Best Orchestration Poems
Her whisper gentle like the summer breeze
Calls a passing sparrow lonely and shy,
One that had escaped the northerly bise
Intoxicated from flying too high.
A welcoming hand held out a surprise
While a tranquil voice hints of sweet meadows,
Orchestration of each golden sunrise
Her kindly eyes destroy fearsome shadows.
This tiny bird in need of a dear friend
Feasts and sups unafraid of humankind,
The two of them breach the regular trend
With eyes wide open although both are blind.
Adverse to prejudice tis plain to see
If everyone made a friend this the key.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Skywardly yearning,
wheeling and turning,
an exaltation of larks!
Lines interleaving,
wings interweaving
an orchestration of arcs!
Just shadow and light
imbuing their flight,
shape-shifting magic they fly.
With artistic flair,
their canvas the air,
this brush of wings paints the sky!
ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN
The silence of the dawn even before
the first bird sings its unique little composition to the world
crispness of the previous night fills the air
encouraging a deep breath of purity before daily issues pollute
how easy it is to replace this beautiful time of the day
perceived importance of one or two extra hours of slumber
only the wisdom of an Omniscient Creator could perfect this orchestration
each new day with such peace and promise-
the Eternal assurance of a new beginning
Dry, dusty, icy, bouncy, luxurious….. Land Rover
morning expectancy contrasting half awake awareness
novelty of a time spent inconsistent with the predictability of standard sunrise routine
a contemplative- life assessment at break of day
wrapped up in awareness of the cold beauty and African spaces
Red Sun Competition
March 2013
Why Can’t We?
Are we not all mere music notes sprinkled
on the grand staff of time, alterations
between sharp and flat spanning a few chords
looking for some thoughtful orchestration?
Are we not but specks from the dust of stars,
all equal in breath and design, fleeting
sounds still striving to be heard from afar
signs hoping to be harmonized, waiting?
Why then do we thrive on friction, battling
like giant tectonic plates colliding
in the dark never to be reconciled?
Why by so much division are we plagued?
Why can’t we look up and greet a new day,
make a new friend without always asking
dividing questions and wanting to weigh
what so brightly stands before us, shining?
I learn from you, dear garden, wisdom vivacious,
You are a vast archive, that makes my life gracious;
You give feast to my sensory organs and mind,
Your means of living and letting live, makes me kind...!
I, often, feel sad, seeing your seed planted, dead,
But, soon wonder in awe, when it raises its head;
When I, in manual work, get mix with you well,
You, in silent secret, vitalize my life-cell...!
Your rainbow-tinted bubbly blossoms, bloom my joy,
Your smile-filled serene scenes, I cheerfully enjoy;
Raring you and caring for you make me younger,
Faith and hope brim-fill my pitcher of life, fuller...!
Planting you, I see my future with optimism,
For, innate in you is, unending altruism;
Amidst your fragrant flowers, weeds too grow sporty,
It's, indeed, orchestration of nature's beauty...!
Your coffers of bounty never find emptiness;
No creature goes hungry, having sought your kindness,
Life you live for others, dying you resurrect,
Body and soul for all; with no color and sect...!
Thoughts of liveliness; religion of godliness,
Existential baseness; wisdom flow in fullness;
In the endless canvas of life, virtues you paint,
Whole in ethics and morals; you're a living saint...!
13 March 2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Morningtide reverberates, the songstress calls,
buoyant curlews play in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone walls,
meadows dance the rhythm of the farmers weatherglass,
implementing the orchestration from moortop squalls.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
orchestration airs
life's rhythm to the people...
violin string breaks
© Harry J Horsman 2021
The music of my mind
is a melody
resounding in my heart
reaching for notes
that I can barely hold.
I sing
by voice
a song
that can only be known
while I'm with you.
And the tones
that I feel
are frets
fom a chord
inspired by a creation
toward a symphony
in orchestration
of hopes and dreams
with you.
I play
for your happiness;
Enlightened by a beginning
that never
knows an end without joy
and holds a stanza
that carries
forever
My Love.
Two become one
Blue and yellow combine to make the lovely colour green
It's neither blue nor yellow it's something distinctively in between
Can you say that green is not good because it's not blue?
Or, because it's not yellow it's really good for nothing too?
