Best Madrigals Poems
Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
Categories:
madrigals, love, youth,
Form:
Free verse
I sleep
to visit You
in Your dreams,
oh my Esteemed -
a gauche novitiate,
there like a Laureate
You receive me
to learn Your secrets,
there wisdom is served
like as one planted,
seeded at a last feast,
where all can plainly see
myself ceded, the bread broken
the wine poured,
finally, the body of pride, broken,
You speak to me
of what Love is,
and what Love
has always been
now falls the soft wings of a dove
over the crimson and the white
melting petals over the pure
the shrouded body,
the body of
Vitae Lux
a white peacock sleeps upon a bed
of Cypress leaves, the stories bath it
in the Light, a ghost, unclearly seen
the ghost in You,
is the ghost of Love
inside me
now the crimson and the white
awakes in me, my mind
naked and glimmering
the Ghost
in You,
now writes me
as a word, into thee
pulls me upward
forward into You,
the 1 embracing me
I exist as Love
in Your kingdom
of divine music
I am
before
Your eyes
Your mirrored poetry
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Easter
Vitae Lux
(Love-Music-Poetry)
1.
Alfred Lord Tennyson. From “The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal” (Poem)
2.
Mealor: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal (Four Madrigals On Rose Texts) : Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal (Music)
Cypress tree. Symbolism, all.
Categories:
madrigals, i am, love, music,
Form:
Free verse
You find in the slime of indecency
The rotted hollow of an empty skull -
A mindless mind allows redundancy
Repeated repetitions till it's full.
Cogs in a wheel turning round on a run,
As sparrows share their madrigals at dawn.
The tulips muse about the idol, Sun,
Iconoclastic papal paragon.
Once baptised in the bounty of my birth,
Religion's regal razor ripped and flayed;
When double mothers claimed one child of earth
The mighty sword of Solomon was raised.
A wisp of willow in the wind will bend
As will the will of wiser men who found
The sterner tree is broken in the end
To join the lowly loam below the ground.
Categories:
madrigals, philosophy,
Form:
Quintain (English)
// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //
Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
Categories:
madrigals, appreciation, blessing, music,
Form:
Abecedarian
Silver box filled with madrigals
Winter song upon her heart
One single Orchid in her hand
Flower of bitter sadness
Panting for what is lost
Eyes blind in the darkness
Seeing what is left of love
Softly whispering his name
Reaching out for bitter sweet memories
Embittering herself for this pain
A sunset that she missed
Candle light now her company
They chattered before she left
The yellow Orchid on a grave
Untimely death of tender love
Nalanti Goosen©2012
All rights reserved
Categories:
madrigals, angst, death, funeral, life,
Form:
Free verse
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Categories:
madrigals, loveme, may, me,
Form:
A LETTER TO MY DISTANT LOVER
Dear friend,
I wish a gentle wind could rise from my deep self
and blow towards you humming my deepest wishes
on freely swaying tree branches
along the cool banks of a river which neighbors your home
and perhaps the birds nesting on a forest hunching above the river
would compose them into madrigals
and go perch on a Mosu tree by your home; singing for you
I wish an evening offshore breeze could carry my wishes along
through the gentle nights of Ramotswa towards you
and invade your midnight dreams
Dear friend, I always long to see you again
and sit there with you just to while away time
I, secretly scanning for love through lenses of your eyes
Your distant lover
Signed.
Date Posted: 05 January 2014
Categories:
madrigals, love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
You are the dream of my dream
Receive my smile to break ice
Kindle the flame of my wanderlust
Ye, my coppella madrigals
And my aurora borealis.
You are my Scandinavian winter
With encroaching dark evenings up
Until the snow creates the winter glow
Oh, some untouched places of Jamtland
You defy Swanky Girl-Butterscotch Dream.
Rough winds do shake you
My darling bud of May
But you stand upright
The eternal summer will not fade
You are my sweet, lagom.
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Eighth Placement
Contest: I love you because
Categories:
madrigals, i love you, love,
Form:
Epitaph
The golden daffodils are fading fast,
But beautiful the bank of bluebells bloom.
This stand of beech trees has a lime-green cast
As sulphur yellow, flowers the spiky broom.
There is a madness to the month of May
Young boys sing madrigals from Magdalen tower
Fa-la la-la la, fa-la la-la lay
As birds sing lustily hour on hour.
Around the maypole children gaily trip,
As bumble bees buzz loudly in the flower,
And grown men dance with handkerchiefs and sticks :
A sudden breeze; black clouds portend a shower –
"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May"
But soon enough, the sun will warm the day.
