Best Conducted Poems
Conducted by the Hands that gave them voice
Sweet songs of evening soothe my weary soul.
Oh, how I love to hear the birds rejoice
As frogs and insects hum adagio.
Each night I sit and watch the sun go down
Accompanied by song that has no score
Each night His orchestra holds me spellbound
That's why each night, I come right back for more.
Yet I am just a simple country boy
These nature songs were my first lullabies
E'en to this day they bring my heart such joy
And on occasion tear these simple eyes
When moon appears to watch the sun depart
My only thought, "My God, how great Thou art."
Daniel Turner
Categories:
conducted, god, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
maybe
my works are only writes
should poetry speak
sing
or both
and more
can ideas
without a rhythm
still fall in the category
i believe
in touch
can you feel me
inhale
the scent of
the crackle of burning logs
hear
the whisper of flapping wings
see
the eyes that see you
or taste
a leap of faith -love
paint with words
write in every colour
with a suggestive set in the grasp of sky
is
isn’t
we decide
still i wonder
how does the rebel fit in
or they
who have no music in their pen
can they shape it
like a figure to admire
is this just a write
no label required
i thought i’d ask
is all poetry an orchestra conducted
Categories:
conducted, creation,
Form:
Free verse
In perfect rhythm
A gently flowing ballad
Perfect melody
Tugging at my heart
Softly lifting my spirit
Tickling my senses
A song of beauty
Calling to the universe
To maintain all life
Everlasting tune
Beckoning for all to see
Shimmering with hope
Singing out for peace
In harmony with the wind
Conducted by God
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Categories:
conducted, nature
Form:
Choka
Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
swaying
back
and
forth
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the wind sends me on my feet.
Dancing with the music of the air
that is rushing through my hair,
I inhale the sweet, mellow essence of what life has granted me.
Then I exhale the words,
"I am thankful for this life and the road, no matter how rocky, has served its purpose".
As I leave this place,
I hum the tune of the masterpiece conducted by the wind
that rustled in this tree.
~5/28/18~
Categories:
conducted, 9th grade, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The garden curled around us as we sat beneath the stars,
In the silver shine of Venus and the rust red glow of Mars.
The brandy was between us and we toasted life and love,
While the moon conducted music from the dark green leaves above.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.
Vintage brandy in the bottle seemed to ask us both to drink
And the flowers that were watching clearly knew what they should think.
Then your glass was finally empty and you laid it to one side
While you closed your eyes and kissed me and the barn owl tried to hide.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.
There was silence in my city as your lips were joined to mine
And I tasted all of heaven and a little brandy wine.
As our bodies settled closer and we melted into one
With embarrassed little giggles that were sure to signal fun.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.
So we gathered up the glasses and we put the stars to bed
Then we walked along the garden path, my shoulder 'neath your head.
We pulled each other closer and we whispered with our hands
That tonight is all that matters and the whole world understands.
In the cold grey light of morning we may think things diff'rently,
In the moonlight, in the garden, there was only you and me.
Categories:
conducted, lovelight, garden, light, may,
Form:
Rhyme
M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?
MH. Why yes I have!
M. Why the absence?
MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.
M. That should have taken no more than a couple minutes
MH. Ahhh...no, I was gone a couple weeks. I was going to stay out a month but this site is so addictive! I'm sure our listening audience can attest to that!
M. Audience? No ones listening to this...
MH. But you said...
M. Me?
MH. Yes you said when we were talking that I was going to be on the radio.
M. Dude your me...
MH. I know!
M. Your blowing my mind here...Can we just get on with this?
MH. Sure...What I was trying to do was really just find myself.
M. Find yourself...were your lost?
MH. No just needed to try and do away with some of the junk in my life.
M. I'm starting to wonder if I'm you then why is this the first time I'm hearing about it.
MH. That is odd isn't it..
M. Almost as odd as interviewing yourself.
MH. Almost
M. So any good poems written while you were gone?
MH. To tell the truth I couldn't stop writing...If they're any good only time will tell.
M. How do you think the interview is going so far? Am I doing alright? Asking the tough questions?
MH. I think your the best...That's why I only let me interview myself!
M. Speaking of interviews I've got another one scheduled I really need to run...
MH. Really? With who?
M. Oh it's you but you the World Famous Nuclear Physicist!
MH. But I'm not a...
M. Hey...It's what we call in journalism as a lead in...makes them want more.
MH. But I'm...
M. Don't worry, we'll make something up...
MH. We always do...
M. Ain't THAT the truth!
MH. Shall we do it over lunch?
M. Sounds good...you buying?
Categories:
conducted, funny, humor,
Form:
I hear voices
high in the trees,
trilling from the shrubs
and on the breeze.
I hear voices
high in the sky,
that grow and fade
and finally die.
A non-conducted chorus,
yet oh so sweet,
from a raucous warbling,
to a static tweet.
There’s a whistling pitch,
or a cackling cry -
I hear these voices
as I stroll on by.
I hear voices
that defeat my stress,
help me understand,
what matters less.
I hear voices,
that are sweet to hear,
with natures melodies,
pleasing to my ear.
Not a truck or a car;
not a bustling bar.
There’s no smog hidden star,
and no concrete or tar.
This here is their paradise;
no one hustles; no one lies,
for one to live, one often dies,
and all around me flies.
Where I hear voices
high in the trees,
trilling from the shrubs
and on the breeze.
I’m their audience,
with a host of choices,
when I amble by,
and I hear their voices.
Categories:
conducted, nature,
Form:
Prose
This sweet gentle sonnet is for Janet.
