Best Pianoforte Poems
Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame
Fronting tasteful, demure white walls
Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair
Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken --
the eye startled, struck
by the clear glass vase
on the mantel
stems ascending
to bold-green leaves
slightly upturned
as are firm, youthful breasts
topped by brilliant bursts
of pink-streaked flowers
panorama
Plainly speaking four legged Oron not an instrument of torture a little light sprinkling banging heavily on the pianoforte Not in the sense of causing an affect of confusion but in truth the opposite when there was no word Then came a need for a new tune like on a Double virginals musing out loud spinning out the chords for damsel multiple choirs stringing together light the heavens beautiful and picturesque an axiom coup de grâce of the grossly misunderstood dull and sharp between the cup that is half way full like the sun shining in a dark cavern saying where is the darkness
“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, and dullards,
Gamblers, dealers, dance hall girls, and other assorted drunkards.
If a fellow’s feeling generous, he might leave something in my jar,
Or even offer me a drink of the “good stuff” behind the bar.
I guess my fortune can be made where folks are hot, dry, and thirsty,
Playing sad songs on old pianofortes that are musty, dusty, and rusty.
I grew up playing Beethoven, Chopin, Bach and Wagner.
The only songs these cretins know are all by Stephen Foster.
A gambler in a pink silk shirt once asked for a Franz Lizt tune.
I was so surprised, I fell off my chair, to the amusement of the room.
The “faded rose” smells like a horse, and looks the worse for wear.
But if a few more drovers buy me beers, I probably will not care.
If I should wake up next to her, I won’t know what to say.
But she’ll just pretend to be asleep as I quietly slip away.
Through hazes I might recognize a face; or maybe they all look the same.
But in town’s like Rotgut, last night’s best friend won’t remember your name.
I hope someday, somewhere I’ll find a good pianoforte in tune--
But that’s something I’ll probably never find in a one-street town saloon.
If they don’t happen to catch my name, “Eighty-Eight Fingers” will usually do;
That’s all any of them remembers anyway, after they’ve had a few.
Tenderly the ivory keys call to me.
Their vibrating octaves like different voices
soft and hypnotic, drawing from me
the deepest yearning of my heart overtaking
my senses....helpless against its intoxicating
melody. Sweetly the notes swell, filling me,
lifting my spirit from its solitary place. With
each push of the keys the hammers strike a
chord deep within. Waves of inexpressible
emotion sweep over me enchanting,
and mesmerizing they carrying my
soul Heavenward.
Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the viewfinder. As viewfinders are often rewound or fast forwarded and thus the array of Catlett is a sight to behold. Oh look what is passing it is a windsurfing hedgehog in a daring wave leaping competition with the forty eight frogs nine willows and fortuitous and sturdy smiling oak tree. Python pulling playing pianoforte pleasingly. Hahaha dramatisation *** 1 2 3 4 5 dance dance dance xxxxx good *** ha ha ha ***
Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the viewfinder. As viewfinders are often rewound or fast forwarded and thus the array of Catlett is a sight to behold. Oh look what is passing it is a windsurfing hedgehog in a daring wave leaping competition with the forty eight frogs nine willows and fortuitous and sturdy smiling oak tree. Python pulling playing pianoforte pleasingly. Hahaha dramatisation *** 1 2 3 4 5 dance dance dance xxxxx good *** ha ha ha ***
I built a house for Harmony
with twine and polished tree,
with bricks of black and ivory:
four score and five plus three.
The hammered home I made for her
had ne'er been built before:
its roof revealed the inner walls,
and silver lined its floor.
Her other homes were much too small:
I speak of brass and wind--
and strings had hardly room at all
to house her sound within.
Percussion seemed to suit her needs;
'twas favorable in size.
Alas, it too was rather bland
to both the ears and eyes.
I built for dearest Harmony
a house she'd ne'er detest,
with depth and versatility,
with volume and finesse.
She showed her joy and gratitude
each time she used her keys.
I'd knock upon her noted door,
and she would sing for me.
