Best Gregorian Poems
I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
Even Bach or Handel would soothe this soul of mine tonight;
A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
Majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.
Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,
It echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;
I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,
Sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes.
Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,
Calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;
This music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,
I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself.
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October 7, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Classical Music
Copyright Protected, ID 15-715-448-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, No 110 Standard,(2018)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Written for the contest, Favorite Music Types,(2015)
sponsor, Nadya Negron,
First Place
Categories:
gregorian, music,
Form:
Verse
Inspired by Machinehead – Darkness Within (Acoustic version) & members of society who refuse to embrace the kiss of silence…
As great intentions
Wither upon invalidated declarations,
Serenity’s crowd holds teary-eyed candles
Making silent wishes
For the venom to be sucked
Out
Loudness’ waxy build-up
Making filthy demands
In delegated hostage stand-off
To be HEARD
Cocked pistols, insignificant
Firing duds against glasshouses
Rubbing “war-torn” palms
Within cemented rubber bands
Forgetting life’s lesson
To shut their raging mouth
If they truly want to be heard
Amnesia’s warning sign to muzzle thyself
For one meaningful second
To ALLOW a merging of disappointed truths
Into their heartbeats
Salvation’s attempt to stifle boiling pressures of Sangre
From coming face to face with reality scythes
They latch onto plastic rosary beads
Fade to Black
Singing Gregorian prayers,
Removing knife from karma’s back
They strum in vain to please the Lord.
We see your true colors
Shining through
We see your true colors
That’s why we can no longer love you
Placing forced expectations
Against vulnerable humanity
To lay weary heads on curtailed shoulder pads
With foolish attempts to swallow moot points
And pride-coated defibrillators
To jump start a heartbeat, extinct
Forgetting that even self-made pedestals
Have a limited warranty
I see your true colors
Shining through…
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
gregorian, life, people, slam, society,
Form:
Free verse
Hi Dad, I miss you. I’m sure you’re very happy up there and all the prep you did while you were sick paid off in wondrous ways.
I’ve been thinking about our past and the good times you made sure we had along with the food on the table and the roof over our heads. I’ll never understand how you managed to raise six kids on your salary.
Communication was never a big thing in our family. Your funeral was a prime example. It was just a sad showing before the mass and then a quiet ceremony. I was so happy to honor your passing by playing deep glorious Gregorian chants as loud as I could to accompany your rising above the clouds. It was as close to a ritual as it was going to get.
What we don’t verbalize stays hazy, unexplored and undefined. Like you, I keep everything inside, I avoid conflict at all costs – overall this really hasn’t worked against me too much, the few times I exploded were not particularly winning outcomes. What’s the use? Teach someone a lesson? That never works. I’m just as happy being the way I am. It seemed to have worked out for you as well.
You were a good model for following your heart and what you believed in even if you knew you’d pay for it. It was the price of freedom and making your own decisions. Self-satisfaction was the ultimate prize. I’m just like you – stubborn to the point of making stupid decisions and not caring that they’re stupid. That’s the way we exercise our freedom.
If you can, I’d love it if you helped me to discover my life mission and what lessons I need to learn down here. One of these lessons must be to learn to make do with minimum money: as depressing as it can get, struggling does have its rewarding upside of promoting creativity.
Maybe you can also guide me in my prep for the big final trip.
I love you, I miss you. I’ll see you again some day.
Always your baby girl xx
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on March 7, 2020
Categories:
gregorian, appreciation, blessing, death, father
Form:
Prose
The Love you gave is all the Love we need,
To share amongst hungered souls…
Lost in the wilderness,
For your Angels shall spread freely at will…
Pouring Love from the Heavens,
Into this existence…
May the clouds lacrimae of your glory,
As we thirst amidst the desolate deserts…
For we are sponges of salvation,
And thus we give our love openly…
For you are the reflecting of all we see.
Oct.17.2019
1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Music...Illumination- peaceful Gregorian chants
By Dan Gibson...Solitude Album
With Female Virtual Voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
gregorian, christian, jesus, love,
Form:
Free verse
Time and tides flowing through my tan, bare toes.
Twas a time of sweet peace, flowering boughs.
Spices of love, filled scarlet sunset nights.
Limitless dreams waltzed in our heads with might.
Sundays, love for God, from our fingers glowed.
Snow or heat, we were in Church, faith flowed.
Soft, Latin words, songs in Gregorian.
Time travel, in utter peace, to live in.
Under domed ceilings of bright white and gold.
The incense, the songs, which never grow old!
4/11/2021
~1~
Categories:
gregorian, childhood, imagery, memory, peace,
Form:
Blank verse
Mozart composed the Jazz of his day,
Bach could Rock in the same way,
Music is music,
Melodies mimic,
Young tunes turn classical fogies’ heads gray.
Categories:
gregorian, age, humorous, music,
Form:
Limerick
The calendar foretells summer
but the trees, fauna and I know
that Autumn is now upon us
in spite of the Gregorian.
Deciduous trees are shedding
their kaleidoscopic, colored
dead on the earthen ground below;
and decaying scents fill the air,
nostrils, the mind with reverie
of indelible yesteryears.
Squirrels burying recent finds,
cheerleading and football practice
Unmistakable, autumnal,
recurring signs of its presence.
Categories:
gregorian, nature, autumn,
Form:
Verse
My confusion comes from too much doing. During the news
eating cheese and crackers, drinking wine, thinking the world
needs me.
Or the falling leaves, the days shorter but so much brighter.
How the cloud cover of the canopy has lifted to reveal
maybe God.
The longest continuous democracy may end in another theocracy.
A bunch of voodooists with their hocus pocus blessings
and understandings.
