Best Bach Poems
Johann Sebastian Bach
Found that bread gave him creative spark
He would eat a whole ciabatta
Then knock off a fugue and toccata
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His music, written centuries ago,
is still beloved and performed today:
cantatas, fugues, concertos, preludes, and
the mass in B – perhaps the greatest piece
of choral music ever to have been
composed. From soaring tones, the voices build
a sound cathedral, reaching to the sky.
The crucifixion’s deep despair and then
the resurrection’s radiant joy resound
and touch the audience and the singers deep
within their inner human core and heart –
the miracle of music that transcends
the times. Immortal is the master’s work.
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A humble name,
Trilling far beyond river
For his music
Flows into the grandest ocean
Leaving land
Aquiver
-Snaperdoodlyay, Laura Breidenthal
-For Giorgio Veneto's Laconic Verse Contest
I crave the timeless peace and joy
This music often brings
To souls with whom the world would toy
And run around in rings.
Careless of mood, the master speaks
With string and pipe and voice;
No other strain my spirit seeks,
My Desert Island choice.
His counterpoint and melody
Shine through when days are dark;
None brings such solace yet, but he :
Johann Sebastian Bach.
Eden became a place of trespassing and disobedience
Love, however, never departed the Garden of Eden
I, The Everlasting God, have always had a plan
Eden became a place of trespassing and disobedience
Love, however, never departed the Garden of Eden
I, The Everlasting God, have always had a plan
Let all the world know that I love them
Everyone who believes shall be saved
My love is everlasting and measureless
All people are precious in my sight
Salvation was purchased by Christ's blood
Absolutely no one who truly believes is rejected
Believers have peace with God through Christ
At the cross is the place of the great triumph
Christ alone takes away the sins of the world
Hell itself was defeated by Christ on the cross
Tell the 'Good News' to everyone, everywhere
Heaven is a real place; not a dream or fairy tale
Access to God is obtained through Christ alone
Nothing shall separate us from the love of God
I will never leave you, nor ever forsake you
04102017 PS Contest, My Easter Premium, Brian Strand
Note: "E'li, E'li, le.ma sa.bach'tha.ni?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Matt. 27:46 NRSV
Lute
Curved, inviting, light,
it has the look of antique ships,
a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods.
Fretful cat-gut cords
coiled taut by silver screws
above the calibrated neck
conceal a thousand foot-pound pirouette.
Child of Sirocco and Spain,
veils, fans, brocade, and lace,
olive, vine, and orange surprise,
its plangent sound irrigates the moonlit air
peeks through black-eyed jalousies.
Dowland, Cutting and our solid Bach
crocheted arabesques of tuneful notes
like pearls, rubies, emerald stones,
to pluck or tease from that dark pupil
a winking smile of treble Sun.
If you climb it you will find
harmony
and peace of mind
Bach is powerful and deep
he will rock you
in your sleep
in great concertos
like a fountain
flowing down from
Baroque Bach mountain.
Memories of Bach
At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach
Below a sparkling sky,
On a park’s open green grass.
The choreography flowed.
I was well-rehearsed.
The opportunity, special, before
Some of our gathered city’s spectators.
This genius: Bach.
This glorious cantata:
“Jesu,]oy of Man’s Desiring.”
And, I, the young ballerina,
Wrapped very Grecian-like in an ivory, silk tunic,
Stepping out to
Meet the first notes,
Humbly opening my arms
— first right, then left —
To invite the music to my dance.
But, barely a quarter-minute into the piece,
I was overwhelmed —
As my first dance ever
Out-of-doors —
The sky was my ceiling
And it was too high,
Making my reaching upward breathless.
There were no stage wings
To mark the arrowing points of my arabesques.
My memory lost all upcoming moves
To the sparse clouds
in their swirling crossing of the sky.
I let Bach choreograph my choice
Of upcoming motions as I
Let myself become his music
On to the end.
About a decade later,
On a cloudless, August day,
(the hottest day that year).
I asked for Bach
To sound, again.
Dear Bach’s
“Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring,” rose
Meeting our ears so magnificently
From the organ, as
I stepped into the church,
Wearing yards of wrapped white silk.
I stepped gently down the aisle
Toward my waiting groom.
My own joy carried me
Into the cantata
In celebration of
Our wedding day and
Of our decades of love
Together, on that day
Just beginning.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/21 poem
Thanks be to God
German composer Johann Sebastian Bach -
Emotive depth and his “blue notes” were his music’s bedrock.
Having fathered twenty children and always on his toes,
how did he ever find time to compose?
After Christmas comes Boxing Day
When mum carts the rubbish away
Like one of the boys
Dad plays with our toys
Day is done; what more can I say?
a song of myself
Pete Townshend feed back squealing
caught in a mosh pit
Apollo seeks worship.
What shall you write
to honor love. That ye
Sickened may heal.
That songs shall speak
With lyrics that are truest
to there music.
Honor ye oh God
With harmony and melody.
Honor ye father truest
To perfection.
Ye Apollo's am God
And the sounds of
reheasted people have
made Compositions
there priority and duty.
Honor ye Apollo as
God!
With flute, chello, violen,
drums,. Trumpets, frenchhorns
Opportunity and expression
Honor thee.
That love, the truest love
can bring the coldest of hearts
to be kind.
Honor ye Apollo that grooves
In melonic rhythm can make
Lyric to be voiced.
Honor ye oh Apollo
That from forever the notes
Shall be instruction to create.
Honor ye Apollo.
The God of. Music!
BACH JS&JC
from a musical dynasty
along withJM&JL
a quartet so unusual
my guitar strings
were tightly wand
as I leaned against
the cellos hard surface
clinging hopelessly to the fullness
of a familiar tune bellowing
from a charming piano dazzled
I was softly moved by the harps
descant chanting upon
thee unveiling of the violins
motionless melody creating
a sensational fluttering of bees
beneath the echoing shallow
breaths of my panting lures
When you’re far away,
In another place,
Your heart is lonely,
Life is meaningless,
The room is empty.
If you’re abroad,
From east to west,
There’s culture shock,
You’re a stranger.
Get back where
You belong.
There’s no
Place like
Home.