Best Octave Poems
I'm stuck in a puddle of mud,
unable to make a quick decision...
whom should I choose from among
others who have been so noble and kind?
More than a name comes to mind:
Linda, Carrie, Deborah, Catie, Rhoda, Danielle, Charmaine and Karen...
please don't be envious if I choose Carolyn!
You all are beautiful sweethearts, and I wouldn't sell you for a song!
After my day closes in, I check my soup mail...and there they are
those wonderful names flashing on my computer's screen,
and dazzling like precious gems in a crown! Many more should be
mentioned, highly praised and underlined with a marker:
Andrea, Emy, Joyce, Constance, Iolanda, Elaine, Laura and Carol.
One thing I can attest, nobody is greater than the other,
because they all have captured me as I have caught butterflies
with features so distinct and feminine as heroines of modern times!
Carolyn, be dazzled and feel proud, if not hysterically happy;
and if my choosing is fair, why should there be any contention,
or envy among them...I am pretty sure that they have secret admirers,
who in the same manner of awe and respect, constantly worship them!
Cheer up ladies, I have mentioned you all in my praise poem,
but only one gets this special rose...I hope they will send yours today!
I love you all as I love Carolyn for her honesty and graciousness,
then why don't you congratulate her and deepen your admiration?
My praise poem is dedicated to Carolyn Devonshire
living in Florida, USA
I was sixteen when I fell in love
with her soaring skyward voice
Smitten by the sight of
melting ice cream dripping down her hand,
the hand that held the cone
As she smiled, wearing her denim overalls
Had a perfectly shaped Afro,
this beautiful sonorous soul
Minnie Riperton ...
she had the voice of an angel
She had rare God-given ability;
she could raise her voice one octave at a time,
higher and higher ... so sublime
Stepping up the musical ladder to the stars
she would climb
Vocalese ... soul satisfying release
Birds of paradise flocked to hear her voice;
as lovers swooned in the sultry moonlight
on summer nights,
serenaded by her sensuous invite
Listening to the voice of octave love
Minnie Riperton ...
we all were Lovin' You
as her beautiful voice took us
to the Edge of a Dream
But she departed years ago,
so we sit Alone in Brewster Bay
treasuring the Simple Things
Hearing her breathtaking voice
sparks in me the inner flame,
as her songs take me down Memory Lane
Over forty years later,
I emerged out of my personal wilderness ...
guided on many a nights
by the heavenly stars up above,
and by the voice of her pure octave love
~Remember His Promises~
( Brace Octove )
Pray for love, peace today
Stay focus in God, heart, mind
Remember Gods good, kind
God can help each single day
And each step of your way
Walk in His light, not blind
Remember Gods good, kind
Love, worship, pray each day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
January.26.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Dactylic Hexameter
My love for family I do not hide or set high on a wooden shelf.
Baubles of life are here having a jot influence over a rime of things.
One hawks a sweeter enticement diverting us like a small candy elf.
Placed in a closet of my heart it offers now no threat to inner self.
Booty that makes us rich seems a bit ornament gaining a shoddy pelf.
Family time is togetherness knowing the pleasures it often brings.
We talk but nothing unusual like blue and white on ceramic delf.
Time for a lady and children as husbands sit talking as royal kings.
The tower’s high with striking chime
its clangor resonates.
With face of time now widely seen
clock’s scene thus viewed dictates.
Its dial white looks free of grime
new cleaning time awaits .
Loud presence yea with polished sheen
our day it regulates
~Remember His Promises~
( Brace Octove )
Pray for love, peace today
Stay focus in God, heart, mind
Remember Lord is kind
God can help each single day
And each step of your way
Walk in His light, not blind
Remember Lord is kind
Love, worship pray each day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
April.24.3017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Brace Octave" is An eight-line stanzaic form or style of English origin. The Italian octave is a subgenre of this.
Go high my kite so right.
Seek thy sky flight, flow free.
Make thy way, find breeze light.
Take hold, wee prize, we see.
Tied tail needs airspace height.
Make sleek line tight, jolt me.
Please find wayout, gain space.
Show Lane they windswept grace.
