Best Instrumentals Poems
"If you're really in love, appearances aren't important. The best house is the one you build in each other's hearts."
Jung Yu jin
Autumn's alliterations amplified an acoustic of death.
Stillness of internal instrumentals silenced my acapella.
Words like wildflowers withered in winter wickedness,
without voice or verse I vanished behind a visible veil.
I was like a lifeless crystallised burnt sienna leaf,
as bitter breaths froze my brittle soul's ink.
Fatigued fingertips trembled from numbness -
without a purpose upon a speechless stage.
Afraid of crisp crying rain, which fell like a refrain.
my summer eyes turned amaurotic.
Life resembled a blank music sheet,
among an abandoned piano covered in iced cobwebs.
In solitude my music remained unwritten,
as I slept in a shivery silent slumber - tone deaf,
finding fading apricity in stolen daylight.
Until a silvery silhouette appeared. - sparkling.
Placed my hands into her warm glove-like hands,
wrapped me in an emphatic scarf-like embrace.
Her rose gold lips echoed in Orphic tones,
reviving my somnolent mute muse.
Blessed with vibrations from her vision,
senses awoke to rhythms of her heavenly harmony -
strumming an enchanting lover's lullaby.
Were you a gift from an orchestra of operatic angels,
sent to place hymns of hallelujah deep into my heart?
As her mystical mystery began to unfold.
In union our lyrics amplified into a rhapsody of romance.
Vibrant tunes from her intimate strings composed a
seraphic serenade, as we drifted into a dream world.
Today,
as we dance under emerald velvet northern lights,
snowfall covers our paths like an ivory blanket.
Soft flakes, like pearls glisten under tinsel moonlight,
as we leave poetic footprints behind in soothing snow -
a chorus of constellations glow to the tempo of our glorious sonata.
Listen to the jazz instrumentals of Masekela,
as you take red wine outside a thatched
shelter in a beach in the Western Cape.
Enjoy a hearty meal of bobotie (meatloaf),
chakalaka (a spicy vegetable relish),
tomato bredie (a lamb and tomato stew),
potbrood (pot bread),
melktert ( dessert)......
and other forms of cuisine;
have a siesta in the canvas tents,
then you visit the misty mountains
of the Magoebaskloof.
To feel at one with nature,
visit Limpopo, and get lost in the awesomeness
of sighting elephants, lions, rhinos.....
You'll see baobab trees stretching their branches
to the red, setting sun;
get dazzled by the Limpopo river's majestic
flow to the Indian Ocean.
Introduce yourself to all kinds of dialects and people;
Africans, Dutch, Indians, and Malaysians.
Watch their traditional dances,
and listen to their folklore - it will remind you
we are from the same Womb; Earth.
See Nelson Mandela in people's smiles and way
of doing things in the cities, streets, and towns.
Listen to South Africa's unifying anthem,
as you take a ship back home......
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
The hit single, "Don't Let It Go To Your Head," is the best song all music fans have ever heard. It was performed by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks. this song is so amazing, so rad, it's like being in this "end-of-a-serious-relationship" situation and this whole "beginning-of-a-real-serious-relationship" type of deal. And on top of that, it's like being in a romantic comedy-drama film set in New York City. Listening to " Don't Let It Go To Your Head" is like going to a rock music festival in New York City, Phoenix, Arizona, and Toronto, Ontario, Canada. That song is so cool, I wish it was heard on an episode of "Degrassi: The Next Generation" on Teen-Nick (formerly The-N). "Don't Let It go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks is considered the end-of-a-longtime-relationship song, especially when a guy or a girl decides to break up with his girlfriend or her boyfriend. I've seen the music video made by Fefe Dobson, but not the music video of the same song by Jordin Sparks as of yet. It seems that Ms. Sparks and Ms. Dobson have outdone themselves. What's so great about the song, "Don't Let It go to your Head," is that of its different instrumentals, but with the same lyrics. How interesting is that? Well, the hit single "Don't Let It go to your Head" really should've been heard on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe." Boy, if Fefe Dobson's then-second album, Sunday Love, had been released, I would've bought the CD, and since Jordin Sparks' second album, Battlefield is out, I'll go get it and buy it. I wonder if the "Don't Let It Go To Your Head " song will have been featured on the soundtracks to my would-be short stories-turned-possible-interracial romance films? Very good question. And if "Don't Let It Go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobspon and Jordin Sparks was to be featured on the "Rock Band" video game and it was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame, that would be very awesome.
