Best Mezzo Poems
Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh,
Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso,
Take-outs growing mould beside my cello,
It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale memo,
Landlord shrieks for rent in high *falsetto,
“Maybe next week”, I sing back in *mezzo,
I pour a long-cracked mug of prosecco,
Next doors jazz flows, Nina Simone’s echo,
That paints the canvas bright gold and yellow.
* Chaise Longue – A long chair
* Falsetto – high-range singing voice
* Mezzo – ‘middle” in Italian (middle range for female singers)
07/11/22
Monomixorhyme and Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
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Categories:
mezzo, art, music,
Form:
Monorhyme
"Music of the Sky"
Sputtering awkwardly to conquer the first morning's air
While they wake up all around your flower garden
Promoting an ambiance to a cloudless sunrise
The emboldened Wood Swallows begin their song
The crack of dawn smiles at you who can't help to smile back
An enticement to join the activity
You are a photographer in America
As your own version to birds of paradise begin
To tickle your ear with intermittent chirping
The fluttering songbirds sing beautifully in soprano
Calling for their unresponsive partner, it might as well be you
To keep them company for a morning babbler who is radiant
Lifting up your spirits
Showing reluctance for leaving them
But the robins and sun birds deserve attention too
It is you who must take flight now
A kingdom in your continent while everyone puts on a show
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Mezzo-soprano masterpieces offer sweet sounding competition
To lure you in their direction
You are pulled so many ways and yet
There is no wrong way to go
Tons of free spirits in North America beckon
With fancy allurement for you
A males feathers spread out
Fascination grows with each sensation to snap a shot
Your patience is well worth the waiting
Redeemed by the call of the magpies
But the worst part of the day is to come
When it has the urge to turn into night
And the music of life will cease
Those nocturnal beauties will be punished
By your absence they go unappreciated
For eight hours while you sleep
A frown composed on your face as you sink to your bed
And there you will settle for the chirping of crickets
Categories:
mezzo, life, nature, america,
Form:
Free verse
I deem it important to attend church for my spiritual maturation.
I really savor the fellowship of a loving and caring congregation.
I especially relish the potluck suppers and other social interactions,
But even in this worshipful scenario, there are bound to be distractions!
Now, I don't mind the preacher pounding his pulpit to gain attention,
Or the occasional "amen" from a dear sister for her comprehension,
But that feller across the aisle who always sings off-key and out of tune,
Sounds like a murder of cranky crows or an out of sync bassoon!
I thrill at a great rendition of "How Great Thou Art" by the choir,
And the crescendo of the organ as it grows higher and higher.
Even the woman belting out her mezzo-contralto doesn't bother me so,
But that feller across the aisle who murders "Amazing Grace" has got to go!
I can tolerate little children who holler and scream now and then,
Or the occasional raucous ringing of a cellphone now and again,
But I approach congregational singing with little or no anticipation,
When that feller across the aisle brays, "The Churches One Foundation!"
I don't mind the snoring of the guy who occupies the pew behind me,
And I can abide the pastor's profound homilies to a certain degree.
But how I dread to hear that feller's odious and tuneless strain!
(I suppose I could move to another pew to ease my Sabbath bane!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
mezzo, funny
Form:
Rhyme
It’s the middle ground,
a luscious sweet spot.
Mellow medium,
leaving you aligned.
Rhythm in balance.
Just the pitch pipe,
sound permeates.
Kindling on fire,
enough to toast.
Not too high,
not too low..
alto flames.
Main source,
mezzo
tone.
Categories:
mezzo, emotions, feelings, music,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Sun revolves around the Earth,
Isn’t that a curious phenomenon?
There are rules and laws since I’ve taken birth
You have to follow, you can’t run.
Within my mother’s womb, as a foetus
I floated from one wall to another.
Now the entwining rules eat us
The prodigious list only grows longer.
For the brotherhood is neither meringue
Nor the notes of a mezzo
Where has the love gone, I rue,
Locate it, I’ll find the boat to row.
There can be no discipline, no love,
Until the conscience strikes
It would neither come from twitter followers,
Nor from facebook likes!
Categories:
mezzo, analogy, childhood, class, desire,
Form:
Concrete
All is Loneliness
Song title that tells the truth
About your life, Janis
Born in Texas,
You seemed more at home in San Francisco
Or Portland with your rock and your blues
Your mezzo soprano vocals
Lit up the stage
You were electric!
Full Tilt Boogie Band
Kozmic Blues and Big Brother
Would have failed without you
Cheap thrills
Pieces of My Heart
And Ball and Chain would have never made it
You were here a mere twenty-seven years
But what a legacy!