When all the noises around me are still,
I most clearly hear the voices in my head
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
Of melodies churning in my mind until
They find pleasure in my fingers instead,
When all the noises around me are still.
My fingers race across the keys in a trill,
Sometimes when I am asleep in my bed,
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
At the pianoforte, in my dreams, fulfill
The sonatas in the right key my soul bled,
When all the noises around me are still.
I hear the applause of an audience till
An encore plays over and over, I am lead
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
As I cannot seem to get ovations to fill
My heart and soul are insatiably fed,
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill
When all the noises around me are still.
Written November 21, 2022
One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it? Best keep quiet then and sip on a buttercup ball. Oh how quiet simplistic and simplistic is good and carved from a singular form of an art. So bake a tart carefully then. Wisdom in a whisk. Waiting in a wish. And standing tall under a huge blooming canopy of personified petals whose playfulness can portray peaceful pianoforte to a breeze. Even the coldest winds can be mellowed by such charms. Amulets linking arms then. Good. Portray not a salad as a stew and a fortress created from several million potatoes is a potent power indeed. But not when baked. With or without chilli beans. Jump then. Go on. Jump up and down and wave the arms and legs around. Causing cake to care for cream. And legs on a train are the legs of the seats whose tired frames seat many a fat curdled ceo on a wild journey to an office. How rather exciting then for the many cups and glasses placed in front of a portly frame. Tickle a taste. And taste a tissue. Yum then. Oh look.....the right window is showing a pond and the left window is showing a sea. Remarkable. Oh no a tunnel tube duck then. But no quack. It is merely the antics of a rug that can hug the copper blue. And the throwing of one pebble can release a wind machine on the hill. Paperclip is not a paperweight nor is it a planed plank. Ok then. Understood. Uniquely. A sham is not a slam nor a spam. And the delicate floaty fish in a chiffon outfit can scare a shark if dressed in white tunics. So always adhere to colours in an oceanic ballroom. Wow. Vibrancy in scales and fins. Swoosh then swirl. Very nicely timed waltz that was. And equally effective is the whirring of five hundred rotary blades who sing the calling cards to the wings of steel at dusk. Surrounded by over a million translucent clouds. Iridescent beauty. And a clap to hear. And all whilst the tomatoes form a pretty pattern on the tabletop yard. Hahahaha salad singing shape song. Hahaha floors arriving mind your head. Xxxxx synergistic syndrome symmetrically symbolised syntax xxxxx crustacean Z z z z Z.
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YIN AND YANG
They had so much in common; they made the perfect match.
She was his ideal woman, he was a perfect catch.
He played the pianoforte, she played the violin.
A duet made in heaven, a musical Yang and Yin.
All this was fifty years ago, they’d have been together yet.
But they lived in different countries and never even met
2nd May 2022
Bite size poem No. 43 poetry contest
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A rich rusty old screw on an escalator in a shopping centre can never really be as exact as a tidal wave forming with over fifty prawns playing in an elevator. For elevators are really lifts and lifts are only ever given to tiny turtles with placards standing on a roadside facing west. It is not a given right to stand on a roadside turning for the five hundred million and fifty one thousand four hundred and eighty-three yellow bugs would rise, jump and push out of the way anyone who dares to interrupt a sleeping stretch of pavement. But pavements are pathways and pathways can play pianoforte on about the times it takes to travel down and up and through the fields. Tinkle tinkle then. Said the passing tribe of wheels. We are wheels and we spin. Look. Look how interesting we are to watch. Inside inner informational interference ignites interesting ideas. And a free house is a gift for a one-off party of piccolos in long silky kimonos. Laughing. Haha the hammer is giggling at the drill given by the spanners. Hahaha leaping over the cooker and barbecues. Xxxxx stalagmites Z Z Z Z ample apples amongst apes ate appropriate aromatic atoms.
Pour passion through your keys
Play classic chords with ease
Pianoforte loud
Pianissimo soft
Panoply of grand scores
Partial to Debussy
Perfect performance, clap!
9/14/2023
Sans a symphony
And no opera for for he,
Each day he would play
His pianoforte,
Note perfectio his only way.
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