Best Minuets Poems


Premium Member Chalice of Night

Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues 
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue  
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;  

Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,  
as lilies glide inside slow gentle rain ....
Opuses of art in natures private Cul de sac
water vessel of grace, incumbent chalice of the night 
undulating sinuously towards the evening light 
none can duplicate the beauty of, your even flow;
 
Who knows who knows which way the gale winds blow 
but this I know,... no never have I seen
such incandescent fiery light, cleaving at the cusp of night. 

January 20, 2022 
Sponsor	Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name	The Chalice of Night
Categories: minuets, beautiful, nature,
Form: Rhyme

This Noisy Head I Live In

this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot going on and on about some girl that left
somebody is allways throwing trash out in the common area
little bits of some ancient relationship
small parts of some old mystery
just want to tell em all ''will you all please shut up"
stop that godawful freakin racket
some fool on the roof shouting poetry just when your drifting off to sleep
another idiot in the basement throwing monkey wrenches in the works
always somebody causing some kind of ruckus
just want to scream
"can we PLEASE get some peace and quiet for five minuets"
this crazy head i live in
i want to move
to some nice quiet country house
where you never hear a sound
peaceful with birds chirping
where i can get some rest
not this confounded noisy head i live in
not this apartment building of lunatics i call a mind
© Mark Junor  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: minuets, america, for her, funny,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Halcyon

Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon

Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
 In misty cloaks of tranquility
   Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow 
      In courtly minuets
           On adagio waves
Then lightly skim the face of the shore
 With twilight fragments
   Of fading mauve
As velvet vespers of soft chimes
Calm the ghostly wraiths of torrid afternoons
           With dusky balms,
To slowly stumble into mantles of lavender’s eiderdown 
  Wrapped in shawls of gently rocking barcaroles
As doves and nightingales
 	Sing remnants of dawn and dusk
                 Into lyric seams of rounded swells 
Capturing serenity in the cloth of fading light
 Shedding calm shadows on untroubled waters.
Categories: minuets, happiness, peace, water,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member Night To Morning

Night…to Morning
————————————-
Very often, 
my night hours
Keep awake,
Keep their occurrence
Until morning’s rise,
Keep their words 
Under darkness…and
Their poems wait,
Disregarding
Inspiration from
The luminant moon
In favor of the sun’s 
    birthing day.
I keep my sleep’s 
    dreams abloom 
In the acres of 
    gently waving,
 Vibrant yellow,  
Billions of sunflower
Petals
Opened to extend
    their beauty into the
Summer’s minuets —
Moving silhouettes —
Along the horizon…
So, so clear, even
To these sleepy eyes,
Through these 
    glistening tears.

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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/8/21
Thanks be to God
Categories: minuets, creation, dance, dream, imagery,
Form: Prose Poetry

The Volunteer

The call goes out, the horn it sounds.
                   Someones fight for life begins uptown.

         Most of us hear that horn from the safety of our home,
            not giving it a thought as it bellows out it's tone.
 
         But for a certain few, that sound means so much more.
    It's someones cry for help and that quick they're out the door..

      For their the Volunteers and my respect for them immense,
      when their out there fighting fires, no matter how intense..

                        The screeching of a wheel.
                       The sound of breaking glass.
                        Your entombed in your car 
                and you think that breaths your last.

           But a few minuets pass , as the roof it's cut away.
             You hear a friendly voice assuring you're OK. 
 
       They say our countries values , have gone a bit astray.
        I say that isn't true for volunteers are born each day.. 
 
         So if you hear that horn as you go about your way.
   Please take a couple minutes and Volunteer yourself to Pray...
Categories: minuets, giving, hero, inspirational, jobs,
Form: Free verse

It's Another Day

It's another day when 

the bed sheets are half kicked to the floor,
the pot is full of cold coffee,
the ash tray has another cigarette, 
the recycling bin has another Sunday paper, 
another dirty dish of scraps of food in the sink, 
the minuet hand is ten minuets past from 
from being late, 
the car is struggling to start, 
the time is ticking in traffic, 
the boss is scolding,
the co-workers are scoffing, 
the lunch consists of a soggy sandwich, 
the hours are consistently boring, 
the head throbs in ache, 
the shift goes on until evening, 
the key unlocks the door,
the home is a mess,
the mind is groggy. 

But it's another day still, 
and for that, I can smile.
Categories: minuets, life,
Form: List


The Birth of Jesus Christ

Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave, 
Everything to the other, 
In energetic zealous rave.

