

Some surface from which it’s too easy to slip

So the muscles  they tense and they strain

Just for a radar blip

The burning of sinew and brain

Now it is late

And I find no respite

Nothing will sate

The thirst for the light

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