Bombs and poison. Grief. Chiseled, tearless face.
Chants gregorian. Her sad, clear, soulful missives from
the city.
Unbelievable acorn crop this year! Skate on them
like marbles. Last year was a maple year. The ash crop
significant, too.
But not the cherries. Or a single pear. Blackberries
held back too. Sure the towers were a violation, but they came to
hold community.
One stands not apart or alone but an individual within
his or her platoon. Committed to the mission and survival of
the platoon.
Fedex leaves a package. There is or is no anthrax
in it. It is our disappointment as Americans that the world cannot
be trusted.
Yes, New York is the enemy and brother of Kabul. How
does one reconcile those differing communities and be a non-
violent human?
With words. Wendell Berry's words. And service such as
the secretaries of state give, leaving when one's time and work
is done.
Staying in the diatonic. Agreeing first on rules of engagement.
Then engaging. Not stopping the fight or thought or song until the fight
is done.
Categories:
gregorian, blessing, brother, city, confusion,
Form:
Verse
Lying in a verdant spring field,
scents of fruit and roses permeate the air;
thoughts of you are never far.
They caress like the sun's warm rays,
bringing a suffusion of joy to my heart.
The hum of occasional automobiles
blend with the drone of honey bees
lulling my senses like a Gregorian chant
in an Austrian monastery.
You and nature have become
my tenants of religion,
calming my restless spirit;
soothing my soul,
until I am a placid lake
soaking in all that is you.
Categories:
gregorian, dedication, romantic, spring,
Form:
Lyric
........ * * .........
church pews kneeling on soft light
canticles unleash delight
voices climbing heaven’s flight…
pure Gregorian night!
©dodoitsu-and-rhyme-in- one
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* for Brian Strand's A Poem You Like...max 7 Lines
by: nette onclaud
Categories:
gregorian, inspirational, love,
Form:
Dodoitsu
How I long for the days of yore when telephone communication,
Was with a living, breathing mortal in meaningful conversation!
Nowadays, when conducting business, much too often I hear,
A mechanical voice spewing perplexing babble in my weary ear!
First, I listen to a litany of their days and hours of operation!
A spiel about their products and a history of the organization!
"Your call will be taken in the order in which it was received!"
Already, I've waited twenty minutes - I feel I've been deceived!
I hear that hollow voice again but much to my chagrin,
The dreaded 'Press This Number' game is about to begin!
Having been offered many options, at that vacuous voice I shout!
I become so irate I hardly remember what I was calling about!
"Press One if you are a new customer -Two if you have an account;
Press Three if you need repair service - Four for a bank discount;
Press Five to pay your bill - Press Six to change your address!"
Lord, I'm losing patience! Help me out of this miserable mess!
On and on it goes ad infinitum like some Gregorian chant!
I'd like to talk to a representative but it seems that I can't!
Ah! At last! A person is on the line but I'll need a translator.
Alas, it's some guy talking funny on the other side of the equator!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for No. 7 in Natalie Fllikkema's "Talkin' Technology" Contest - July 2011
Categories:
gregorian, funnyvoice, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
"Cross Roads, Notes and Bridges"
Silence
arrives
in the spaces
between
a conversation
missing in the
archives of love
music
drowns
the unnecessary
what point
words then,
swords planted
in the spaces
sharp, clean
and gleaming
the mortared
existing in the
spaces in between
bleed
unheard words
piercing hearts
muddy
unclear
unseen
the unsaid
unsung
dissolve
will-o'-the-wisps
wishing wells
full of tears
torn
walls fall
eventually
like a
disrobed
wedding gown
cross roads
notes and
bridges
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Gregorian - Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/55XIdavZxCQ
"Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Success in circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm
Delight The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children
eased With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind."
(Emily Dickinson)
“Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples
for where theirs is Will, there's his Wall”
(James Joyce, Finnegans Wake)
Deus absconditus;
Will-o'-the-wisp
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will-o%27-the-wisp
LYRICS
"Enjoy the Silence", Depeche Mode
https://genius.com/Depeche-mode-enjoy-the-silence-lyrics
Categories:
gregorian, muse, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
The tourists have departed
The sun is almost down
Gregorian chants are flowing
It’s peaceful all around
On Montserrat.
Categories:
gregorian, places,
Form:
Free verse
Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
Categories:
gregorian, business, car, history, leadership,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
The Pope Benedict XVI chants, " Pater Noster " with a voice not so grand
while distracting himself by gazing at God's outstretched hand
that Michelangelo painted so well
on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
This is a Gregorian chant with music sumptuously composed
by monastery monks whose life dedication was to preserve knowledge
despite the barbaric invasions that they constantly endured...
they knew that their song of celestial sound would survive another age.
He is not wearing a tiara decorated with stones as other popes have,
perhaps it is to express his true humbleness towards God Himself,
that the power of a crown is a selfish manifestation of earthly power,
so on his feeble knees he prays for all, "Pater Noster. "
And while controversy about his birth and ancestry is absurd and unfair,
he's breaking down the barriers of prejudice and race laboriously...
although he came from a nation that conquered and slaughtered without pity;
let us join this selfless servant of our merciful God by chanting, " Pater Noster. "
Before the almightiness of the delighted Creator with " Pater Noster qui es in caelis, "
he displays his devotion for Him and admiration for the artistic hands of tireless bone
that embellished the ceiling of the Sacellum Sixtinum: a gem of the Renaissance;
Rome is in constant transformation, and here Pope Benedict XVI lays another stone.
English translation: Pater Noster qui es in caelis:
Our Father who art in Heaven
Sacellum Sixtinum: Sistine Chapel
Categories:
gregorian, art, faith, father, god,
Form:
Rhyme