Categories:
madrigals, nature, seasons, spring, daffodils,
Form:
Sonnet
in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry
revlon lipgloss and hairspary. he is trying not to hear her headphones blaring fergy and she
is trying not notice the stains on his shirt.
he is thinking of neon exit signs and fishnet stockings on roominghouse madrigals who walk
gently in the street under the red lights like cranes on a concrete pond. she wants more
watermelon flavored chewing gum and to write endless pages about
vanishing teddybear boyfriends and fluffy heart shaped clouds.
the bus driver looks in her mirror at the pair and instantly thinks of rust on tinfoil. after that
the bus pulls slowly to the next stop at the community library, charles crookedly raises from
his seat and dissapears into the night... the end..
'it takes more than time to live to long' bukowski
Categories:
madrigals,
Form:
In a diverticulum of an untrodden boulevard
At sunset sings a lonesome diva
The evenings are vibrant with paeans
And the nights revel in melodious madrigals
She yearns to overcome these shackles
Even her beaus look askance!
Her nights are brimming with songs
But the somber dawns bring her sobs!!
Categories:
madrigals, life, love, parody, people,
Form:
in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry
revlon lipgloss and hairspary. he is trying not to hear her headphones blaring fergy and she
is trying not notice the stains on his shirt.
he is thinking of neon exit signs and fishnet stockings on roominghouse madrigals who walk
gently in the street under the red lights like cranes on a concrete pond. she wants more
watermelon flavored chewing gum and to write endless pages about
vanishing teddybear boyfriends and fluffy heart shaped clouds.
the bus driver looks in her mirror at the pair and instantly thinks of rust on tinfoil. after that
the bus pulls slowly to the next stop at the community library, charles crookedly raises from
his seat and dissapears into the night... the end..
'it takes more than time to live to long' bukowski
Categories:
madrigals,
Form:
Here comes Spring, sweeter than ever,
Come everyone and let us sever,
Sunlight finally returns in great mass,
The deer leaps on the tall grass,
Can you hear the trees speaking,
All the flowers are springing,
Ice breaks and the waterfalls cascade down,
Rivers smoothing out the soapy pebbles now,
Jolly ducks take a bath in the warm lake,
Frogs leaping on the lily pads as they shake,
Dragonflies and butterflies discover the new season,
Listen there, villagers dance with good reason,
Singing madrigals, beating drums and shaking tambourines,
Honey tastes far more sweeter than the tangerines,
Roses perfume the land,
Grapevines never looked so glad,
Again, Spring is here,
Shout out and give a loud cheer!
For the Gardens of Eden,
Ladybugs and laughter even.
Categories:
madrigals, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
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AUDIO: Song was written by a Hawaiian queen after her king dies overseas, sung by my cousin
*Tree is a Norfolk Island Pine
Our Last Hawaii Christmas
Our home looked like The Munsters house, above town road
the loft's great hall, tall tree stands near mom's grand
cut fresh from our Norfolk pine lot
distant, in the country --
colorful lights, bells, tinsels, and stuffed animals
through the french doors greet eyes beautifully.
Our curved hilltop driveway, white lights held each palm tree
six bay windows, rainbow-hued variables
the roof and dormers shone brightly
front stone stairs glowed, blued watt --
many had helped dad who meticulously planned
his trials made for a simple workload.
Our Christmas eve, *Lau Lau replaced Christmas ham mode
large gifts in the back of the tree, all fanned
while smallest stacked fronted their spot
freed tracks train chugs clearly --
mom wore reds and whites, played the grand, sung madrigals
it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine, in Hawaii.
*Lau Lau; a small cut of butterfish added to chopped Hawaiian salted pork, then wrapped in taro leaf, lastly, stem-tied-ti leaf-wrapped and (present-day method) in lieu of ti-leaf, foil paper is used then placed in a steam cooker.
*Twas to be our last Christmas in Hawaii (Big Island),
in ensuing months, we lost our home when our great hall
parlor drapes caught fire, our family then moved to
Bath, Maine as it was heartbreaking for our parents
to bear.
2020 December 28th
A Little Memory - My Invented Form
*2nd Place*
~~Constance La France
ALOHA, to our once trimmed Norfolk Island Pines
*Due to our departure, the pines is now a forest, too tall to sell, now hardly sold publically
Categories:
madrigals, childhood, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
In the canyon, deep and long,
The brook babbles Nature’s song
The silent, secluded valley profound
Is overflowing with that sound.
Yon the mountain, the meadows green,
With the pond of water still and serene
On the stilly full- moon night
The ripples reflect pallid light.
The black-bees are crooning,
The fireflies are shining,
An innocent, lonesome, lovelorn, lass,
Singing madrigals in the wilderness sobs!!
Categories:
madrigals, imagination, life, lost love,
Form: