Best Notes Poems
Her trembling twilight
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged—
locked in arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon—
this sorrowful songbird
who sings with the shattered purity
of violin strains falling from Heaven
finds her bemoaning musical notes adrift—
lost on breezy deaf days
as she is once again thrown down
from the self-serving skyscape
by the hateful hands of wildcat winds.
In the deep inkwell
of lullaby-less lonely nights
where never a tender nursery rhyme
has ever set her free
are memories scribed of storm-battered days
and weighing heavily on Libra’s scales
are the injustices
of dreams she will never live
nor flights of fancy she will never take
as her sire of solar scorch and temper flare
—a warpath warrior against her springtime
sleeps soundly on a bloated bed
over-stuffed with betrayal and broken promises
while her merciless maternal moon—
distant and cloud covered
does not bother to wander the coal haze
with a lantern’s sharp beam
to cut through stranglehold-folds of darkness
to cast a light upon; to rescue her fractured form—
an angel beckons as breath and beat fade
her guardian as she passes through Earth's shadow
beyond the coldness of mother-moon's umbra
following to where warm sugar-stars soprano sing.
Tonight— a stricken sparrow
folds her fledgling wings never to fly again…
will land or air ever miss her?
When things get rough
Music takes me away
Whether, notes fall with tears
Or melodies relax me,
I am released from all
That overwhelms me
The music carries me,
When burdens are too heavy
The songs peel away layers of pain
I travel to the place, music takes me
As I listen, the pain lessens
My heart a little lighter
My mind a little clearer
My soul filled with air
In this life I breathe
I can move on with strength
To do what I must do
I look back on my footprints
Impressions of musical notes
Are left shining on my path in life
For every step, music led my way
For every breathe I took,
With each tune I heard
For every tear I cried that healed me
I am alive, with every song to be heard
Heidi Sands
6/10/18
"In my fragile little ship, I sail, sail
In the tempestuous sea of life
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast"~ by poet
Breathing in and out the notes of life,
from first cry to last sigh, you sing
you sing.... unbeknownst
unbeknownst to you as to
what tunes and notes of life
you will be singing..
but you keep singing... taking cues
taking cues from the
rhythm of the twirl of time.
As you warble to the ticking of time
sometimes...
a melody is created
and the moment becomes lovely -
when your hum is harmonious to
the rhythm, tempo, and dynamics of life.
Listening to that melody - so sweet,
buds of love and peace bloom straightaway
in vibrant colours
to savour and celebrate
the beautiful moment:
a moment as beautiful
as the sweet smile of a child
and as peaceful as the
stillness of a meditation hall.
At times, your voice cracks
you sing outside the range
hitting the wrong note...
and.........oh........
you slip down the stairs
the last step extending down to
the hassles and hard times of life...
like a banana peel
in an already slippery road,
like a dust in the eye
that blurs your vision,
like that of a Wordle game
that leaves you totally clueless.
Such wrong notes
in your song of life
leave you in dismay
like a torn page in a book:
you get dejected, dispirited, and disheartened
and a confused state of mind follows.
But you know you should not stop
you need to ignore the wrong note you struck
not a wince, blink or a pause..
you have to just move
on and on...
and get your mojo back
to continue carolling
the rest of your notes of life
in accordance to the
rhythm of time...
Date: 02/24/2022
'F' form - Free verse - New - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Life
First Place
Poem Of The Day on 02/24/2022
Love Notes in a Bottle
It came as a last meandering thought
How could I know?
Maybe a thousand years from now
On a far away shore
Would exist a lady of mystical lore
Reciting sonnets of medieval tales
In magic forests, dreaming of love
As I love
Who could feel a bond so delicate as a doves feathers
A pain so strong, like a tiger wronged
That to part would mean emotional low tides to come
That she could feel the loneliness of night
The scent of the morning dew
The feeling of rain upon ones breast
The smell of the rose
The view of the meadows
The Laughter as the children danced
The plea of one whose heart bleeds
The desires to capture love and yet remain free
Her eyes would show her ageless beauty
Her smile would hide her thoughts
Wrapped deep
Inside of old love letters
She would sigh
As I recited old prose
We would hand in hand repose
Knowing growing old is how it goes
Alas she is but an image in my mind
A thousand years till birth
Or even more
A fantasy, that lets me die in peace
That someone could love as I loved thee
You were my past, and my eternity
Lovers who never took flight
Broken wings, and broken borders
Boundaries never crossed
Kisses though we never lost
On every wind swept shore
I wander with the birds scouting overhead
As wave upon wave of desolation slaps my head
A woman is over there by the sea
She but a stranger in the mist
So not at all is she thee
A thousand years from now
On wind swept shore
Will she be forlorn?
Weeping for the likes of me
Whispering inside, he was here but a thousand years ago
Love letters telling loves desires
Inside a bottle and buried in sand
Alas is the ocean not made of ancient tears
"Notes on a Wrist"
the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life
the semicolan
stretches like
the devil
hungers
it can
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip
ever present
the missing
hovers, like a
hummingbird
never sits
beak and feet
wet in the detail
tasting the temptation
to cut strings
fleeting
and fickle
like a child
switches graces
the keys
black and white
the forest contains
all your precious things
hard to leave
leaves, all their
autumn winter stories
sentences written
and spent
like veins
singing stinging
the body of work
temporary rent
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"There is a fable in the forest
whispered by branches as they blow,
a tale about the truth of leaving
things that no longer help you grow.