You brought us the blues in a big way!
Cheap thrills
Song title that reflects your
Heroin overdose death, Janis
Categories:
mezzo, music,
Form:
Free verse
Jimi Hendrix-Played electric guitar with his teeth and left hand
Ripped through scales, held notes, used flames on stage on command
Janis Joplin- Rolling Stone—Her cover enthralling ”Me And Bobby Magee”
Mezzo-soprano vocals and an "electric" stage presence that’ll ever be
Mama Cass- Of "The Mamas And Papas" Singer Alto—perfect pitch
“California Dreamin” rumor she choked on a ham sandwich
Mama Cass was in the club too
but kicked her out because she was 32!
Jim Morrison- “L.A. Woman” His presence quite a sight to see
The Doors, his band, Jim’s buried in a famous Paris cemetery
Amy Winehouse- Jazz singer—her deep, expressive contralto vocals
New York bluesy new Motown sound, knew she’d die young say the articles
Kurt Cobain-Modern day Rock Icon died
lead singer & guitarist of Nirvana, by suicide
Although rumor has it was Courtney Love
Kurt’s death meant he joined the fabled 27 club
A few of “The 27 Club” Rock Stars that rocked me!
A dormant sadness erupts in me when their songs are played
Rock Stars are noted for their high-risk lifestyles
Admissions free—no cover charge!
Categories:
mezzo, celebrity, culture,
Form:
Couplet
Time is the greatest, yet cruelest composer,
It has already written its own melody on us.
Our wrinkles and scars are its notes,
Our skin is its sheet,
And our body is its instrument.
Although, you're so far, far away,
I can still hear your music
Crystal-clearly.
It resonates gently, swirls whisperly
Through ages and lands.
Your melody is consist of the sweetest
And most enchanted harmonic minor scale.
The tempo is between andante and largo,
Yet the dynamics is neither pianissimo,
Nor mezzo-forte; just perfect.
Strumming those golden strings
Which evoke those soft, vibrating sounds,
Your music is calling me from the distance
Embracingly and overwhelmingly;
Never let me go.
I know so well your music; by heart.
It's echoing and reverberating in my mind.
So, if I ever lost all of my senses,
I would say I do not need any of them;
Just the two of my hands
For making music on
The most precious instrument of Time.
Before everything vanishes.
Categories:
mezzo, art, love, music, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Who's voice meatus
with a sweet tenors
tone
which words are sung
so lovely
so smooth and sweet
Nonet Musette?
Atonal Baroque?
Vivace Trill Trombone?
uh, you don't know
Rubato Tutti?
Meatus Tablature ?
sweet, sweet tone
do you have interest
in the clefts notes, huh?
does the whiskey from de Tablature
calm you want mi?
Sensual sounds of a Clap Happy crowd,
yes which sung is sung
that which is played is danced to
yet this is the Minuet Mezzo,
who's mask is perfection
and who's face shall be revealed
this very Minuet Mezzo!
Must the Bass Note keeper
make the Cleft Note Keeper
smile, for one then to hear
them together?
Article Seven B', from the Works of Hussy, copyrighted 1856, She Chopped the forest down to create the perfect Bassoon, she found fun in a Dogwood tree. She became angered when An artist used one of her Bassoons to serenade his new lover. When a fella in the crowd took her away from where the tomato's were she was heard saying, " he so stupid, darling: he so stupid!"
She tossed tomatoes at him when he Played " Must be Love" to his fiancé.
Categories:
mezzo, celebration, celebrity, character, creation,
Form:
Classicism
CLAMP OR REVAMP IT
God damn, why did God damn me?
His mistreatment is anything but vague
My disappointment is to an Extravagant degree
As I plod on through plague after plague
It would seem that God has put a clamp upon my heart
And my head in a vice that is a device of devouring depression
His aggression is of a grievous magnitude
While caution is caught between sense and idiocy
In a sea of sequestration
An orchestration with a mezzo soprano singing of stinging sorrow
Until tomorrow tempts me with a tempo I cannot seem to follow
And a rhythm of reprehensible in-sensibilities
Its notes go unnoticed and negated by this man born of condemnation
In a nation no one knows about
And exists only on a map of misery
Where mystery mounts a fierce campaign
As champagne is poured from the mouth of an unjust jug
I am God’s voodoo doll
And each pin makes my head spin
Okay God, you win
Well, I suppose there was never a chance for me to conquer God’s quick wit and wisdom
And fight against a fearsome force proclaimed
With an arrow aimed toward the heart his clamp takes precedence over
God damn, God has damned me to destitution
With a winsome wave of his ungodly hand
My life of misery has no viable solution
But then again, this is what God himself has planned
© 2012…...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
mezzo, angst, god, me, god,
Form:
Free verse
video of "Ironic" is for my 'Cinco De Mayo' contribution.