No, green is also beautiful it has it's rightful place too
being a wonderful blend between yellow and blue
When two become one, something new and distinct is created
One should not feel weak and useless or completely dominated
Two equal portions mixed together creates something new
as man and women blend together a marriage is created too
Like two colours blending together produces a new colour too
Two marriage mates when joined together become one not two
It's not like they lose themselves and their own unique personality
Each one contributes something special forming an original identity
Just like colours stay the same but change in the act of blending
Souls unite but something changes when it's qualities they're lending
One shares with the other their feelings and experiences in life too
Their lives they synchronize together with harmony they are infused
There is a mutual giving and receiving with a symbiotic benefit too
A sympathetic relationship, a symmetrical orchestration of just two
To some , the idea of two becoming one, is miraculous it may seem
By not relinquishing their autonomy they will not realize their dreams
Compromise and loving consideration for the other person is the key
To open the door to a new oneness of spirit, that of marital harmony
John Derek Hamilton
May 21,2016
Symphonies and ballets
No wonder you are loved.
“The Nutcracker” and “Swan Lake”
Were those ones you dreamed of?
I heard you filled halls and auditoriums
You were good at painting music with soul
A romantic prodigy of your era
“Has a profound tune as a whole”.
Your overflowing melodies and harmonies
They sound like a quaint orchestration
Where everything flows with the beauty
It moves my emotion.
Both Sides Now was
big for you,
its simple lyrics
and deep hooks
with clean bright
guitar
went straight to my
heart.
And I know every
song
has its covers
I even liked some of
them
Judy Collins did it
well
It helped Susan
Boyle show
she had Talent.
But your 2000
version
and this maymariana1
mix
with its dirgelike
pace,
syrupy violins
and over the top
orchestration
reduce it to
elevator music.
Please excuse me
while I
pop in my ear buds
and listen to the
original.
Entry
BOTH SIDES NOW
versions
original
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbn6a0AFfnM
Judy Collins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsYwEZd4z9Y
Joni 2000
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKQSlH-LLTQ
maymariana1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIYu4EHq0Lo
I needn't don a tuxedo nor pay a dime to enjoy a pleasing symphony!
In my own back yard or lying abed at night I hear nature's harmony!
The rolling bass of thunder, the strobe-bright lightning on a stormy night,
Plus the rain pelting my windowpane, anoint me with pure delight!
A chorus of crickets in the holly bush lull me to sleep in Morpheus's arms.
I'm awakened at dawn by choirs of robins, not by strident clock alarms!
The vagabond winds soughing through the ponderosa pine join the recital.
Cicadas add a blend of percussion with castanet-like rhythm so very vital!
A quartet of mourning doves serenade me with their soothing coos,
(Interrupted by a pair of raucous blue jays injecting their atonal views!)
I hear the water's hymn as it trickles o'er ancient stones in a nearby rill,
And the delightful choral melodies of golden finch as they sweetly trill!
From afar I hear the clarion trumpet call of elk echoing in the hills!
The merging of these harmonic voices is one of life's gratifying thrills!
How I relish the exquisite orchestration of His creatures in glorious recital.
Oh, that I had the poetical acuity to give this symphony a deserving title!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Slander blossoms without root
harvest of lies and fabrication.
Rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Scandal flourishes while enroute
to whispered, planted augmentation.
Slander blossoms without root.
Taking issue with points so moot
watering truth with orchestration,
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Fiendish minions supply the loot
while critics pick their confrontation -
slander blossoms without root.
Humor can serve to feed the brute,
fertilizing altercation;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
To dig and delve in disrepute
soon serves its own incrimination.
Slander blossoms without root;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Teetering on the edge of insanity
Trying to find a center of Gravity
Cutting off my circulation
in order to make this declaration
about my queen-born ability
to walk with such fabulosity.
Though this gown's a monstrosity,
my hair a curiosity,
there's much about this lofty gait
that I did not anticipate.
Like how the swinging of my hips
counters the sway of my fingertips.
Who knew there would be such an orchestration?
A body in concert - a standing ovation!
And every step another encore,
deliriously shouting, "More! More! More!"
And suddenly, the world is new.
I've never seen it from this point of view.
Amazing the difference a few inches can make
to change the reality which I now create.
And though my feet are squeezed like stumps
into these six-inch stiletto pumps,
a testimonial I must profess;
How wonderful it is
to be a boy in a dress.
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest