Best Opera Poems
As wild as unbridled seas,
soft as mist, a spindrift tease.
Night stars swoon and fall from skies;
constellations fill her eyes.
Every leaf stirs in her wake,
bottom to top, mountains quake.
Beaux like grapes bunch on her vine,
blood in veins she turns to wine.
Kisses sipped, her cherry lips.
Saké nip, rock ‘n roll hips;
tongue-and-groove celebration,
sensual saturation.
Her riptide lures sand from shore,
tsunami, when she wants more.
With his first touch our galaxy became an orchestra,
I quivered as waves of ecstasy took possession of me,
I felt I was no more in control of what was to be,
I heard voices of celestial beings,
Galactic sounds turned the heavens into an opera,
Angels misty, joyful tears stirring constellations,
Each one delivering an electrifying sensation,
Arousing my psyche, mind, spirit and soul.
The night enveloped us in a sheet of moonlit satin,
Caressing us, millions of stars cascading,
Sprinkling star dust upon us which glowed
Like fireflies, the milky way seemed to be slipping
Down, slithering across the sky,
Whilst the moon, other planets and solar systems
Collided, pyrotechnics illuminated the sky,
A deafening symphony tickling my heart cords.
Intoxicated and spent, gazed into his expressive,
Loving, fathomless, fawn brown eyes,
Such an encompassing ecstatic connection,
A togetherness of merging into one,
Sealed with a passionate kiss,
Filled with life-long promises,
In awe, Planet Earth trembled beneath us,
One wondrous night, of many more to come.
Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Together we danced to the music of the night,
but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye.
I could have danced all night, forever held you tight.
Together we danced to the music of the night.
I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do."
I could have danced all night, forever held you tight.
Now any dream will do that does not include you.
I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do,"
You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those."
Now any dream will do that does not include you.
In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose.
You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those."
Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad."
In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose,
as seasons of love balance between good and bad.
Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad;
your soul was born defying gravity - be strong."
As seasons of love balance between good and bad,
my heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song.
Your soul was born defying gravity - be strong,
but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye.
My heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song.
Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Silent One
9 October 2017
A pantoum poem, consisting of 12 syllables per line.
The poem has 12 titles taken from Opera and musicals.
A time to say goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
Music of the night from Phantom of the opera
The sound of music from the sound of music
I could have danced all night from My fair lady
I dreamed a dream from Les Miserables
Any dream will do from Jason and the amazing technicolor dream coat
The Impossible dream from Man Of La Mancha
Memory from CATS
If ever I would leave you from Camelot
Seasons of love from Rent
Defying gravity from Wicked
Somewhere from West Side Story
Born in New York of Italian descent,
From my childhood and beyond through the years,
Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament—
The drama of romance, fear, death and tears.
The power, the movements, fill up my soul
Like thunder that clashes in dark of night;
So vibrant and flowing, lost in the role,
I listen, to grasp each note with delight.
The voices, emotions strike at my heart,
I'm filled with a depth I cannot explain—
The beauty, the sadness in every part
Bring stories to life that stir inner pain.
Yes, opera I speak of—so part of me;
My favorites played again and again—
Puccini, Bizet and those of Verdi;
Of Tosca, Carmen, and best, La Boheme.
Each opera a drama of life and death—
The singers stir feelings with every word;
Strong voices mingle to deepen my breath.
Emotions rise with great arias heard.
Born in New York of Italian descent
With family that loved and nurtured this art;
Played records at home and many times went
To the Met where opera thrilled my heart.
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Phantom of the Opera
I stand and watch from my box five
And listen to the most beautiful Nightingale
I could stay awake till wee hours of dawn gale
Listening to her melodic voice
Transcendent a soul through a lovely vale
A ring upon her finger I hope one day and feel alive
An Angel of Music
I come and go as I please and no one knows
As I walk the path of the tunnels mongst those
To its lake beneath the Opera Garnier
I know them as well as the construction rose
Mask ball I pretend to be in my everyday life
A voice behind a mask is all people know of that
A man that wears a dress suit, a cloak and a large felt hat
A gentleman wears a mask to hide his deformed face.
She cannot fathom the mystery of the Man’s Voice
The sounds of his voice singing songs coming from the walls
My heart broke turning into jealousy and rage
When Christine said yes to her childhood sweetheart
To say good-by forever and turn the pages
I lose my sleep to sleepless nights it’s her I miss
Venetian mosaics ceiling weakens
Causing the huge ornate crystal chandelier
To crash down upon the floor
Stealing his beloved Christine
To the cellars of the Opera Garnier
Time is running out and you know it well
“It will never be “she says, for you and me”
I just wanted to be like everybody else
And not hide from man’s eyes
The Monster I am
11/23/2016
Resource;
https://seeksghosts.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-phantom-of-opera-fact-or-fiction.html
https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/l/leroux/gaston/phantom-of-the-opera/complete.html
DEMETER AT THE CHINESE OPERA
So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively
Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery
I though it was time we threw off our coats
Of mourning, you for your daughter
Stopping one night, on the way home from a party,
So randomly, cruelly, killed by the monster
Who has slain more than all the century’s wars
And my private sorrow for which there is no funeral.
I remember your straying husband also
Loved the Chinese Opera. What will happen
If we all meet between the acts?
Surely forgiveness will come like snow on the mountain
And we will live in a harmony that can never be suppressed
In a slow majestic music that takes account of grief.
