I see the throbbing bass and liquid windswept flute in colorful everyday accompaniments companions really helping guiding finding myself quite champed as I weave through parallel realms not commonly accessed by learned energy observing interacting always respectful as I understand these entities exist to expand my mind chasing swallowtail butterflies and the aliens among us dragonflies whose speed of acrobatic art can only be duplicated by beings from another dimension the reason my 30 mn hikes always become 2 hour soul journeys connecting with all I encounter some boring sad joyful recompense but none grumpy mean or uninhabitable
08/18/25
3:11am
Categories:
accompaniments, adventure,
Form: Free verse
Unavailable for work,
Unbeatable prices,
Uncertain times.
Undetectable fraud,
Unenviable tasks,
Unfathomable crimes.
Ungrateful children,
Unhelpful comments,
Unintentional consequences.
Unjustified dismissal,
Unkind acts,
Unlimited credit.
Unmentionable briefs,
Unnecessary accompaniments.
Unopened mail.
Unpronounceable words,
Unquestionable loyalty,
Unreasonable requests.
Unseasonal weather,
Untroubled teenager's,
Unusual behavior.
Unverified reports,
Unwanted attention,
Un-x-rayed patient.
Unyielding bolt,
Un-zesty pizza,
For unproductive people, uninterested in undivided attention.
Categories:
accompaniments, addiction, age, anxiety, assonance,
Form: List
Spring sings love songs in the wind
Birds adding lyrics with delightful trills
Humming accompaniments in the pines
Melodies flowing sweetly over the hills
An aria cues the longer stems to sway
With bursting bulbs of rhapsodic color
The brook is babbling with clear water
A lone mourning dove singing low tenor
Symphony of beauty in seasonal sound
Beneath the noises we humans create
So busily engaged we often fail to hear
The lovely music Mother Nature makes
Written March 23, 2022
Categories:
accompaniments, music, nature, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Silent Chord
Strings of melodies stream together
Vibrating from inside without a sound
Welling up in silence
With accompaniments of feelings and the mind
Calming measures blended, refined like bitter grapes
Sweet memory that aches upon a silent chord
Heard only in the sacred crevasses of the heart
Beating a hasty retreat to sanctuary
A single breath of vibrant life on waves of music
Crashing on alien shores
A truce between passion and melancholy blend
When we reflect, remember times together
Not through a glass so darkly
Not everything is black and white
There are many stories and letters left to write
I can play but one note for you
A simple and pure one
A silent chord
Poetry contest: Debussy Inspiration 6/06/14
Categories:
accompaniments, absence, age, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
HABEAS CORPUS
My daughter writes
Where are you Dad?
When'll you come ?
Who builds walls between us ?
Even if you come , how will I
Recognisze you ?
Blood simmers-
I was safe in mamma's belly
The day you stepped down
With accompaniments
Mamma lost her sense
Today, my ninth birthday
No cakes , candles and guests
Where are you ?
Parents meeting in school
I stood alone embarrassed
My Miss holding me,kissing on cheeks
Friends say
You are behind bars
Is it Dad ?
All relatives swear my birth
Am I that doom'd
Tell me Dad !
Mamma weeps often
Looking at railroads
Down our flat
Says nothing-
My daughter writes
When will you come
Mamma
Me
Where are you
Categories:
accompaniments, passion, daughter, dad, dad,
Form: Prose Poetry
Words on the side of creek in the Forest (#8)
White paper blooming with sun-drenched lines of spiritually recognized personal connection.
Manifested through thought of sunshine, beats, and fresh air feelings; the paper and utensil unite,
Like the combination of sound from hand carved wood and cured animal hide.
The eternal flame of biophyllia.
Connection.
Neither the loss nor the gain, but
The transference of continual energy.
Blue like the unseen light of our universe that holds everything together with a continually evolving matrix of stratified interactions.
The rhythm is chosen by the medium and the musician,
the accompaniments, when at their best,
Are unknown,
and fill the silent spaces between notes with insight and guidance.
Categories:
accompaniments, art, nature, universe,
Form: I do not know?
Mozfart, like his brother was possessed of rare ability
Performing in Vienna for European Nobility
Farts of such, power, passion and brilliance
His pants we're reinforced for extra resilience
Amazing you'd think to have a musical bottom
But wouldn't recitals perhaps get a bit rotten
But although be blew through a rather large horn
The accompaniments were pleasant, I'm pleased to inform
For not only could Mozfart trump his brothers Sonatas
Without the use of additional apparatus
With variable, fragrance, flatulence was he also empowered
And could make his blow-offs smell like a field full of flowers
Mozfart's trumper was a musical revelation
Where ever he went he was quite a sensation
Farting Bach's Concerto in packed auditoriums
Then making it smell of roses for standing ovations
This attention put his brother in such a foul mood
He put a tub of fart power in poor Mozfart food
To deliver his grand finale the maestro bent low
And as he exploded took out half the front row
Although he died tragically
He lived his life magically
So next time you think you're about to drop a potty
Think of poor Mozfart and his amazingly musical botty
Categories:
accompaniments, funny, music, brother, brother,
Form: Rhyme
Don't understand a word she says
Just musical accompaniments anyway
Forget the words, check out the face
FOCUS ON THE FACE
All parts work together , twin sisters
who instinctively know what's needed
Contain and convey the same message
Quick flip of the hair, eyebrows arched
Unrehearsed, coordinated, directly delivered
WATCH THE LIPS
Watch closely what the lips do
Such expressive creations, no limits
There's never been any limit to imagination
IMAGINE WHAT
What's a lover anyway?
Who share the wounds of combat
To give your heart away
Categories:
accompaniments, love
Form: Light Verse