Best Beethoven Poems

In a huge open field,
lay the pristine new snow;
and beyond a mountain view.

The sky is a cloudless blue,
and no footsteps can be seen;
in the vast open space of white.

Yet, a grand piano stands,
in this place of no footsteps;
where  a man is playing Beethoven.

For me...

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Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION...

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Beethoven,
I love you.

But you play your
Moonlight Sonata
On a bleak night and
I am left-
In my coffin
Bones devouring
Flesh-
Eyes drowning in chasms
Left wide open-
Wearing a black dress
With a white collar
Sweeping dust and talking
To myself

All the delicate Ballerinas 
Of the world
Softly dance with those
Grotesque girls
Who were told they were
Too...

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There was poetry in their lovemaking,
the way he brushed her hair aside
 as he gazed piercingly into her eyes,
she welcomed his tender caresses
   as well as his demanding fervor,
he cherished her sensually inclined
  free spirit pleasing his every whim,
the rhythmic concerto between...

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On Thursday March 29, 1827

Vienna Salzburg

It wasn’t a happy day for Christoph

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Three O’clock Afternoon nine Priests blessed the coffin

September 1822

Dear Uncle a mad man has moved upstairs into Apartment

Beethoven

Dear Christoph Mr. Beethoven will settle soon

Another week has passed life is no calmer

Beethoven no...

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we drove late afternoon
              over the dark Rhein,
              the sky fake with orange,

to Bonn : to a house with...

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(chance operations)


Beethoven’s orchestra torpedoed
Restoring life to the platform
Desire’s found, as the quiet storm raged on
Deliciously clinging to the heartbeats
Of every symphonic note
There was a true rhapsody
As, Beethoven’s first symphony played on...

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Awakening to the shout of the sun
Animals scurry in the underbrush
As I step out, barefooted, into the damp grass.

Alive and blood coursing
Through my veins, I am 
Astonished at how fresh I feel.
All aglow with red cheeks shining

And now I hesitate as 
My memory fills with...

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The faces are
stamped in.
They sit and play.
having done this
all their maturing lives.
It is familiar and new.

I love the immersion in
civilization, want more,
Like a tantalizing spice.
the faces reach into me,
dancing in soundspace.

The time
fused with sound,
are sufficient
in the faces of the men,
but in the woman's face
a permission...

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On a Los Angeles street - play it brother, ladle it on black delirium
         A wind blows – from trumpets, oboes, and saxophones
              ...

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Blessed is the world because of Beethoven's music.
Escaping pain, he played piano for his father.
Enduring, to avoid the wrath of the nightstick,
Transforming musical style; never mediocre.
Hopelessly in love with his  “Immortal Beloved”
Overtaken by deafness, he composed with fervor.
Victorious, despite disability…patience.
Evermore an eccentric, music played...

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A thought arose...

In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion,
Time transcends as the Absolute emerges,
From deep submersion.
Veritably idealistic path to verity.
It is all about History!

While Schopenhauer's Will, By mere chance,
Drives life in concentric circles spinning,
But not winning
Human solicitations are insatiable.
A germ on the cogwheel of life,
Facing a suffering...

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poets, the evergreens, 
their poems, the word
gospels that didn't make
the big book like
birds on overhead wires
accidentally perched 
in the sequence of a
Beethoven symphony
but those words divine, 
while I figure out grain
on half lit wooden floors
reduced, now, to poems
in pyjamas, oh my life, 
delayed, enforcing other...

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The loudest composer, ’tis clear,
was Beethoven - man of the year.
The Germans are proud
of music that’s loud
because Ludwig van couldn’t hear....

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My friend, why have you spun out of joint?
Or am I now cross-eyed?
Is one of us running out of rhythm?
Or both spinning in circles?
Why is everything I say just a question?
Can I speak or write a statement?
Would you play Beethoven,
or shall I put on Mozart?
Is...

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