What's so great about Lady Gaga's hit single, "Bad Romance," is that of its nightclub scene. Her music video had seen on MTV and YouTube.com. When everyone is listening to "Bad Romance," it's like he or she is at one of those awesome nightclubs in Miami, Florida, at 12 midnight EST. It seems that Lady Gaga has outdone herself, especially when she's supporting the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, and/or transgender) community and stuff. The "Bad Romance" song and music video has a lot of vibes within the instrumentals and a lot of techno music, even when her fans are in Japan. And when everyone is listening to "Bad romance," it's like driving a Nissan 350Z on the streets of Los Angeles, California, on a Saturday night. "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga has also been the best music video and hit single everyone's seen and heard, even me. It looks like the entire music scene will be getting and seeing more of Lady Gaga and other female artists, including Ke$ha. Boy, if Lady Gaga were to make more dance-techno music videos for MTV, that would be great. I wish I had all three of Lady Gaga's albums.
High school:
A cacophony of deafening personalities,
Everyone racing,
Competing,
Fighting for individuality
In the midst of a war
That cannot end.
If we had nothing to battle,
What would we do
With our emerging identities?
In a symphony of adolescent instrumentals,
I am the piano,
Dancing quietly below the louder instruments,
Just soft enough to remain underneath their notes
But important enough that without me
The entire piece would fall flat
And be reduced to nothing
But useless noise.
I must pay close attention
To every note I play;
One misstep and the piece comes crashing
Down around our sunburned ears.
No matter how cautious I am,
There will always be the one line
That my fingers stumble over:
I've learned to keep moving,
Keep playing,
And smile like I haven't royally screwed up.
"There are things known and things
unknown and in between are the Doors."
Quote by Jim Morrison, Lead singer of the Doors
(American singer, songwriter and poet)
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Jim Morrison, lived a melancholy short life brilliant,
he left us suddenly and is still loved to this very day;
he was the lead vocalist for the rock band The Doors,
oh, they created magical music with amazing instrumentals.
And always, always the haunting beautiful voice of Jim Morrison . . .
He was only twenty-seven when taken and his father had inscribed,
on his headstone- True to his own Spirit- in Greek, how fitting;
still there is a constant shower of flowers at his grave site.
in Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris France and visitors still gather round.
The life of a rock star is chaotic, mind-bending and outlandish,
and stressed- Jim left us with notebooks full of his poetic words;
and The Doors most beloved song ever- Riders On The Storm,
so beautifully haunting and soothing although truthfully dark.
Rest in peace, Jim Morrison, thrown into this world and,
taken from it way too soon . . . and missed forever.
John 14: 2 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so,
I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you."
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April 23, 2019
Poetry/Elegy/Rider On The Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-969-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Writer's On The Storm
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Atypical Bereavement , Cataclysmic Demise , Everything Forever Gone .
Heavenly Instrumentals Joyously , Kindheartedly , Lull Myself Nigh
Obeisance , Panegyric , Quixotic , Reverence , Sacrosanct . Teardrops
Unleashed Vehemently While Xylophones Yearn Zion
With my eyes wide open and my words spoken out loud, I seek Your feel here,
on this night, atop this hill lush with soft green fields as lit by the stars Your galaxy
yields. On earth’s floor, upon smooth grass, I lay me down, Father, and pray You play
Your gospel bright purity, Your angelic chords of Father-love-security, and yes, please,
Your instrumentals that softly comfort while peacefully rocking me. It is the lack of
human-spun activities and nuisance noises that allow me the poise to absorb You here.