For on the surface it looks simple;
like you need only lace your boots,
but there is nothing quite as painful
as untangling your roots.
And proof is found in tree stumps
of the price some pay to flee,
that they would cut
their lives in half,
to cut the time before they're free.
Yet from the little left behind
Life has been known to grow again,
for unless you take your roots,
a part of you will still remain."
Twenty-five years
since we agreed to this and still,
I vow to be there,
just outside your line of sight,
as you confidently mispronounce quinoa,
as you decide, again, that the best way
to check if the pan is hot
is to touch it.
I vow to say nothing
as you eyeball the rice-to-water ratio,
as you insist the foundation holds weight,
as you press snooze believing
time is different for you.
I vow to remain clogged-drain quiet
as you tell the plumber,
No, I got it.
As you grab the Tupperware
stamped Do Not Microwave.
I vow to never stop you,
never correct you,
never intervene—
just smile softly,
like god’s understudy
only to exist,
always,
just beyond your reach,
a presence, a history, a silent witness
to your worst ideas,
like a Liberty half-dollar trapped in a garbage disposal,
like a key locking the door from the outside.
Golden Notes, Within Love's Newfound Treasures
As river rose, waves lapped on eager banks
bright as gold, love and its true romance gives
for its blessings we give eternal thanks,
within that paradise one truly lives.
As flowering meadows greet dawn's new rays
hours flow to moments of deepest pleasures
two lovers find night's joy, delightful ways,
and wrap themselves in love's blessed treasures.
Upon midnight moon's, shining love sent beams
both hearts dancing to such beautiful songs
cool winds touch and enhancing starlit gleams,
enjoy love's depths away from noisy throngs.
When such jewels are gifted from afar.
Brilliant are the glows of united stars.
Robert J. Lindley, August 7th, 1990
Sonnet
This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.
I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.
I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.
I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
.
.
A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem
One. Latino boys like Buffalo Wild Wings. It isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.
Two. Latino boys are persistent. When he asks to kiss you for the first time, say no. Why? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yet. Don't worry... he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.
Three. Latino boys are really good kissers.
Four. Latino boys love their family. His cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of them. If any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematic. Your boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about it. You will probably worry about it anyway. Sometimes it's better to let things go.
Five. Latino boys are romantic. He will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English language. Since his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks, uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.
Six. Notice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise... remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.
Seven. When he offers to teach you the meringue, say yes. When you trip over each other's feet, laugh. When his face moves close to yours... kiss him.
Eight. When your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober. (Well, more sober. Do not bring up tequila. They're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.
Nine. When you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.
Ten. "Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.
Kissing deep beats fluttering dancing on a breathless whisper
A snowdrop falls on the lips melt slowly kiss you beautiful
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your kiss and touch
If love is to be true not even a kiss can tear us apart
Warmly held under the moon smiling beams brightly shining
Love is not a game of the heart where the truth is preserved
Loving an angel flying grace inside lit up one of a thousand stars
In silence stars twinkle but in the distance we overhear the ocean plays its song
Magical sprinkling all stardust trails confetti sparkles flashing
I look into your eyes your heart and your soul like a ray of sunlight
Silver reflections casting shadows out enchants winks spotlights a dream
The stars would shower me with stardust of your smile
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 30.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
"A Paris"
Jazz and ballet
White dresses
Red wine
Violin strings
Moulin dances, stories so grim
Le Bois de Vincennes
Castles under clouds of sin
Cafes with causal chatter
When after all
What does life matter?
Drowning, the words filled with laughter
By the Seine
Walking amongst insane dreams
Singing of things never to be
In Paris a fiery inferno
desires flame
up in smoke
notes of melody
trail along sunlit garden...
birds wake up flowers
through dawn's gentle rise
wings caress velvet tulips ...
humming birth of leaves
copyright
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Richard Lamoureux's Beginnings Matter
--- since i was in the thick of writing haiku
and composing nature poems upon
joining soup,i felt excited to share this piece.
you carry a tune
as delightful as autumn ~
raspy and bitter
10/8/22
Contest: Simply Senryu Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat
That fear was always darkness in disguise
A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging.
Inspired hope not enough, word to the wise
Fear is darkness and roaring loud banging.
I played the safe notes in my lone retreat
Seeking warm meals to soothe my tepid soul.
Just barely enough sweet dessert to eat,
With that coward's safety as my main goal!
That fear was always darkness in disguise
My life was safe in it being so wild.
Living just one lousy day the grand prize
Safe comfort sadly sought like a small child!
Pray tell? Why show this discovery now?
Fear now defeated but I know not how.
Robert J Lindley, 1-25-2016
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
NOTE: Sonnet on why I was so damn wild as a
young man and wanting the world to kill me.
I fought it every damn day, fought people too.
Yet fate said no, you'll not get your wish to die young.
You will grow old and face that reality as well..
Ah, now I see-- world says we strike the last blow!
Soft subtle brushes floating in a sea
of anticipation bubble across jagged
scars running effortlessly upon a
beaten chest eye lashes flickering
flirting every time a simple hum
in satisfaction flows out the corners
of a muted mouth a tongue twisted
and tied from the beauty glowing
gliding effortlessly washing away
pain hibernating in a sedated heart
waiting for step sisters to step aside
allow shadowed dancers to proceed
and locked up lovers to live free