Heaven and earth co-aligned, 
Stars shone just on them,
Nature whispered unabashed,
As their voice was of 1000 men.

Morality and good were with themselves, 
Unmarried yet with child,
But they knew their baby’s genotype, 
His personality, meek and mild.

In fear of reputations pull,
They adjoined him with God, the divine, 
And accosted the shepherds interest:
The people, the folks on the vine.

There had been predicted, 
By the world’s predictive prophets,
A saviour by name of Jesus Christ,
In etymology’s linguistic minuets.

This man was to be the saviour, 
Of the then known world from doctors,
Who only treated the rich and not,
Those who to them were doctor callers.

The baby’s name was already up for question, 
And Joseph had complete discernment, 
There was a census of the population, 
Which Joseph completed with endearment. 

There was no god to whisper a name,
His parents had to decide on his needs, 
They had to determine the appropriation, 
Of the prophesies and the creeds. 

So they maybe called him Jesus Christ, 
As false as false could be, 
And that he became such bold and true,
Is due to his own credibility. 

Although in life he may have been confused, 
About his birth name from Mary’s heart, 
He had twelve close friends and brothers, 
Who helped his career start. 

These disciples were to me colleagues, 
Of the man who could heal, 
And for a first mover in equal care, 
Twelve is a respectable peal. 

So Jesus became Jesus Christ, 
By his own work and thought, 
And to know this is to have 
Knowledge of history taught. 

This historical Jesus makes most sense,
Navigates literature’s demands, 
Gives interpretation its true space, 
And issues no religious commands. 

Understanding the Jesus meme, 
Depends on reading about the child, 
Accepting his parents circumstances, 
Forming the context of the ancient world.
Categories: minuets, child, christmas, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme

Ending Moonshine

Ending moonshine      

We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of 
nights                                                              
Here, where we hear no whispers in the mist and the wind,
Still a pilot looks beyond western skies     
To where the moon is full and red, 
But calm are the emotions held inside 
While she waits for the passing of night

Budapest seems far from Bangladesh, too far like the eye from the heart,
Yet the moon and stars shine lucent beams                     
Into the darkness that is bathed in shadows
By the rays from kingdom come,
But to her remains a gloom of night 
And the calm of evermore

Idol songs are bequest to her ears
When obscure is this early twilight, 
And take note of sounds when minuets expire 
And wind blows away the night,
But at what shall look when our moon appears
To hold off the early light

Buried in the silence did wake the day 
Cluttered by whispers of a dying night,
But listen, now deep in the mist of morn  
Lays abandoned her silken veil 
Beneath the ascending sun

            By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Categories: minuets, fantasymoon, , western,
Form:

Truth More Mighty Than Strong

Animation...imagination,
what's your subjective fixation?

Character's caricatured,
what's the true meaning of culture?

Silhouette's dancing their empty minuets
walking chalklines... trying to forget,
aoristic encumbrance trapped by horizon
self requited state,inescapable oblivion...

Disillusioned by glamours firework spectacle
existing amongst the crowded theatrical,
hard to distinquish the real from the unreal
only to settle for compromised deals...

Truth and error...more than,right or wrong,
mighty is the truth,more mighty than the strong
subjective truths from undeveloped compartments,
objective of the soul,is to form at-one-ment...

Our humanity shouldn't become such a detriment,
all we need is a little enlightenment...
Categories: minuets, philosophy
Form: Free verse

Premium Member I Remember

I remember how it is like to be in kindergarten
When life was easy and I never worried
About how they thought of me or the pimple on my forehead
Whether I was tall enough or short enough
I could walk up to anybody and we would be friends in a matter of minuets 
There were no mean girls and bad boys
Nobody complained about seeing each other in our stained clothes
Or our yogurt covered faces
All we had was time to play with each other
Climbing up the jungle gym or sliding down into mud puddles
We would swing high on the swings to see who would go highest.

How I miss those days
How I miss the mind of kindergartner that I had
If I could have it back indeed I would
The mind that cannot hate or envy
That does not know what revenge is.
Categories: minuets, friendship, life, youth,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Dance of the Spheres

Dance of the Spheres

As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way
The music of Heaven’s spheres vibrates harmonies -
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.

With solar breezes astral tarantellas dip and sway
Celestial instruments in tune for moonlit symphonies
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way.

Adagio storms of fantasies through stardust cadence play
While cosmic timpani compose the choreography -
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.

Star dances of the seasons rotate in theaters of great plies
While heavenly chimes call the vesper’s dance in rhapsodies
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way.