Your awesome choir’s euphony-brim brushes musical tingles that mingle with my soul
and fresh renew it. From your heavens, luminous sound waves flow that surround to
inform and confirm the numinous ways You love me. My Dear Father, hearing my pleas,
will You give my music needs over to Your night that they might waltz arm in arm with
Your lullaby to then dance on high as twilight rapture music heals and soothes my cry
with divinities repertoire?
heaven composed tunes
play angelic instruments ~
natural talent
Your twirly wind chimes deep within me as its hymn flirts upon my titillated skin.
Your symphony of vague promise comes as wave notes again and again. As a
concerto I cannot harness, shadows volley tempo with Your moon, clouds float an
accompanying tune and instruments in Your orchestra build a crescendo of exciting
energy wherein my burdens float upon wonderous angels who hold them inside
their primal notes. Could I, Father, but lay here amidst Your comforting music, safe
from bruise and pain, I would gladly surrender all I am to be a hold note in the gold
sky of Your spirit-scored refrain.
galaxy music plays
pure soul comforting music ~
heaven rocks a jam
I used to have these memories
it's like they'd write themselves
sowing me into scenes I never remembered being in
A cross stitch hostage with
my eyes flashing against the midnight black
it's the time when the blood is the warmest
taught, handcuffed to a moving car
it races down these dead end city streets
with the radio catching nothing but static
and when we drive off the pier
I can still recall the same familiar song
it's mornings like this I drink to forget the night
the whiskey masks the stubble
the stubble masks the frown lines
empty stomach yields water and nothing more
how ancient these rituals are
I am little use to the living these days
regards to the heavens
I've taken to these gutters
watching ahead and I'm falling behind
so let the sun beat in
catching my pale white skin
and turning me to flame
your songs write themselves
from these fingertips
but my voice can no longer speak your name
these are your instrumentals
that I sowed myself into
I've missed you for so long now
I need to be a part of something
need to feel real again
On a cool afternoon for tea,
She sat in that chair,
Humming for our silence;
Her bones quivering the instrumentals
Within the ruffles of the skin.
When her tune came to an end,
She took time to turn our way.
Not because she felt obliged
That she had all the time in the world,
But because her youth had shredded
To make her nothing but one
Who hoped for time.
For the painstaking moments passed
And we locked eyes.
She fought her raging wrinkles to smile
And nod my way.
Perhaps she tried too hard
To say a decent goodbye.
One would think he keeps it
Because he has to.
We'd sit on the floor first
Before we touch that chair.
For it encases you,
Tightens its weight upon you
And hums so sweetly between the ear and soul,
The sounds of a sour, unsaid farewell.
Ideas instantly infest imaginations
& it could lead to inqueries
From imbusiles with iffy intelligence
There indecision will never get em
In position to be anything more
Than inconsistent, if that
Still irritated with my own irresponsibility
As an individual I intend to illustrate
Intellect that intercepts incorrect
Information before it can get, in a head
Incapable of storing it, because once it's said
Then it's left, to your own interpratation
I hate when idiots impolitely interrupt
With insignificant stuff that sounds ignorant
Inconvienent to hear
And impossible to understand
And has been insincere since the infancy
Of its inception, industries are built on if's
If you can do this for me, your in
If not someone else will happily fill your seat
Kick rocks
Inch by inch i introduce my intentions
To wreck wreckless MC's
That immatate me way to much
And this can lead to serious injuries
In a sleep only insomniacs would dream of
Now isnt that intresting,
I intervine on impressive instrumentals
In order to insert my two cents in
Justust because its inexpensive
All i's on me
Cherry-red lips paused behind the mic;
a white dress glittered in the stage lights;
a face looked like that of an ingénue,
as the eyes seemed chatoyant
behind the stage lights. Her mellifluous voice blended
so well with jazz instrumentals,
that she became cynosure. Time became still,
with exception of the audience’s heartbeat
beating in unison,
as though they had created an anthem
dedicated to her only – her lissome nature
could win an entire country’s votes!
