Best Diminuendo Poems
A Pleasurable Life
The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And double the sheer bliss
The decadence of eating
With the satisfaction of making love
A combination bursting with pleasure
Warm melted chocolate
To be taken in from pleasure spots
Savored while the tongue swirls the chocolate before taking it in
Giving and receiving pleasure
And tasting….richness
Whipped cream or a touch of honey
Foamed up or drizzled will heighten the pleasure
Just a bit…….not too much
Makes the sweet….sweeter
Feeding body AND soul
Double the Delight
Double the Pleasure
The love of music
Blended in with the love
Of love making
Exhileration carried on notes
Moving fast and slow
Swelling and receding
Pianissimo….to make her melt
Slow slow….
Andante...Andante
The way to go...
Then subito
A sudden change of tempo
The element of surprise
Frozando….no escape...no turning back…
Demands of surrender
Fronzando giving way to Rinforzando
Thundering….again and again
A swelling crescendo
Burst of sound and rhythm and light
Reverberations reaching the inner soul
Suspended in time
The symphony of two bodies
In the throes of surreal delight
Forte…forte…forte
An then…..
Then diminuendo….calmando
The labored breathing of love
Receding with the waves
Al niente
Al...Niente
Fading to nothing
Peace….after Pleasure
Double your pleasures
For tomorrow comes with no guarantees
That your eyes will feast
On the celestial stars
Making love to the night
To the symphony of the universe...
So while you can...
Double your Pleasure
Double your Delight
In a double dose of LIFE
Eileen Manassian Ghali
[Re-posted]
From dregs
of twilight embers,
pale dawn’s embrace—
and naught but rusty glow
stolid umbra to banish,
in wan resolve,
from these, my solitary rooms.
Echoes.
Small children laughing,
afar and ago—
profound diminuendo.
Still, I grasp—
clutching sand—
a dying world to hold.
But pain’s recall
subsists—
and, shuddering,
ebbs,
into my eyes—
drips through my fingers
and onto the floor.
Playing soccer on my small nintendo
I envied great stars like ronaldo
The great pele and romario
"Ronaldo,ronaldo"
The music rises to a cresendo
Right from my small nintendo
I could hear the rhythm of the piano
And my blood ripples at the sound of the concerto
I danced until i'm lost in the solo
Suddenly i was revived by the diminuendo
Of this mystic sound from my nintendo
I checked the terminal to the audio
Oh!,it has been disconnected by antonio
My friend from colorado
Lately I find the ink of my pen dried
scarce of thoughts and emotions
that comes flowing naturally
from the core of my heart
I miss the raging feelings
and endless stirrings
that rise higher
and dive deeper as they come
Like a dance that sway up and down
to the beat of the music
or of a musical note
that ascend and descend
in a crescendo and diminuendo
feelings and emotions that were dancing
to the tune of life's beat and rhythm
are silent and asleep
I feel a steadying calmness
an interlude from this medley
that puts my heart at rest
Serenity fills me now
confident and secure
in knowing that life like a balance
can tip high and low but cannot sink me
I can dance through life without fear
of falling and drowning in its complexities
as I have someone
who needs and loves me
arms to pick me up and lift me
a hand to hold and guide me
a faith that is strong to sustain me
a hope that never dims inside me
thunder sound dashes
lightning fissure quickly dips
jig jag cross lines' flash
starts rainy music
with hissing crescendo to
diminuendo
In the darkness, extravaganza,
Flaming, blazing drama,
Sky rockets and sparklers,
So spectacular,
Fireworks in my brain,
Flaming illumination,
Catherine wheels,
Are you for real?
The pyrotechnics
Was it all a squib?
Crescendo..
To diminuendo...
I float down from clouds above,
Another little death of love.....
The piano keyboard, a complex rhyme,
The pianist discovered a repertoire of music,
Played with crescendo and diminuendo,
A normal rhyme with a flutter of notes,
Cascading like a waterfall,
Songs of yesteryear ever popular,
She commanded the keys of the piano,
Like a monarch and her kingdom,
The sound flowed like an eternal rainbow,
Bright and pure, strong and vibrant,
A conversation between the pianist and God.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach
March in with a slam
Awakening from slumber
Roaring with thunder
Comes in fiercely like a lion
Humbly leaves like a lame lamb
March 26, 2023
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Tankacrostic
A dance so cantankerous
The one that is not on earth
Happens every day in a forest
Not far from land of chaos
It is dance with a partner
His tail so longer and thorny
The teeth never knows brush
And the legs home of fleas
Crescendo or diminuendo
This witty partner wriggles
With the wet mouth open
I fear for virus infection
And comes the foot work
Clumsily my feet he steps on
His tail slaps my open body
School pupil victim always
The audience my savior
Watches from secure hilltops
With no one to save me here
The ugly dance is everlasting
My desk-mate can hear
My heart roaring silently in pain
Doom, doom, doom the heart roars to me
Whenever the cosmetic intellectual enters
The Garden of Eden is before me
To cultivate, plant and enjoy fruits of tree of life
But the sand of success is shifting daily
To those with shoulders to lean on, not brain power
In the crescendo of honest efforts
I receive diminuendo of dishonest rewards
The seeds germinate but never yield fruits
In this campus where foxes have holes to run to
Fate is looking at me with cruel eyes
My dreams are crashing to craters below
The cosmetic intellectual ignores me
But smiles and praises those with similar feathers
When he makes lecture-room cosmetic factory
When he makes lecture-room a theater for minor surgeries
Of test-tube babies born with insufficient brains
I have no choice but to kneel down and pray for my country
Carefully her inner eyes glistened
As the music proceeded with utmost preference
The swift glissandos had cured and decorated her existence bare
Naked, she looked all alone
Beautifully stunned in awe appreciation of the “musical dew of silence”
The food of renewal for the soul
And as the chords rose
She was in no doubt lost in-between intertwining rainbows
While the orchestra proceeded
Blindfolding her visions in missions of star lights,
She appeared color stunned
Now I know that she had understood the essence and relationship between music and colors
As the waves and ripples brought her a gift of soothing relief from every form of grief
What some never achieve
Her inner self gradually awoke calm yet in crescendo with the music
And as the music descended
It unfurled with tears of understanding humbly from all eyes in diminuendo
Further magnified by the resounding applause dispersed in thunderous appreciation
Sealing the finale with a wholehearted emotional and heartfelt release ….
