Best Maestro Poems

Maestro – 4-23-24
Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple.  Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic.   Head of the Music School University of Washington.  Conductor of the University of Washington Symphony Orchestra.  Beloved Professor and so much more! 
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Maestro

Music flowed from...

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Composed, he walks towards the podium.
At first to applause, until a hush forms.
His heart beats like a water pump,
sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble.
Audience anticipates,
as he stands at the nexus of musical creations.
With a brief glance - nods and closes his eyes,
baton in...

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I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art,
And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart.

The noble old classic styles will never die, like the endless, hit parade of stars,
While the new ones add...

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“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- 
                             ...

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My Maestro, Oh Maestro,
the beauty of your love is a mesmerizing symphony
and like the performance of Pherekydes of Patrae,
you've led my heartbeats to a more perfect harmony,
with the passion from your heart's baton.

You set the tempo of our love as my Maestro,
and created the euphoric...

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maestro of crazed winds

seeks to have his music heard

challenges the waves





(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Early this morning, he sits hot front of my desk
Stared on him and questions accumulated, 
Why this, why that, why you attract my eyes
With your tasty-brewed-hot aroma which makes me uptight! 

Aged like the finest wine ever stacked
Distilled and refined from raw extracts, 
Extract which...

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I'll instigate an incident
Exaggerate significance 
Initiate a conflict 
Purely form of interest
Consider me an *******
Although I'm considerate 
Enough to let you speak
Until you prove that you're an idiot...

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I slip in unobtrusively 
and take a seat in back, 
the orchestra is tuning up, 
I open up my pack 
and take a rolled up magazine 
with which to play along, 
conducting is a passion 
I have had since I was young. 

The brass, the...

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Tryouts starring musical prodigies 
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus 
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook 
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking 
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity 
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin, 
manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording
transcribing...

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caught his eye, pursued me and we flirted ~ text him short and sweet poems.



2/25/21     Without Saying I Love You Poetry
                  JCB Brul

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The silence you note does not represent 
drought. It is frozen words under his pen.
Witness his Greatness tapping thoughts
surfing the sea, sailing on heights that us mere
mortals imagine unreal.  The ceaseless tapping 
goes on and on.

The tap-tapping goes on into silence
broken by a pause...

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When Johnny guzzled three ice-cold beers
   There dawned on him a feeling of fear
     He fled, but he couldn't hide
     Crossed a river a mile wide
   Burned out his motor ~ all in...

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grand maestro performs
summer's overture in full…
mauve aromatics



AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Front Page Pick 2020

Submitted on July 9, 2019 for contest HAIKU-HUE sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES  -  RANKED 1ST...

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I slip in unobtrusively 
and take a seat in back,
the orchestra is tuning up, 
I open up my pack
and take a rolled up magazine 
with which to play along,
conducting is a passion
I have had since I was young.

The brass, the woodwinds and the strings,
the tympani...

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