Best Baroque Poems
The sound of baroque fills the air
the lively beats one can hear
as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy field
as snow cascade down from cypress trees.
Violins squeak ...Trombones blare
mandolins vibrate the inner ear.
The harp thrills......soft ripples along the narrow stream,
fish jumping into sunbeams.
Cymbals clash , a metallic crash...splintered timbers caught in lightening flash
A silent throb...the music dims... a cool beeze flows over the hills
soothing, drawing all into a warm embrace
calming the spirit , slowing the pace.
The music wanes...... delicate snowflakes stuck to window panes
A Grand finale......twitching nerves that long for solace.
Silence now as the music stops.
Peace follows music sweet.... into dreams.
Baroque music lives on....do not weep.
Sleep now ....sleep.
Critters praise the day,
With daily compositions:
Morning symphony.
Guitar
Acoustic, Electric
Strumming, Resonating, Soloing
Modern, Popular, Antique, Anachronism
Plucking, Projecting, Accompanying
Medieval, Baroque
Lute
Salsa for Baroque
To every song, Time dances
Never seeming to stop.
22 January 2022
Woods
In the green woods no path has direction
decay is a form of progress
and despite all the circumspection
'Getting there" wouldn't be understood.
It's true, ants industrialize, and squirrels very middle-class
bank on the prodigal oaks. But the fashion is baroque--tulips like venetian glass, birds ignite on every branch, each elm has Restoration sleeves,
and the bees and flowers are an old scandal.
The effort, what there is, doesn't show.
Flying must be fun, memories are short
and where nothing is remembered,
nothing is routine.
Everyone has a talent, nests seldom fail,
and what's spent is miraculously retained.
What they report of us we have only indignant noises
from which to judge--and then the quiet watching 'til we go.
He
raided
the pantry
and his larder
groaned
Frans Syder
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grandiose absolutes-
spectacularly figured
complexions
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.
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BAROQUE PAINTING
Being a devoted dilettante, once I fulfilled my dreams
to visit Art Museum on Baroque painting.
Exuberant mind was mesmerized on marvelous composition.
Emotion got contorted sensing sudden echo of de javu.
Faint feeling to recognize familiar paintings by myself?
Enchanted elan dilated on subsequent dimuendo.
Carte blanche of my perception became ready to quench opthalmic thirst.
At the exit, supersonic cacophony hit me on unexpected ennui
to see broken guitar in frame, as awkward anomaly amidst peerless paintings
Stunned to realize that the exhibit was a bona fide painting on Avant-garde.
Ten words, ten lines 2 Contest by Silent One
01/20/18
Second Place
'YOUR CHOICE (I1) Imagist Style contest by Brian Strand
grandoise absolutes
spectacularly figured
complexions
Even not a heart
nor of clay, tile, papyrus
it left baroque pain
Grandeur of the sea, master craftsmen worked endlessly to make your elaborate mast. Finery
foraged apon this ship for the ports to envy. The waters part for your beauty, sea creatures
praise in adoration of your greatness. The winds dare not blow viciously against you, at the
sight of your wonder. Easy passages all your travels granted. Smoothly ride into the horizon
and stars guide thee.
Wills with broken wings
Manufactured poverty
Statistical facts of truth
Strategic lies of promises
All are carried by the Owl
On its back to the masses
I am a dilettante of 17th Century Baroque,
loving the elan style of this extravagant;
and avant garde art form full of boldness.
The gaudy ornamentation given wings,
and the artist wild carte blanche.
I never have ennui when at the gallery,
and wandering I am filled with deja vu.
Until one day I spotted an anomaly,
in a painting that I declared not bona fide;
oh, what a cacophony I caused that day.
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January 17, 2018
Poetry/Verse/A Baroque Dilettante
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9831-63-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 Words, 10 Lines 2
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
JOHANNES
vermeer
sans peer
REMBRANT
look see
s e l f i e