Best Mozart Poems
Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight of the blue sky.
within her boneless flesh,
the artist grumbles severely,
in a strained, velvety voice,
jumping into the air.
Prima picture goes away,
with feeble equine acclaim,
the nest of the forlorn swan,
embracing an ethereal dawn.
Whimsical soprano,
barely etched in matte black,
diploid remains,
a flawless fleck of fascinating fright.
Rakish Requiem for an,
unrequited magnum opus,
rushing on pinewood stains,
on the cusp of collapse.
As she droops on the ladder,
the impresario draws the
opera curtains closer,
while soothing music,
numbs her toes.
When Requiem strolls,
across the stage to the tune of
Mozart pianissimo,
he manages to pull off,
fulfills a task with accuracy.
2nd place contest winner
Music is life and life is the muse
she leads us shows us how to fuse
happiness in every realm
just put music at the helm
throw aside those traps and reins
come with me and ease your pains
you think too much come have some fun
hold out your arms,let music come
you can't hold her ,force her ,mold her
you can't ever even scold her
she is with you or she's not
you have no choice
it's just your lot.
so give it up and let it lie
come with me and touch the sky
and when we touch back on the ground
the staff will fill
we'll write it down.
He is listening to Mozart with his feet up,
too mature to get into all the drama anyhow.
There are fluffy marshmallows in his cocoa cup.
their work has been done for a fortnight now.
Mrs. Claus comes in and asks "Do you know where....?"
and he replies, "I do not know, and I do not care."
His great-great-great-great-great-great grandson as boss was no whim.
He trusts him completely as his great great great greats trusted him.
He gets up to get the Chex Mix and asks his wife if she wants some and of course it is his specialty, and so she does.
He smiles at the memories of things that he remembers, that always started out with the best book and the word 'Twas".
They hear the current Santa yelling out orders, and Santa smiles,
relieved all of his stress is long gone from his body, and his soul.
He had his days and they were marvelous, but now it is someone else's turn to represent the goodness of the North Pole.
His eyes close, and he visualizes all the fun he had.
Glad he can still remember.
Also glad he took yoga, ice fishing, tobogganing, pilates, zumba, and meditation in the month of November.
Because frankly up until a week ago he was not letting all this frantic and frolic go easily.
Convinced that all of the world childrens' happiness is entirely "up to me!"
MOZART
Many little girls and boys in recital play your tunes
Obscuring beauty that recalls sonatas and blue moons
Zeal makes up for mastery as parents all look on
As their children murder what was once a lovely song
Rapt applause and eager hands remind us of your wit
Tickled you would listen even as some children spit.
On Day 8 of Creation,
God stretched out his hand,
And in a voice that
echoed and roared
and came from his core
He spoke to the whole of the land:
“Let there be Mozart and golden retrievers,
these gifts I grant to mankind:
The gift of music and the gift of mirth
A bit of heaven to enjoy on earth
And last through recorded time."
Upon hearing what you heard
And relayed with such devotion,
The soul arises as a bird from a puddle,
Shaking off its present absorptions,
Abandoning its own reflection,
Drawn toward an infinite horizon,
It's nudged along by wind-borne petals,
Entranced by a piercing blue
In a sheer, receptive sky.
I l o v e the classical music of MOZART- it sweeps me up with its energy,
oh, those violins so delicate and powerful and e m o t i o n a l . . .
closing my eyes I am transported and I am a BALLERINA in one of his opera's,
the music comes in waves of sensuality, suffering, and b e a u t y.
Simple melodies of the piano, t e x t u r e d and deep with tears,
so much pain in his heart is laid out in the notes that I want to w e e p . . .
I feel your sorrow MOZART- in each e n d u r i n g serenade and cadence,
oh, I could l i s t e n to his symphonies for all of eternity.
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February 2, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/"Mozart and Me"
Copyright Protected, ID 8720-52-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Music To My Soul,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
"Mozart's music is so pure and beautiful that
I see it as a reflection of inner beauty
in the universe."
Quote by - Albert Einstein
With Mozart classical music my mind floats,
it has been said that it will make me smarter,
my mind drifts, sways, meanders on waves and notes.
In fact, Mozart has become my safe harbor
where inspiration and words are sailing boats,
and while gliding I put my thoughts in order.
I also like Strauss, Beethoven and Chopin,
and thus, my creativity is open.
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September 05, 2022
Poetry/Ottava rima/Mozart Fills My Mind
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-520-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Ottava Rima
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 10/02/2022
Ninth Place
MOZART
MUSIC to my heart...
for the melody and harmony is perfect!
ORCHESTRATE and compose, a rhythm so sweet
ZEALOUSLY filled with devotion and full of life
AND THE HYMNS and tones will be synchronized
RIGHT at this moment, what I've felt is love
THE SONG itself that touches one's heart
fills the emptiness inside!
Wolfgang Mozart waved baton,
With a sonata to impart.
The Queen of the Night moved no pawn,
Her Magic Flute rather tart,
Somewhat testy a la carte.
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very creative mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think the word I'm thinking of is "vegetate"
However, this word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from it can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well, to begin, normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie at the theatre not hold my interest
They are non productive hours
I know, you must be thinking, "poor soul!"
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me
Although at times it can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current outlet
I have no idea what could possibly come next
Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can nursery workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEpicted?
Pictures of animals can be very DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
I've heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
© Jack Ellison 2013
a coat of stars
on a shiny night you
wear
and thrive in #'s (almost)
everywhere
Mozart taught you to sing
everything
recite poetry
and greet those
who stumbled in
you are precious
to me
yet so hated
they patent your name
for poison
and rage
Starlicide
now
half of what you were
your murmurations
still
smoke the sky
just not here
this year
my dear
my darling
Starling
Wolfgang Mozart wolfed in haste,
A poetic sonata serene,
Harmonizing in good taste—
Finally finishing in canteen,
For a fix of caffeine.
Wolfgang Mozart makes no bones,
The audience not realizing,
He painted harmonic tones,
Spellbinding, yet not surprising,
Tunes so mesmerizing.
IM "MOZART"
ORCHESTRA "ART"
AURA "SPARKS"
READ MY JOURNAL MY Notes COME TO "LIFE"
YOU'LL HEAR THUNDER "STRIKES"
LIGHTNING FLASHES WHEREVER YOU "ARE"
TURN THE ROOM INTO "NIGHT"
AN YOU'LL SEE THE "STARS"
DARK CLOUDS THE STORMS "COMING"
THE RAIN SHOWS MY "SUFFERING"
I love THE STORMS CAUSE THEY MUSTER MY STRENGTH & "MUSCLE"
Thunder TURNS TO "MUSIC"
The Orchestrator conducting his Own "MOVEMENT"
HATERS STAND IN THE CROWD AN I STILL "MOVE" THEM!!!!
Don't need no applause I take my own STANDING "OVATION"
While the music of my heart gives me "MOTIVATION"
WELCOME TO MY "SIMULATION"
THIS JUST "PREPARATION"
Angels in HEAVEN TRUMPETS THEY "PLAYING"
I got the devil covering his "EARS"
THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL "FEAR"
In HEAVEN I GOT THE THRONE "SHAKING"
IM A WORK OF ART OF GOD "CREATION"
See music started in HEAVEN IN THE "BEGINNING"
See I'm here now on Earth writing "COMPOSITIONS"
An Lucifer still got his "RHYTHM"
MUSIC BLEEDS IN ME AN I KEEP GETTIN "INTUITIONS"
The beat flow in my veins
an I'm feeling "EUROPHIC"
ALL THE WAY TO MY Brain
An I write in Lucifer "KITCHEN"
I got lucifer "LISTENING"
I'm on JUPITER "TRANSITIONING"
To another planet to Descend "In"
My gift from GOD cause I unwrap the present to "present" it
Unwrapping the gold "RIBBONS"
I love the "Drama"
Cause my life is a "Opera"
You would think I went to the school of "Hogwarts"
An I was Harry "Potter"
Against lord "Voldemort"
GOD my teacher that's "Dumbledore"
This is a Lions "ROAR"
TRIBE OF JUDAH A LION WITH A "SWORD"
I'm with the Thunder GOD THE SON OF "THOR"
An I throw Thunder in this "WAR"
Crossed the Red Sea to the "SHORE"
I'M ALIVE