(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her voice in clarity's
Magnificence,
Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence.
As if a bird taking flight within
Harmonies Symphony.
This youthful diva sheds
Her physical shackles, released
By a spiritual reclamation, of liberty's
Beyond her earthly form.
This mistress of song captures
Liberation’s heights, beyond freedoms
Escape, to soar high above the heavens.
She is set free, released within the music itself.
In the mind of the phantom, he plays
Along with the orchestra of the dammed.
A pianist of great renowned, with loves
Sweet melody, is inspired by jealousy’s
Conquest, she is his, always and forever.
The dead’s musicians, play on, with their
Instruments precisely in tune,
A delicate balancing, is each textures
Movement, it is harmony's perfection,
A Graceful sounding, carried across the
Stage of this twisted tragedy.
On destiny's piano the grand master sits,
With his candelabra lit, from loves eternal
Flame of desire.
It's light softly flickering, by gentle winds
Breeze, calling her name, Christine.
Oh angels of mercy, here the meadow lark
Singing, beneath the cobbled streets,
And sawyers chambered walls.
Love's prince does slay the beast,
As fire shatters the opera house, leaving
Nothing but ashes residue behind.
Yet in echoes voice, he screams by nights
Breath, her name once more, he calls unto her,
The phantom of the opera, Christen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Sand Hill cranes winging,
Honking not singing,
My ears are ringing.
Hundreds overhead,
V form towards sunset red,
Heading home, well fed.
Strong wings beating air,
Joy. Solidarity there.
Nature, fine and fair.
The sight fills my chest,
Nature fulfilling her quest,
I, an honored guest.
for Carol Brown's "What's the Buzz"contest.
I fly
Blood flows like a river below
I dance
Scattered bones
I dance
Crows feast on dead souls
I dance
The moon becomes full
The night becomes a stage
The curtain drops
I sing
Capella from the chapel of the stars
Andante so they all die a slow painful death
Inert bodies pile under the stage
I fly away
You called her unmarriable because she fought for her rights
You wanted her to stay home
And cook, clean, wash, iron and bear you children
It was okay with her, you both agreed on five of them
And she loved to cook, wash, clean, iron and even wake up early to make you breakfast
But she also loved to continue her education, get her degree and teach further as high as her dreams could go
You labelled her a man
Even when she was the most elegant of all
She loved make-up, girl's nights out, to be pampered and admirred
But you couldn't see beyond her political ambitions
She had won many seats and gone up the ladder
And now she wanted to be president
"No way" you thought "not in my lifetime!" you continued on your thoughts...
You profiled her as round, curvy, juicy, yummy thing
A toy for you to play around with
An object to feed your appetite
And the things that went through your mind as she sat across from you on those morning meetings
She was the least paid employee in that male dominated company
You knew that very well
But one thing you did not know was that she was a fighter
She was not going to give up
She had the brains and she stood strong
Paving way for many more
You even called her a soap opera
Did you ever think to look at yourself on the mirror?
The distinguished guests arrive
And sign the book.
The prima donna,
Wearing tight slippers and a jade necklace,
Warms her voice with a few scales:
Do, Ra, Me
Do, Ra, Me
The diva sings as soulfully as a sparrow.
Her heart is bursting all over.
Mozart approves and claps;
He is a phantom of the opera.
Finally, the crowd disperses
Like dry tea leaves blown by a solstice wind.
The evening was a success.
All who attended are as satisfied
As a covey of quails in a corn field.
Someone comments about the weather--
Says it is mundane.
More down to earth,
The janitor wipes fingerprints
From the arms of chairs
And weeps.
Drama
queens star each day-
in a mirror displayed
reflections feed on ambitions
ego.
"Welcome to the Opera"
when the rains came
they came in great torrents
like Sophia tears of grief
a drowned world
waiting trepedatiously
for some kind reprieve
humanity on its knees
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Welcome to the Opera” / Grimes
https://youtu.be/SvU5rip8EVA
Grimes - Human Heart (Short Doc)
https://youtu.be/vlqjYHqHzf0
Sophia (Wisdom)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophia_(wisdom)
Sophia (Gnosticism)/ twin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophia_(Gnosticism)
The Sophia of Jesus Christ/Nag Hammadi Library
"The Sophia of Jesus Christ is clearly dependent on Eugnostos the Blessed, both of which were unearthed at Nag Hammadi (in two differing copies for each). The Sophia of Jesus Christ transforms Eugnostos into a dialogue with Jesus. Douglas M. Parrott places the two side by side in his translation for the book The Nag Hammadi Library in English edited by Robinson.
https://www.earlychristianwritings.com/sophia.html
https://www.earlychristianwritings.com/sophia.html
https://www.earlychristianwritings.com/text/sophia.html
INFJ.
Limerick : Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Sat out the Ring Cycle in blinkers
House chockful at the start
Such silence: heard no fart
Came out gray-haired and wailing bonkers.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
If I were Christine,
I would have chosen The Phantom
His genius, unique beyond comparison
His voice-indescribable
When he sings
It sends chills down my spine
And I close my eyes
And let the magic of his music carry me far away
I would like to believe
That he would have been a great person to know
Had he been a little more friendly
I would like to believe
That he would have given the world such beauty
If given the chance
But even at a young age
He was tortured and tormented
And never once
Given his opportunity to shine
But in my heart
He will always be
Shining brightly
And inspiring the music that grows in me