Alanis Morissette, emotive mezzo-soprano voice
and confessional songwriting with a feminist’s choice
Canadian, nineties rock-star famous for Jagged Little Edge
Raw naked cringe-y to the profound, empowering by virtue I pledge
(She’s helped countless women and girls to find their voices, to speak out, and to take up space)
Thank you India
symbolizing spiritual awakening and enlightenment
Thank you terror
acknowledge the challenging and painful aspects
Thank you disillusionment
of life that can lead to growth and wisdom
Thank you frailty
highlight vulnerability and accountability as essential
Thank you consequence
components of personal development
Thank you silence
suggests finding peace and clarity through
introspection and contemplation
let go of something burdensome, which ultimately leads
to personal growth and transformation
A pivotal moment, represents as a turning point
where she gains a new perspective and begins to understand
the value of forgiveness, living in the present, and embracing her own divinity
How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
blame the moon, release unriquited love and like a bird that doesn't know where their home is, fly away
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?
Thank you frailty
The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
signifies emotional release and catharsis,
suggesting that facing and processing emotions
is crucial for personal evolution
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence
Ladies sing along with the goddess Alanis
Thank U Providence
Thank U Canada
Thank U Alanis Morissette
Categories:
mezzo, celebrity, cinco de mayo,
Form:
Clerihew
Ah- Uh!
Wha: wha!
She creid outloud.
A hidious sound for a Mezzo-soprano to make.
I covered my ears as she
creid at the dissapointment
of not being the leading Malo.
I told her the role was for a malo.
She wrote me a letter asking
me to rewrite the lead.
Bah! I spoke to her
to re allow her to be coherent.
She called me days later and asked for a co-leading role.
I told her the Solo's were for
Malo' she : said' curse Malo: whom ever he is
or whomever he pretends to be!'
" you wish him hired, might you eat sausages and fart
while slapping his back saying : ATTABOIS!"
Me: Me I am the perfect one!
When I told her no;
she made this hidious sound with her voice.
I recorded her bellowing and used a flute to make sound of it.
I then discovered that a moody bassey woodwind sound decribed her best.
The Woman; (censored) Me! Me! I'm the best; Ah-oh: ah-oh!
Categories:
mezzo, music,
Form:
Ballad
Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state
I love the touch of man-made materials
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when cloth unites with the subtle texture of painted wood
the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous
But then I play my cello silently
it groans in soft delights
the audience wriggles in their seats
heaven itself can’t contain the beauty of the subtle pianissimo
“Hush,” I said to the multitudes, they became quiet
I played a blue cello; a golden muted trumpet accompanied me
we began with a melodic mezzo piano playing with restrained bird calls
softly the bird songs sat above lilting melodious notes
Notes carry one toward into soulful ecstasies
long panoplies of chords flow like water into a placid lake
cellos then come to the fore filling out the symmetry of music
the full composition is luscious manna to the ears and soul
Chaotic chords flow to their beginning
returning to resolve to the tonic
to peaceful respite like humans require
to final rest
Categories:
mezzo, music,
Form:
Free verse
Sits beside his window, his red-rimed eyes
Unseeing
In his mind are sunsets and rainbows,
And shining stars in the dense cold blackness
Of space
He listens to the laughter of children, mixed
With the static roar of the engines
Of ancient warplanes,
And longs for the cool, loving caress
Of the sea
He dreams of a place where every decision
Is right,
And every game played
Is won
And the mezzo-forte of day diminishes
To the pianissimo of dusk, he wonders,
Did I do it right ?
May I play
Again ?
Categories:
mezzo, absence, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Friday night is for rehearsal
sac in air, before
it breaks— breath out
into the soft dew
itching palms on our head.
Soon the baritones will arrive
stuffing music with tonic notes
for me to ride:
the terrors of solmization
& unbridled pitch sounds.
Boys says Sunday without your
mezzo-sopranos is like a
metaphor of plus-nine terrors
—pounded noise
cooked in a lour supper.
But the pontiff won't heed.
Please sing alongside with me,
the Lord's song is becoming
pitching and modulating
rock and pop
touring on one voice.
Excel Chinagorom Michael
Categories:
mezzo, feelings, pride,
Form:
Free verse