Harmony Awaits
by Odin Roark
So dissonant the surroundings
A world in disarray
Like but a discordant accompaniment
The clamor of people’s and beasts alike
Searching for the melodious link
Senses arrest
So many sounds and images
Clashing for lack of attachment
For loss of accepting absonant’s journey
The unmelodious quest for harmony
Like the oils mixing on a palette
The de poisson of a dancer’s effort
The diminuendo of a kettle drum’s fade into silence
The verb’s finding of a perfect object
So goes the many ways of inventive solution
Yet
Most accept the raucous way out
Unwilling to step beyond the threshold of compliance
Away from “that’s just the way it is” cliché
Even though
No different than the perfect coordination
Of a baby’s practiced step forward
Reaching out knowing security awaits
A repeat of trust’s innocence
Re-appearing as the harkening back
When honesty knew only to be
Solutions exist
How pitiable
So many steps result in distrust
When a step backward
Might reveal a fresh start
A new open-eyed acceptance of
The many roads unpaved
Remember
One can always start over
Knowing more discordant experience
Will undoubtedly confront
But one is not destined
To make the same mistakes twice
Unless
There is a need
To create the lessons
Over
And over…
Until they are learned
Harmony awaits
I
am
the
voice
in
the
early
twilight
calling.I
am
the
voice
that
cried
in
the
dusk.
Am
the
limbs
shaking
and
the
lungs
convulsing.
I
own
the
tongue
that
cracked,the
lips
that
parched
and
the
running
nose
behind
the
dank
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
among
equals
whinning
among
few
unequals.
My
spine
bears
the
many
whose
rags
twist
my
neck
and
I
bend
her
back
and
our
fate
coil
side
by
side
in
one.
In
one
our
spalour
binds
us;mine
a
dirty
stool
a
swollen
limb
and
they
said
PEM
too.She
has
the
heart
beat
bleeding
hot
blood,the
callused
soles
cracking
and
they
sterile
nodule
pleading
in
vain
servility
behind
the
black
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
now
mewling
in
the
crust
of
the
night
and
scorching
by
the
day.
I
lay
panthing
and
waisting
from
a
redeemable
curse.
Am
the
limbs
cippled
and
the
lungs
sneefing.
Am
not
the
fist
clenching
the
playcard...eyeing
the
lence,but
behind
the
mesh
wriggling
and
certainly
deing.
Am
not
Abiku's
emissary,but
I
die
with
the
corn
starch
dripping
from
my
lips
and
I
pass
the
stool
to
anothe
whose
fate
as
mine
lay
in
percent,whose
memoria
is
their
number
and
not
their
name.
Now
they
chant
the
elegy
over
tomorrows
cremains
and
my
voice
falls
into
a
diminuendo
and
shall
never
rise
again,but
my
bones
continues
to
whisper
behind
the
earth
in
sotto
voce.
(Reflections on A College Reunion)
Too much of loveliness enfolds the ground
I walked in youth, again in age,
and I shall soon lie down beneath it
as my spirit wafts above its art
in clear salute to mind's eternal joy.
Too much, I stand upon the edge of a regret
I do not wish to re-explore,
though I did not succomb.
Old flowers would sigh with me,
and speak of gravamen
that memory could not restore to light,
of crusted wounds I had ignored for years,
then strange in their emergence
would leave their ghostly shouting in my ears.
Yet I had smiled politely as I watched
the curious melange of student mirth
among the pretense of a mellowed age
which walked beside them
for that shred of while last weekend...
and that inside a host of smiles
that flashed around in vain denial
of a fiercer truth.
The time was beautiful
inside that frail transparent shell
of grace that comes with blessed rarity,
and I departed with a heart and mind
in dialogue upon dualities
that never should appear, but drum
upon the tympanum of my perspective
on a world I caused to change
two generations past, and now impart
a flavor in diminuendo, a seasoning
refreshed, more newly wise
and in finality, more spacious in its love.
~
Pendulums swing,
presences in moments tick
rhythms persevere
reverberating emotions tingle
soul pressure surges
sundials dance in resonance to sunrise
a captain's badge drops
memories unfurl as tomorrow glides on fragments of the present
while today remains clouded in visions of tomorrow
soaring with the wind in whistles and swerves,
lingering in numbered days,
responding in time signature meant to be told as reality deja vus discern
all will be seen and read as the end approaches diminuendo,
the music will voice and undo in liberty
and surrendering skies sing songs of victory
in time's inevitable signature...