I find everyone riding the acme of jubilance,
but weeping at their inflated gloominess
Thy lords have created everything,
yet every pneuma is suffering
If you watch closely,
there is so much satire in this tiny sphere,
Every leaf that breathes,
hides an ache deep underneath.
Me wander into my neighborhood world
Bike riding and flying through the area like a bird
Quick through the cool wind flight
Pursuing down mists in in·fil·trat·ing light
Whispers to the breeze
I feel the twinkle of the sun and the trees
The sky is blue with refreshing air
I feel the zephyr blowing through my hair
Wind on the streets, I surrender all
Pedal faster than my heartbeat could haul
For the excite, the wind welcomes me tenderly
I fly all over slopes cleverly
Wheels turning on the pivot
I embrace its touch every minute
My knuckles have swung to white
From grasping the handlebars so tight
Egos aglow, from awesome heroes adorn
Each Legend has a trial, a secret born
It takes more than skill of a Champion to be
It takes equal parts of talent, guarantee
With luck, nerve, hard work made
Champions make the grade
Afterwards, Champions become Legends very soon
Being the best of anything in attune
The Champions are icons in Legends pond
They serve as a purpose beyond
A challenge, an incentive commit
To keep proving and proving it
Are they really a myth?
Or in fact, are they a legend?
Something that's always been invisioned
In the heart of a child, a Fairytale gift
Once thought to roam the earth
Creatures so mystical and magical
Prancing at the foot of ancient castles
Enjoying the sun and moon's rebirth.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.3/2005
I'm speaking of Unicorns.
Pray, spare this man of a rare calibre,
Fine, let him prove how good he’s as singer.
Soon as Malhar was sung, rain cooled the breeze,
Leaves perked up to listen from nearby trees,
Beats of Mridang on own began to play,
Soon as Jal-Tarang joined musical fray,
Birds of feathers flocked in droves to listen,
The music silenced stray rattling gun.
Rain clouds curtailed their craving to thunder,
The moist soil released its fragrant wonder,
While rain cooled Nature was content to smile,
Silent so far, the birds now sang in style,
King Humayun’s mood turned from red to green,
With a reluctant smile that seemed nigh mean,
He set free seven thousand men he’d caught—
One thousand for octave’s each of the note.
Then ordered: in eighth note sing something new,
None present therein had any a clue,
Till today the music fraternity
Mused, and will till end of eternity….
The Eighth Note, can it be profound silence
Between melodies—music’s soul at once?
The Naad-Brahma, its echo eternal,
Sought by seekers from time immemorial!
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Musings |12.06.2023| silence, music
Poet’s note: The background: In 1611 AD a Moghul courtier called Sikander Bin Mohamad wrote a historical account, Mirat-e- Sikanderi. The episode of this poem pertains to emperor Humayun’s battle of Mandu where he defeated Gujarat’s sultan Bahaddur Shah. He butchered many soldiers along with other people of that kingdom. When it came to one called Mia Manzu, the court musician of some repute, many pleaded to spare him, he being a good musician. Humayun asked him to sing and prove his prowess. The poem begins from there.
Play this simple tune upon your spinet
so that I can know the notes well, my dear.
Restful music sounding sweet to my ear.
I am greatly eased and made charmed by it.
Home is truly most blessed by whole bit.
We sit listening while her tones are made clear.
Fine, well keyed, and gentle music we hear.
Showing perfect phrasing she's a great hit.
Your sweet words given me past time do play
with ease upon this happy mind again.
Together we can take a stroll this day
and I'll relate to you some lofty gain
That lofty gain is you dear Joan, come stay
with me forever through all life's rain
Then I'll give you things o'er my joyful way
and you'll have life that's ne'er been use in vain.
"This time alone with you is precious, maid.
Could I but keep the moments sweet with you
from fleeting time’s demand that be not stayed.
All I’d give making veritas less true.
Since I lack power bidding time adieu,
love, I must seize the rose buds e’en what may.
Let me then speak of my heart’s pain anew,
of my constant thoughts tearing each spent day
zounds, into splintered pieces only you can stay.