In whose garden I've sat for the last hour.
There is no better place on the planet
to capture the grace and awesome power
of a person who thinks she has neither.
A silent orchestra of bright colors,
soloist and chorus of each species gather
in season from subtle to loud bellow,
in a silent sonata conducted
by a genius gardener spreading life
and beauty and love. Reward not expected
by our maistro except the relief
of life's burdens, a few ripe tomatoes,
appreciative children, any of those.
Categories:
conducted, beauty,
Form:
Sonnet
Getting lost in the wake of a beauty so exotic
Warm balmy night promises speak from her beckoning eyes
Ensnaring themselves in a web of sultry desire
As heady perfume of white jasmine permeates night skies
Playing the leading lady the Oscar is always hers
Perfect crimson lips set in porcelain skin perfection
Hypnotic blue eyes seduce bringing them down to their knees
Mere shadows of themselves left in its luminous reflection
Entrapped by shadows - A lady of chastity she is not
Embracing dusk welcomes her in it's ever watchful sight
She the mysterious mistress that women love to hate
Forbidden fruit for their men - She is the Lady of the Night
The highest bidder always wins her - she cares not who
Seductive and sultry or sweetly naïve and innocent
She plays the game well - whatever the gentleman fancies
To gifts of extravagance offered - she is indifferent
But when the games are done and she's alone in her chambers
For the one who stole her heart she sends out a lonely cry
Even though she has everything money can possibly buy
Her love is not for sale
It belongs only to the one who took it away
And bid her goodbye
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Categories:
conducted, lost love, lust, sensual,
Form:
Verse
A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".
Well my husband said "How old was she.""
"Ninety-eight".
A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..
While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?
My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".
The cousin proceeded to tale this story.
"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what
was going on ...."
The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or
any other funeral home director that he knew."
The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."
She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called
her home..
The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the
way..
Categories:
conducted, death, faith, family, husband,
Form:
Narrative
Downtown Nashville is a place I’d love to call my home,
With fine country singers dancing on the Grand Ole Opry-
With Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers singing on the stage,
Sitting in the front row would be no one else but me!
The Country Music Hall of Fame full of platinum records,
In nineteen-eighty the awesome Johnny Cash was inducted-
The Judds and Hank Williams a part of history in the making,
Oh, what an amazing atmosphere Nashville has conducted.
Famous pulled pork dinners with enough sides for a hundred,
A full plate of Apple Crisp from downtown “Ravie’s Diner”,
Walking the streets with such ease with no worries of safety,
Right now, I live near Detroit and I’ve become quite the whiner.
Nashville carries a special place in my longing heart,
See, at Temple Church is where I found the Lord as my Savior-
The preacher was pouring wisdom as I sat in tears,
That precious hot day in July I shall always savor.
The biggest reason I’d love it there, it’s where my sister lives,
My number one best friend would live right next door-
My dogs would run free all day without worrying of strangers,
Because living in the open country you need a fence no more.
Downtown Nashville is a place I’d love to call my home-
With cherished music and my sister, I’d never again be alone.
November 8, 2016
Categories:
conducted, city,
Form:
Quatrain
Divinely composed,
Conducted by the soft breeze:
Orchestra of grains.
Categories:
conducted, nature
Form:
Haiku
APPASSIONATO
He made overtures to her,
With the time-honoured chat-up line,
“We could make sweet music together;
I want to make you mine.”
She conducted herself quite cautiously;
Remained composed and calm.
A duet might be pleasant;
And he certainly had charm.
But she didn’t want to rush things,
The tempo should be slow.
He wished to proceed allegro,
She favoured adagio.
She played second oboe,
While he was a double bass.
They came from different cultures,
A thing she found hard to embrace.
And so she resisted his overtures,
They really weren’t well-matched.
She had an affaire with a flautist instead;
A thing with no strings attached.
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Categories:
conducted, love, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Fate someday will determine when our days are concluded,
And those who think otherwise are sadly deluded!
Plans were made to ease my crossing with little compunction,
When I shed these earthly shackles and cease to function!
Since I like things in proper trim, regular and complete,
Plans were made in great detail to impress Old Saint Pete!
I'll enjoy a lovely mountain view from my sepulcher space.
Even a headstone with an epitaph is already set in place!
Arrangements compel me to be laid out in a slumber room,
Amid a forest of flowers that will currently be in bloom.
I wanted to be displayed in my jeans, they don't look so bad.
My spouse said, "No, I'd die of embarrassment if you were so clad!"
The funeral guy showed his caskets, each the top of the line.
I said, "Hold on there! I'd rather repose in a simple box of pine!"
"But sir" said he, "these are made with the most durable metal,
And will see you thro' your eternal bourne in very fine fettle!"
The salesman conducted the transaction with consummate skill,
But I almost died on the spot when he presented the bill!
I'd much rather have spent those bucks on an earth-bound fling!
Folks, if I could, I would just as soon forget the whole blamed thing!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
conducted, funny
Form:
Rhyme
An invisible power,
brings forth a new rider.
The second of four,
rendering an eminent fire.
War and destruction,
he's dispatched to deliver.
Countless souls will perish,
their blood flowing like rivers.
His judgement now emanates,
cast swiftly throughout the land.
Repent convinced,
or prepare to engage in a last stand.
His fury conducted,
could very well be your last.
Keep God in your heart,
and put sin in your past.
This second of 4,
his horse will be red.
He comes for your soul,
so don't go to bed.
Categories:
conducted, christian, education, god,
Form:
Rhyme