Best Orchestra Poems
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.
I once awoke into a dream
And there I saw a sight.
Adrift, a draft of Daffodils
Breezed on a hard day's night.
Still looking up and at the sky,
A Dandelions nest,
Shone down like rays of Buttercups
Alighting up my vest.
“Hello,” I bellied up to it.
And smiling like a wave,
Hoped hoping as I climbed inside
That it was well behaved.
Abound with hobnail boot astride
It turned and travelled on-
Until it reached another place
Where I had not come from.
“It's like a well know strangers face,”
I mused in thoughtish utter.
The one my Fatter used to wear
Before he ground my Mutta.
Then leaping like a jumping bean,
I landed open eyed,
And spied a sandy cobbled shore
where nothing did reside.
“How long,” I said, “have you been here?”
And in a mock reply,
It answered with a knowing look,
Then flew off on a pie.
Alone, I sat beside myself,
For company of course,
And listened while I hummed a song
In tones that made me hoarse.
And then, I swear, as fast as fast,
Beneath a sea of hands,
An orchestra of weeping fish
Grab grabbed me from the sands.
They sat me on a flying Whale
That soared beneath the sea,
And took me home to where he lived
To make us both some tea.
“Oh, what a lovely Plaice you have,”
I told him over grubber,
And with that, getting on all fours
He let me pull his udder.
“Please don't do that!” A Fishcake cried,
“You don't know where he's from.”
But having learned this lessen once
I noticed I had gone.
.
Soft Wind Music play
On last Harp Strings Of Sunrays
Clouds waltzing in dance.
Charma
SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA
There’s a player up there
stomach resting on his chair
blowing air
through at least a hundred feet of twisted golden tubing
and
A man putting oil on a slide
makes toothy talk aside
to a skinny tuba player (imagine a tuba player being skinny)
who takes the fat horn on his lap
Drummers four all stand
Testing skins and whatnot with their hands
The first selection using such collection?
NOISY indeed!
Then there are the winds
All in a row with chimneys on the end
sucking for dear life it would seem
the flutist (or is it flautist?) is a dream
Finally the violins
adjusting gadgets rooting with their chins
cellos (big violins) screw into the floor
basses (huge violins) as a rule sit astool
Here comes a fiddler late
must have had a heavy date
of all the nerve he turns and bows
then sits that’s more than law allows
for
Here comes the conductor with a stick!
i've seen it several times
someone motioning, flourishing
waggling, swinging, curving
hunching, moulding, stooping
pulling shapes, a twirling
a form, a delineation, shadows
fingers, tree branches, winding creeks
sometimes a head inclines
obstructing the cityscape
what are they listening to?
what are they talking about?
we've done it, we've become greenwood
sometimes a jungle
i've done it alone after dropping you off
cold storage becomes publicised
i've done it
i've done it, yes, i've cried in
the car
alone
pink tulips strum harp
birds play flutes whilst wind taps drums~
trees hum in chorus
I stand on the beach in silence
Listening to the steady beat
Of the waves
Rolling and splashing
And covering my feet
Listen very closely
Can you hear that sound?
Of the music in the waters
Of the magic that I've found
The dolphins play the piano
The seahorses blow their horn
And with the salty spray as symbols
A symphony is born
Jellyfish strum the strings of guitar
Anemones play the oboe
And the delicate five-pointed starfish
Plays the piccolo
Use your imagination
Think way outside the box
Think of seaweed dancing wildly
Underneath the ocean rocks
I try to tell everybody
But no one can really see
The music in the waters
The orchestra of the sea
She can pluck on one lonely string,
or fill me with her orchestra,
when my heart plays her symphony.
Visual 3
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.01.2015
Contest: 3 BY 8 Image
Piano sheltered girls from being gassed
Instruments against Nazis play...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women's_Orchestra_of_Auschwitz
For the Single Crystalline Contest: "The Piano"
by Rick Parise
Soft Wind music plays,
0n gold harp strings of Sunrays,
Clouds in dance,hold hands.
The Orchestra
Best heard alone in the silence
of blackness pre-dawn.
The hall, redolent of memories,
lighted by a single bulb-
log walls fashioned from old larch;
a metal roof above.
The orchestra of rain, wind.
Initially a hesitant patter;
Almost individual drops, far away, distant,
then the building crescendo of speed and intensity.
Becoming a persistent cadence
accompanied by the gurgle
of the gutter as the rain courses through it
to splash and echo on the rocks below.
Then decrescendo of sound as the rain
retreats to the darkness from whence it came.
Finally, the coda:
Intermittent, hesitant sprinkle of drops
punctuating the silence.
David Holmes
December 30, 2021
I am listening to some wonderful music this season.
The Trans-Siberian Orchestra is the reason.
The sounds they produce are a sensation.
Combining modern sounds with classic is a fascination.
Such glorious Christmas music is what they play.
They have me in the spirit for the holiday.
Music dissolved all enmity,
Annulled natural chemistry,
All regardless of consortia,
Came to hear the jungle orchestra.
Maestro King Lion got all in tune,
Baboon was superb on the bassoon,
Four parrots made a splendid quartet,
Chimpanzee dazzling on clarinet.
Tiger gifted on piano keys,
Ivory’s ring in the warm night breeze,
Hyena on flute, as good as it comes,
Monkey kept rhythm on bongo drums.
Bonobos’ violins euphony,
Playing strings so beautifully,
Bush Baby played harp con amore,
Mandrill on bass like never before.
Leopard was genius on the trumpet,
Sounding superb and jubilant,
Hippo virtuosic on oboe,
Gorilla’s trombone magnifico.
Music’s power can calm savage breast,
Myth or not, ‘tis what the poet said,
Oh, that it could put all strife at rest,
Bringing blessed peace on earth instead.
We’re a rowdy bunch of misfits
No place to call home
But we salute our captain
Who adopted us all
Here in Never, never Land
We strive not to age
The whole world is our playground
All things are our toys
We are the Lost Boys of this high school
Running through the halls
Led by our fearless leader
The loyal Peter Pan
And we give him our everything
Because he does the same
With this lot he can sympathize
He was once lost, too
Never too young to start a fight
We scared the pirates away
Even the codfish, Captain Hook
Keeps far from our Hollow
Everyone knows we won’t face defeat
The battle is relentless
It turns out so are we
Peter taught us what we did
Came from what we dreamed
Inspiration flows through a pixie, our ever- feisty muse
Who in the face of fire teaches us
To fly
When rough waters come closing in
We rise and soar above
The wreckage on the ground
We fly faster than the eagles
Who think they’re so cool
We’re just a bunch of misfits, but we’re light years from our graves
We’re dorks ’cause we’re in Dorkestra
But they’ll leave knowing our
Names
We’re a rowdy bunch of misfits
We play loud and proud
High school sucks--
We never had to
Laying underneath the pulchritudinous sky
On a bed of meadow covered petals
Feel the breeze whispered by the winds
The fragrance of flowers awakens your senses
Buttercups and Wild daises grow around
Poppy's, Freshia's and Daffodils too
So many bright colors
Setting the scene for the ever-playing music of nature
The clouds move gently along to the melody
Forgetting the rainy days and the shadows they create
The trails of dreams they leave behind
The birds fly,so majestic playing in the soothing breeze
The rustling of leaves, as creatures sing
Soft angelic whispers of natures lullaby
Taking tired minds to a peaceful sleep.