Best French Horn Poems

A Harvest of Music

The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience  awaiting the pure joy to come. 
Descending silence alerting the senses. 
Arrive the maestro, and...

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I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face

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I hear the music play,
the sad base line echoing
the light that shines in your amethyst eyes,
those beautiful eyes.
Such melancholy mirrored
in your sad eyes.

Crying melody,
the viola...

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Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you...

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In the dimmed theater, the stage is set
not for a play though, yet a performance 
one of baton, brass, notes, timpani 
the performance I have...

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A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows

C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D...

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- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons,...

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Mrs. Lightfoot had taught music at Talbot Elementary School for years.
A couple of her pupils excelled in music but most became engineers.
She sat at her...

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Each gleaming light shines like a sun
Expanding awesomely in curling fires;
Each cloud forms a grotesque face
A face that knows not its bizarre desires.

We ascend in...

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Morning dew dripping from my eyelids
doors banging at the center of my heart
as the symphony gets ready to start.
the flute begins with a champion song
while...

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An off-day for the quill: I’m channel surfing
from a carpeted beach beneath beveled
canopy.  My legs haplessly dangle flung
overboard crossing a comfortable
black leather partition provided...

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evening air
distant french horn melody
train whistle echo...

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On my computer 
I
play 
   songs of the late 1970's 
 My seed time 
as it were
  ELP, Yes, and King Crimson...

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You said to me
"I want to be buried here
Under that little citrus tree..."
You smiled, decidedly
I looked at you perplexed
This was after your disdainful speech to...

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In Junior High, I decided to try
to play an instrument

I joined the band, French horn in hand
determined to make music

I lugged my horn, ready to...

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