Best Crescendoes Poems
Do not of the past, think its gone!
Listen carefully to the lyrics, still playing.
The crescendoes satisfy your deepest cravings.
That poetic soul of yours constantly playing a song.
Mother singing you sweet lullabies.
The orchestra at your wedding, when you danced all night long.
And at incensed funerals, heavenly chanting went sweetly on.
5/13/2921
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The glowing light 'pon sparse clouds
Radiates a golden glow
Orange marmalade sun tips the far
horizon and waltzes slow
Light changes slowly to clear bright
The birds' chorus crescendos
Joined by the whirr of a hummer
Mornings sung in tempos
The plural of Crescendo can be crescendos, crescendoes, or crescendi
The plural of Tempo can be tempos or tempi..
TALKING TO AN ELEPHANT IN A TREE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I was stunned this morning saw an elephant in a tree
Motioning, trumpeting, hey, please come talk with me
Tell me please, how in the world did you get up there ?
You sentenced me to this place since you don’t care
About the poor, disabled, aged and the mentally ill
As long as your coffers are to the brim filled
What are you doing sitting in a tree all alone ?
Observing the madness that mans greed has sown
So tell me, how long have you sat there all alone ?
Been in this tree, lets see, since man started to own
He started out, simply gathering a few pretty stones
Then others joined causing clashes and undertones
Accumulations of objects brought about some envy
Then suddenly another accumulator became an enemy
The possession of objects then became an addiction
To own n amass fortunes was the common ambition
You haven’t progressed much since those early days
Accumulating, not letting anything, escape your gaze
Initially you were crude, a quick strike to the head
Now more sophisticated: you lend money instead
The strong rule the weak, the smart run the show
It’s the same tunes and libretto where ever you go
Crescendoes will be reached then the bubble pops
Chaos will ensue, when the music stops
I see more and more elephants sitting in trees
Dominating the landscapes causing sages ill ease
Elephants becoming impatient, angry, sitting in trees
Malcontention has no remedy, with which to appease
I noticed each time I visit; the elephant gets bigger
His continued bloating will eventually trigger
A destructive insurrection against the status quo
Possessions, worthless, when there’s no place to go
It was a night so dark, so damp; the fog swirled thick about the lamp,
a night not fit for man or beast, a night on which tender hearts ceased
to care about mankind's suffering, so nasty was the storm buffeting
the tiny humble New England town, its weathered cape cods all battened down.
When of a sudden a cry rang out, piercing the fog with a shriek and a shout:
Did it herald the dawn of a better day? --Or just proclaim, "Man's lost his way."
Shutters opened, blinds upward flew; Denizens craned their necks for a ring-
side view.
Where was the man who'd issued the cry? Was it a sign of life, or would they
all die?
Just then a riderless horse galloped down, streaking its way through the town,
tossing its mane right then left; of its mystery rider long sine bereft:
Whence the cry had come, no one could tell; when an unearthly voice, straight from Hell
split the night with a ghastly shriek; shutters slammed tight--no one dared
peek,
As the horse veered away, frightened itself, by the Devil's advance along with
his elfs,
Crescendoes of wailing blackened the night--of a poor humble town in a fight for its life.
open window's symphony
rain falling softly, lightly
crescendoes, pounds
then again, diminishes
each landing, a note
- plip - on balcony's slate
- plop - on wooden rail
- ping - on metal roof
- paapf - on leafy tree
bird's flute sweet-swirling
an octave above the rest
meter drawn from distant church bells
- clang - clang - clang -
cars passing - swisssssssh -
their wake the maestro's flourish
thunder's deep rolls
sforzando al fine
sleep
CHAKRAS BOLD
HE designed root red via
a laugh so raucous creating
world wild rumbling random
rubies rolled ruling red
thunderous winds whirling
shimmering shocking floods
Emperor Supreme spearing
stimulate Mother channels
birthing babes to cuddle
sword sheath bloody
red is my beneath !
