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Musicale

8/30/2017

*Friedrich Gulda* Virtuoso Pianist

Musicale

I love
And
Revere
Bach’s
Well
Tempered
Clavier,
Book
One
Or
Two,
Either
Will
Do.
The
Progression
Of
Tones,
The
Very
Bones
Of
Song,
Never
Go
Wrong.
I listen
Over
And
Over,
Music
The
Perfect
Lover
In
Twenty
Four
Pair
Of
Preludes
And
Fugues
That
Banish
Care,
All
Beyond
Rare.

Status Ongoing

8/28/2017

*lacasamorett* Drawing

Status Ongoing

I have
Trusted
In
The
Supremacy
Of
Reason,
But
This
Is
Not
The
Season.
The
Body
Politic
Is
Deathly
Sick
And
By
Some
Cruel
Trick,
Nazi
Hate
Is
On
The
Rise,
Right
Before
Our
Astonished
Eyes.
An
Evil
Fool
Purports
To
Lead
The
Nation
While
On
Vacation,
And
Congress
Hides
Beneath
A
Desk,
Unwilling
To
Risk
Their
Elected
Necks.
I’ve
Got
No
Armor
But
A
Humble
Verse,
And
A
Fervent
Hope
It
Won’t
Get
Even
Worse.

Indefinite

8/26/2017

Indefinite

The
Clock
Without
A
Chime
Moves
In
Waltz
Time,
One,
Two,
Three,
And
Gives
Erratic
Ticks
To
Me.
The
Battery
Needs
A
Change
To
Rearrange
The
Hour
And
Let
The
Minutes
Sway
To
Measure
Out
The
Dancing
Day.

Journey

8/24/2017

*Duy Huynh* From A Dream

Journey

Here
Dawns
Another
Day
Of
Balancing
Above
The
Fray,
Doomed
To
Roam
A
Hundred
Million
Miles
From
Home.
A
Simple
Pilgrim,
Looking
For
A
Sacred
Spot
And
Finding
Naught
But
Another
Bridge
Of
Loss
To
Cross,
Over
A
Dry
River
Bed
That
Spans
Dream
To
Dream
In
My
Foolish
Head.

Dusk

8/22/2017

*Gaylen Hansen*

Dusk

Hefty
Miss
Twodogs
Marches
By,
Fire
In
Her
Eye.
Mutts
In
Lock
Step,
Leather
Leash
Pulled
Tight,
One
Creature
Black,
One
White.

Sunday's Blues

8/20/2017

Sunday’s Blues

“Love
Is
A
Fixed
Game,
A
Set-up,
A
Frame,”
She
Said,
Shaking
Her
Stubborn
Head.
“I know
You
See,
And
Will
Agree
It
Ain’t
For
Me.”
But
Very
Soon,
HE
Came
Along,
And
Under
A
Yellow
Moon,
Changed
The
Lady’s
Misgivings
To
A
Song,
Proving
Her
Wrong.

Sunday's Blues

8/20/2017

Sunday’s Blues

“Love
Is
A
Fixed
Game,
A
Set-up,
A
Frame,”
She
Said,
Shaking
Her
Stubborn
Head.
“I know
You
See,
And
Will
Agree
It
Ain’t
For
Me.”
But
Very
Soon,
HE
Came
Along,
And
Under
A
Yellow
Moon,
Changed
The
Lady’s
Misgivings
To
A
Song,
Proving
Her
Wrong.

Aurora

8/18/2017

Aurora

The
Hand
Of
Night,
Closed
Tight,
Opens
In
Fingers
Of
Light.
Trees
Lift
Their
Arms
To
Day
And
Shadows
Fade
From
Grey
To
Blue
As
The
Sun
Surges
Through,
Beaten
Gold
As
Of
Old,
To
Dazzle
Our
Eyes.
Rise
Up,
Rise,
Darkness
Was
Only
A
Disguise.

Fallen Star

8/16/2017

Fallen Star

Each
Facial
Crease,
Each
Seam
And
Line,
Once
Stretched
Into
Beauty
Released
And
Manhood
Defined.
Those
Rheumy
Eyes
Once
Made
Collective
Sighs
Wherever
He
Would
Go,
From
Those
Fortunate
To
Know
His
Gallant
Soul
Seen
Manifest
In
Every
Role.
He
Was
The
Essence
Of
The
Hero,
Who
Made
So
Many
Dreams
Ring
True,
A
Gift
To
Drama,
And
To
Me
And
You.

Miss B. Regrets

8/14/2017

*Duy Huynh* Blue Moon Expedition

Miss B. Regrets

We
Were
Star
Crossed,
Him
And
Me,
And
Never
For
A
Second
Meant
To
Be.
I reckoned
He
Wanted
To
Be
Free,
And
That
Was
Okay
With
Me,
But
I didn’t
Know
How
Lonely
Life
Would
Grow,
When
I let
Him
Go.