Sparks of shattered fireballs take their place - the astronomic stage -
The pulsing planet steps with the eternal dance card agree
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.

In arabesque my spirit leaps to join the spheres ballet
The rotating company in lines - jettes of crystalline astronomy,
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.
 
3-1-22
Contest: An Original Villanelle
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
N/A 3/3/22

9-19-22
Contest: Your Second Chance Second Submission
Sponsor: Sotto Poet

The Villanelle was originally a Spanish/Italian Renaissance dance song.  The French poet Jean Passerat is credited with writing the first “modern” villanelle in 1606.
Categories: minuets, community, dance, stars,
Form: Villanelle

Premium Member Until It Is All Gone

I sit in the empty school cafeteria 
Watching the floors being mopped 
By a dark skinned worker in jeans and a bandana
Taking in the smells of disinfectant

The tables and chairs are all lined up like soldiers
Awaiting the battle cries
The clock yells out eleven fifteen AM
Forty-five minuets to the charge

The animals in the forest 
Smell the red meat and 
Are licking their lips in anticipation
While circling the surrounds
Looking for the enemy
               For their friends
For the opposite sex
       And for a safe haven
All in one glance

The animals 
See and take in the smells of the opposite sex
Beyond the disinfectant
And red meat
Making small talk 
And eating faster 
Until it’s all gone and 
They go to their next class battle

The animals in the forest 
See and take in the smells of the opposite sex
Beyond the disinfectant
Making small talk 
Until it’s all gone.
Categories: minuets, funny, red,
Form: Free verse

Music

Music intersects your soul with mathematical connotations
It is both logarhythmic and exponential in its ability to heighten or diminish moods
to multiply or reduce emotions
to cause enjoyment as well as reflection or introspection
 
Music brings joy to many people
as well as painful remembrances of times past,
of moments lost and of memories which cannot be regained or recollected
 
Music can bring a feeling of exhiliration and to some a feeling of aloness or sadness or isolation
 
Music can help synthesize the senses so that they function heuristically in a predetermined fashion
 
Music can help inundate the eyes with a swath of lights, reflections and of shapes of beautiful glowing instruments:
 
The vibrant strings of the guitar, the cello, and the violin, the violincello, and the harp.
 
The crisp shrill happy sounds of the flute, piccolo, saxophone, and trombone,
 
The emergent strokes of the melodious piano which coalesce around symphonies, overtures, minuets, and rhapsodies, accompanied by a cadre of accompanying instruments which follow various harmonius accompaniments.
 
The tasteful notes which follow sequentially in both ascending and descending order
 
The touchy lyrics which link to your soul in a magical vibrancy and take you to secret destinations of peace, tranquility, and of meditation, within your mind.
 
Music helps to reconcile feelings or emotions
 
Music helps to quantify and add notes to mathematical abstractions which jump out and leap out of the pages of well orchestrated music in a cascade of sounds of distinct and effervescent clarity.
 
Music's effect on the mind and the soul is both pervasive and everlasting and soothing, while in other it is sadfully but roughly elusive.
 
I love music.
Categories: minuets, happiness, music, uplifting,
Form:

And We, the Bad Seed

And we, the bad seed, 
will follow with impulse
of devil games in sweet
compulsions.

And we, the bad seed,
our hearts swell like 
filled balloons that is to burst.

Excitement shakes and eagerness
is never ending- one and one
crime after another.
We come to 
cross the invisible line
under the eyes who watch us
furiously.

We watched the blurry scenes of life flash on by,
and felt the shooting pains
that lasted only minuets.

But when those minuets passed, it was all forgotten.

These spirits (who watched us with
curious and angered eyes) push and drag
our souls, (wrestling us to the ground)
and we shake with the hands
of Devil himself.

The pain storms in through infinite
lingering waves of time,
and justice is served hot,
hot enough to blacken the skin to crisp.

- Cursed is the name that is given
in Hell.
Categories: minuets, death
Form:

Premium Member Sunset Shimmers

The sun softly shimmers with gold glimmers  
Sanguine sunsets dance such marvelous minuets 
Turning ruby red, he briefly bled 
'neath stunning skies, it seems as though daylight dies 
Revived, reborn each misty morn 
With radiant rays, he deftly displays 
Dawn's luminous light in flourishing flight 


 
December 3, 2021 ~ Alliterisen 2 Contest  
 Photo #3  ~  Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllable Sequench ~  10-12-9-11-8-10-10
Syllables verified on HowManySyllables
Rhyming verified on RhymeZone
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: minuets, sunset,
Form: Verse
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