Best Decrescendo Poems

The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears
Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers
The night was still youthful, the...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in...

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Hunting for treasure poems;
Midst summer morn~
I am adrift in the wilderness.


All of a sudden~
a European euphony soars
like a midnight sonata
in pianissimo and decrescendo.

I run to...

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Listening to a piece of great music
One delights
The flow
From Major to minor    and
As one goes from ecstasy to tears
   ...

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Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm,...

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Behind your earlobe there was a birthmark that had the shape of palestine 
But they taught you in there that it was called israel 
In...

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If the sun shines
Vicious that the hands could hold its heat
If the wind whirls and wails
Turbulent, with fierceness of rushing water
If it becomes icy cold
That...

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Dad, 

I want to break you out of here—
commandeer the ludicrous 
toddler-pink wheelchair 

and roll you over the salt-sprayed hills
where Camas choirs sing out indigo

hues,...

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Vivaldi man of “Four Seasons”
Played his violin for a reason
While singing the strings
Excellent music he brings
Great melody it rings

“La Primavera” sole concerto
Uplifting the spirits without...

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The Orchestra

Best heard alone in the silence
of blackness pre-dawn.

The hall, redolent of memories,
lighted by a single bulb-
log walls fashioned from old larch;
a metal roof above.

The...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our...

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THE EURIDITE MONK
   (Apropos Thelonious)

The misunderstood rhapsody
of the ebony-ivory union
reflects a oneness of time
and space fathomed
but to the freed ears
picking up the syncopation...

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Persona

She lived her life’ wayward ways as she trusted the cover
all in one jagged place dangerously designed from mascara
made up dressed down frozen from illegitimate...

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It started on D - flat, 
succulent & succinct 
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats. 
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando

riffs tampered with the...

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Up and down my fingers fly,
connecting and leaving in the blink of an eye,
sparkling silver keys pumping up and down,
at shcool my fingers are treated...

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