HE designed my womb
occult oracle orange
oceanic openings obliging
receive that which swims
into the deep to hear
obituaries or observe
creation’s octahedral
cathedrals octaving to
behold bold olive and oak
OM is where I rest divine
operatic orange sublime
HE designed my navel
with its surrounds golden
solar yellow mighty ignite
magnetise miracles for
better sight savouring
power for hours exuding
fires roaring pouring will
enduring strength for miles
and miles adoring gold
burnished bold plexus
platinum yellow nexus
HE designed my Heart
full blown DaVinci art
Picasso could not compete
green moss spring soft
therein pirouetted daisies
in swirling whorls fading
Mozart’s maddening
crescendoes crying
veils upon veils to
enticingly whisper
‘Come, bride, come’
HE designed my throat
a singing topaz blue
so true to cobalt hues
anew each teal
dolphin silent sprang
Truth trout sighed
sky blue signal smoke
softly sowed sweet
royal kaleidoscopes
herald harmonic hopes
pop songs wrote
HE designed forehead a
deep indigo isle circled
in vintage fashion
twisted ivy presented
EYE of all eyes an
empress ringlet ruffle
to and fro pondering
pupils so deep diving
turbulent storms to keep
in comfort who adores
my adorings roly holy
On my head Valentine
Supreme valanced a
valuable vortexed venture
vaned a thousand petals
a halo not exposed to
winged shadows shady
so my wondrous wispy
wisdoms you may emit
from this lotus crown fast
feather ferns fathom to
fit fetish dream atoms
O ! Lord of Lords !
in red orange gold
green blue indigo
white to sight heights
I bathe in your colours
behold arms embrace
so chaste to post my
poems in coloured
posies haste so
comely these chakras
choralling
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
The sun went to sleep
While the moon rose to take the night shift
On my bed I lay
A smile on my lips as I remember her
Chords vibrating in my soul
Resurrect memories of love souls
Sung by two newbie lovers
Under the starry night
Accompanied by the harmonious croaking of frogs
and the chirping of crickets
My love ever beaming in crescendoes
Ascends to the zenith of love
Your touch ever soothing as the harp
Played by good old David
Your face more beautiful
than the works of Mozart
My love runs on infinite notes
Unbound by the strings of time
A rhythmic pattern to be followed
Only one could inspire such love
Her name echoes through the halls of love
Her name 'Nature'.
Ah, endless crescendoes….
Golden soft harps, I hear.
Musical scales of love, no fear.
Songs, gold mementoes….
10/22/2022
tactic theories tamed
by moaning brain
callous crescendoes' bait
airy acumen craved
felon feasts fostered
hoity twin triggered
rusty rules reeled
raging rumple reek
punctured politics' spree
dark dances dribbled
saucy syllables scribbled
did curves cripple
lanky lust birthed
vying veil's verge.
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Note: Dedicated to Plato.
The music laughs
piano thoughts
the tiny bird alive you caught
skitters wild across the keys
I hide within your satin sleeves
crepe and crinkled fragile soul
crescendoes gather and enfold
mesmerize me and infuse
a scherzo written by a muse
callous crest grows
into crumbling crescendoes
lost bounty balance
to moaning coda
wielding wanky melody -
smoldering mystic symmetry
punctured contractions pianissimo
bleeding concerto grosso
drowning dainty diapason
sour lyrics smirks
squashing salient thirst
jumpy jazz jerks
music met madness
turbulent twain wedded.
'20:01:22:05:25
Note: Dedicated to artiste like Nigerian Naira Marley, who fixes s into beats in the name of music.
Humming Sorrow
(Replaces 'a' with 'q')
Seeping smogged smithereens in mqrrows,
Cqllous pqin hums hymnql sorrow:
Junk jive embroidered with crescendoes,
Rough rhythms in reefs grow
Qs the offshoot red glow.
Eqrs fqr qwqy heqrd
The music crescendoes bled.
Into pity, heqrts moved.
Sixth octqve, notes improved.
Teqrs trqiling trqcks,
Pqin pqsting pqts,
Music melting mqss.
Music fqdes.
Then cqme,
Wqils.
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tactic theories tamed
by moaning brain
callous crescendoes' bait
airy acumen craved
felon feasts fostered
hoity twin triggered
rusty rules reeled
raging rumple reek
punctured politics' spree
dark dances dribbled
saucy syllables scribbled
did curves cripple
lanky lust birthed
vying veil's verge.
'20:03:21:11:01
Note: Dedicated to Plato.
Up from your lovely soul, to the heavens it goes.
Filling golden shafts of space in the galaxies.
The aroma of your poems,to other souls'travels.
In magnificent, colorful crescendoes.
That magic you have to overthrow and expose!!
The joy and failures in the multitude of humanity
Their sorrow and their pity. you can unravel.
So, you see,you really can create a brighter tomorrow!
3-3-2021
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Quatrain
hoisted hankerings puke
nauseating vying view
lofty lust yawns
puncturing pulpy lawn
twain tainted tune
mystic melody prune
rusty riffs blush
under octave's touch
callous crescendoes' crush
smirking pitch pitches
gaunt glissando clinches
birthing sumptuous A6
tuning atmosphere tenses
malady melts music.
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