There was something ineffable about her;
the aura she unleashed was screaming and demure
at the same time.
I saw a halo all around her,
as she sang about love,
like no one has ever sang before…
I looked around and saw faces
that could see what I was seeing.
Glamour she exhibited seemed sempiternal,
“She’s a panacea!” I screamed deep within my soul.
She then warmly looked at me,
as though she had heard my scream!
Inspired by "First light"
instrumental.
Green tape instrumentals
record by Evidence of Dilated
Peoples.
Plan my escape out the depths
of inferno
Time wasted as fast as
cigarettes burning
As a fan of this form of art,
back in the day
Listened, learnt, wrote a lot &
I've come to participate
Tailgate dreams, down the
highway of life.
Seems to be the only thing
right.
Roll the dice... Snake eyes...
Once again.
Times like these... Feel like
running low on oxygen.
Or maybe that's because my
lungs are charred.
Need to quit the old habits...
Get a fresh start.
Easier said, than done. Blaze it
up in the dark.
When this nicotine seems to be
sweet as a nectar.
Maybe that's because some
things don't change
Old habits ... are hard to
refrain. From.
Dope addicts know exactly
what I'm talking 'bout
Correct me if I'm wrong but I
ain't. That's a word of mouth
Sun climbing up the horizon
With a beautiful view ...
hypnotizing
1st light... First ray...
Sleepless night. Waiting on a
new day.
Stand all alone... Surrounded
by nothing
The quicksands of time shall
make me suffer
Even in a group of my closest
friends
Feels like I'm distant & all by
myself, Oh well
Guess it's just the way it's
meant to be
Lines cross & don't go parallel
eventually
Or maybe that's because I'm
just plain strange
But none of us on this planet
meant to be the same
We loose & gain... obtain &
conquer...
Then pray for forgiveness
becoming a monster
When it's too late... We start to
wonder...
How could've been the other
way around we ponder
4:30 in the morning... Wide
awake
For a breath moment street
lights darken & fade
With the ground being pulled
out from under my feet
Similar to waking up out 1st
stage of the sleep
Sun climbing up the horizon
With a beautiful view ...
hypnotizing
1st light... First ray...
Sleepless night. Waiting on a
new day.
Inspired by "Synth moments"
instrumental.
Green tape instrumentals
record by Evidence of Dilated
Peoples.
Without this! All is... completely
senseless,
Competing myself in search for
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know
what else there is.
I am! Defined by my own set of
values
Still keep denying the option of
failure
Withstand! Against the odds I
progress
When plot plans don't choose to
settle for less
When a poet writes all around
is illuminated
Would've never traded that
away nothing is greater
Gift granted to develop one
masters in time
Swift to fall these stars ain't the
ones to shine
Word is the strongest as he
goes with it
Moments like that are greatest
achievement
Vocab's not depleted "au
contraire"
Never did stop! Never will!
solemnly swear!
Kickstart frozen heart, blood is
pumping
For the love of this music it's all
or nothing
If a spark dies down that's
something to miss
Without this I don't even know
what else there is
Without this! All is... completely
senseless,
Competing myself in search for
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know
what else there is.
I stand! Through the hardship,
without complaining
Steadfast with my feet rooted
into the pavement
Barricaded, secure the
perimeter bravely
Hold ground till the very last
threat is eliminated
Chose to go against the force,
stay on course
Geared up & when it's time to
settle the score
Ready for war, if it comes down
to blood shed
One shot neutralizing the
enemy threat
Simple as that - it is, when it all
comes naturally
Sleepless nights to get this far
gradually
When in silence your heart is
the drum
And inside you shine bright like
the ray of the Sun
Thoughts collide, you try to
pick the right words
Feel alive! The muse giving you
the burst!
When it's gone... hands on the
clock freeze
Without this I don't even know
what else there is
Without this! All is... completely
senseless,
Competing myself in search for
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know
what else there is.