Best Composing Poems
I dream poetry;
I breathe poetry, for poetry
calls your name, feeling your
inerrant essentia—
your soul bleeds into mine—
a collision of cosmos,
diffused magnetically, once
a vagrant in a haze of miasmic
vapors—wildered and exposed—
you unshackled me from
this purgatory;
inversely immersing me in
your sphere of solace, and
blooming artistry,
lulling the vast polarities
splintering each layer of my veracity.
I dream poetry,
for your love drizzles
burgeoning constellations, amid
rosette sepals galvanizing my
orphic nuclei, with
every spark we sigh,
tethered to the infinite composition
of our unwavering love compellingly,
beyond heaven and earth,
devoted to you—
your fallen star; no longer silent, circling
nocturne arias entwining our destiny.
My thoughts like wafts of vapors,
surround me in my dreams,
shifting like the tide,
the ebb and flow along shores seams.
Awakened by a hazy dawn, drifting
in clouds of sleep,
images appear like ethereal vestiges;
emerge, tease, fade, and seep.
Like a poetic puzzle, scattered pieces
lie in wait, for their place in the whole,
a vision that words express;
images from the depth of a passionate soul.
Date: July 30, 2022
For: Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed 8th in contest
POTD on Aug. 1st, 2022
I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS
I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN
And got everything on my LISZT.
All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET
And the Christmas break will be BLISS.
I’m away to the VILLA-LOBOS,
In HAYDN until New Year’s Day,
With a girl in my arms who’s mad about BRAHMS
And the note on the HANDEL will say,
“For GOUNOD’S sake do not disturb us
Except for our SUPPE tray
With two glasses of sweet MARTINU
And a bowl of crème BOULEZ.”
The COLE PORTER’S built the fire up,
The TELLEMAN’S tuned in the set,
We’ll POULENC ourselves down on the sofa
And drop ORFF and try to forget.
5th March 2023
Pun Fun poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico
thoughts twirl waltzing words
composing beautiful dance ~
my pen falls behind
words
language
imagery
show but not tell
poem
Cemeteries as themes
Certainty of s a d words
Crypts, tombs and vaults for sure
Creaking gates s q u e a k and groan
Captive of the long dead
Caressing ghosts that love
C O M E into my abyss . . .
_____________________
August 23, 2016
Poetry/Pleisades/Verse/Composing
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 822-565-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pleisades C
sponsor, Kim Merryman
Fifth Place
As I gently hold your rounded body
close to my chest you see through me to read
the tablature in my heart and feel the beat
emanating from it;
composing
involuntarily I shut my eyes
to braille read you with my calloused left hand finger tips
as it moves up and down the fret board
caressing your long giraffe neck;
composing
I sit there with you and hum
soulful melodies as my right hand strum
your tuned up strings and my left hand fretting
a progression of chords belonging
to the same key;
composing
you never say to me a word or two
yo never tell me you are tired
but when I have a song to do
I sit there with you
and hold you close to my chest,
Strum you, caress you and
you give a soulful melody with all your best;
composing
I sit there with you, compose songs
and sometimes cry on you
and sometimes smile to you
I fret you, I strum you
But you never say a word or two
You never tell me you are tired
I sit there with you and
hope that your strings will not break;
composing
Bojosi Ditshwele ©
A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan.
What words are they that say my love for you?
The knot that tightens deep inside of me
And leaves me longing for our love to be,
Then turns away avoiding your adieu.
I wish to say I love the things you do,
Your sweetness like incense to make me high,
For loving you is now a reason why,
A burning passion that is overdue.
Yet as we speak my voice cannot express,
It dries like an old windswept paper bag,
With those dumb clichés that make us both gag
As I see Elin. Beautiful goddess.
Oh darling, forgive me for I am weak;
And with a hushed breath I let my love speak.
Form: Wyatt's Sonnet
Wandering in a love song
Dreaming of his hearts embrace
The Troubadour sings
"Raison d' etre"
While stars cast a lonely moon's tune
Where darkness shields his fate
As wind is to rain, his sadness
Blows tears to the ground and falls
Like heavy roaring
Thundering skies crash
While his lyric silences soft
The Troubadour sings
July 20, 2019
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
Good morning, Lord... another day...
a clear, new page before me
to scribble and doodle on, to fill as I wish
while I think, pray, work, play, decide, act...
but, most of all...while I love.
By night I'll have it filled for sure.
Just one thing, Lord.
I hope among the scattered scribbles,
the dilly-dally doodles...
something amazing and creative will emerge
that reflects your love and glory...
something special you'll be proud of, Lord,
that you'll accept and enter in that great, big
book of yours...
"The Anthology of Services...
To God and Humankind."
You may think that writing
is dysfunctional-
to script a thought not using
that sign of ABCs post-D.
This art that's built of words
is inspiration-bound;
finding worthy, optional picks
not sounding lordly.
It is most frustrating
to omit that sign-
manipulating, controlling
word forms in a satisfying way.
Committing to construction-
painfully choosing-
discarding- to find again-
class vocabulary to display.
A Lipogram can truly stump
a sharp, rhapsodic mind.
But, constancy can always win-
by solution found in kind.
January 23, 2023
Contest: Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rules: Do Not Use The Letter E
Checked with PS Grammar
Rhyme Zone
Some parts of poem to think about using in other poems.
Mention Apprehension
What I really had been meaning to mention,
Is that when there is a lot of apprehension,
May bother,
Each other,
And always affected by all the pretension.
Jim Horn
With deep regret mind was set
And worse yet was deep in debt.
Hemisphere had been here year by year.
Adipose was gross dose by dose.
Battle, rattle, tattle
Enact, subtract, crack, lack
Animosity, curiosity, viscosity, velocity
Realize, stabilize, supplies
Ostracize, cries, vandalize
Surmise and surprise and realize
Validity, stupidity, felicity, complicity
Concupiscent, reminiscent, extent
Circumstantial, exponential, potential
Exceptional, perceptional, still
Convey a way today
Illicit, complicit, visit
Directed, selected, corrected
Devoid, annoyed, tabloid, destroyed
War, For, Anymore
Adore, deplore, ignore
Artistic, realistic, humanistic
Evicted, convicted, restricted, depicted
Rain caused water to drain resulting in much strain
Convey a way to display
Emanate and create a way to celebrate
Mettle, Settle, kettle
Riddle, middle, fiddle
Jim Horn
some muse 'hicks'
be as...
sounding
some gut...
tar getting
as trapped...
stan sand