Best Polyphony Poems
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
Categories:
polyphony, music, poetry,
Form:
Abecedarian
Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing woods,
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains.
The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles!
Listen to the cryptic hooting, hissing, howling of the forest critters,
The whooshing weald is whistling, winking, whooping as living being!
Twittering its' silent sagacious saga when the ringing roots are entwining,
Gusting, the swooshing symphony of the smashing symbiosis.
The seeds are throbbing spasmodically into mature trees;
Sheltering the myriads of native wild species.
The wild blooms in seclusion are trilling in the tranquil breeze,
Twiddling and twirling in oblivion, invigorating the dying dandelions.
There is no hubbub; discrimination, feeble and strong, old and new,
Even cheeping competing species sloshing in consonance are clinking in gleeful communion!
The flapping, fluttering forest is clicking, caressing each other,
To enliven, the stup of the felled trees for hundred of years.
The mother trees are murmuring the lulling lullabies, nurturing their saplings.
They know not, the survival of the fittest, the gluttony!
In the thicket, there is no cacophony, but mere
Mellifluous rumbling of dribbling polyphony!
Categories:
polyphony, appreciation, creation, earth, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
A trio of warblers jargon
a madrigal in harmony.
Their polyphony awakens
a slumbering dawn from darkness
while white dewy daffodils, like
saintly daughters of charity,
bow before the paragon sun.
A gentle zephyr diffuses
its collection of fragrances
from the myriad wildflowers
it encountered on its journey
eastward; sojourning, perfuming,
impregnating the morning air
with its sweet, volatile essence.
Categories:
polyphony, nature, daffodils,
Form:
Verse
Never trust a woman with a stick
Allegros slow Andantes quick
It starts when Passionata comes on stage
Hips controlled feet detache dress in style
lento firm lips betray a smile
Rehearsals can be so deathly sweet
Routined (in mind) commence polyphony
hoping for a firm sure beat
She steps upon the stand with grace
Checks (includes her undergarments) that
We're all in place then
Taps the flowered rack
All players
men emasculated
women stuck to chairs
instantly repond (with silent prayers)
Egmont is chosen for the overture
The long tutti fortissimo is SICK!
QUICK!
Trumpets trombones French horns
empty valves of spit
Woodwinds check their springs
the reeds for grit
The entire string section pluck their strings
but OH!
The bloody tambourine
shaken on its stand rolls off of it
and down each riser in jingling fit
Passionata breathes contemptuous
sighs
rapture flash of victory in her eyes
At last a chirptwittering laugh
patronizing glance to all
(especially the men)
"Shall we" rising to her tallest fullest
"try it once again"
Categories:
polyphony, confusion, funny, music
Form:
Free verse
Mosaic shards drift
Animated color swirl
Romantic bait dance
Miraculous release in
polyphony~ MUM, May I?
Categories:
polyphony, environment, imagery, spiritual, surreal,
Form:
Haibun
(A hullabaloo in hotel Astor)
My wife was flat-chested I named her Monotony
Went to the hotel Astor with friend Polyphony
Polyphony was a singer
Strung up a stringer-a swinger
A hullabaloo with Polyphony's symphony
A hullabaloo in hotel Astor: Limerick©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 November, 2014 Silchar, Assam, India
Categories:
polyphony, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Riding the notes of a didjeridoo
as on a skateboard and just before
it fades we casually step off to
a rising female voice pushing to the fore
by the steady beat of a talking drum.
we fly in late afternoon reverie
to the sounds of oil and water, we aum
mane padme hum to a symphony,
of polyphony and rhythmomy,
lost in a moment of anonymity
frozen in a time continuity,
given over to total nullity,
until the beat changes and ascends,
quick moments awareness, lost to good ends.
Categories:
polyphony, allusion,
Form:
Sonnet
Why make a sound or noise
or do anything to the page?
Unison playing from polyphony,
music evolves toward simplicity.
Gould's assertion that complexity,
NASA, is no more certain than a drunk in his city
weaving, heaving his guts into the gutter;
by any measure, evolution's favored bacteria.
Therefore, the earliest poem taking joy
in abundant crops and the lover's body,
2K B.C., followed by Yeats' Lapis Lazuli
offers the completest hope to us, easily,
for living this life without God's help
or even probability's. We meet
in the meeting house, argue and pray. We sit
with the dead who gave their genes to whelp
ourselves. Today, and then, the one question is
What is the polity's interest in the private soul?
Being free means belonging to the loved ones.
O the individual, alone, cannot be whole.
Governance evolves to democracy,
man accepting sole responsibility
for his thoughts, his wants, his words. Pure,
vibratoless genes from a polyphony of wars.
Categories:
polyphony, body, city, god, hope,
Form:
Verse
DAMSELS IN KUTTANAD
In Kuttanad
The damsels
Never outruns girlhood.
Like lakes,
Stirs in gentle breeze.
In the brook
Perches becomes stars
At their sight.
At the twinkling anklets
Water lilies flushed.
From the untied hair
The blackened shadows flies.
Seeing the ebony bossom
The sky bloomed wide.
TIME
Time
The turbid water
Everyone catches fish.
I'm waiting
turn to come.
FANTACY
Her cotton sari
Ensnared the city
Hands spirited
Neck sought to strangle
Legs fly
Hair soar madness
Ears melted cell phones
Heart collapsed the sky.
DISTORTED
Arabian sea
Encroached the city
With chopped head
And swelled legs.
Clouds fought like black cats
Spirit scented rain raged on.
The world lay
As if in a morgue
Varied dance accrued
Atop it.
View distorted.
Categories:
polyphony, life
Form:
I wasn't there to hear the choir
though once I sang with them,
but I still think of Holliday
at closing--cadence coming up
and his conducting stern, impassive
just as always
with the same authority,
demanding and receiving
absolute attention,
pulling them along .
What were his thoughts, I wonder,
amid those final glorious moments
of polyphony?
And then again the homophonic chords
resolving with "amen,"
his gaze still far away, aside,
when just before the cutoff
he would turn, perhaps,
to look directly at the singers
--that faintest hint of smile appearing,
wrists in last release,
the frame of stillness introduced...
hands in the air...
four seconds of suspended time
and he stepped down
to face the last applause,
what then?
Without success, I understand,
they asked him back as guest
in those successive years
but knew as well as he,
in cadence there is no reprise.
Categories:
polyphony, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Flash carefull of the dark i'm here forever
Malifecent imitators,now here,nevermore
Prudently need reed to stop, heart's weak
Land repeatedly emerge...memories bind
Green eyes once dared to love abidingly
Polyphony, Sonata, to thought the mind
To pupil the heart, affairs billions, for you
Never a note misspelled voice of nature
Gained blood shed soil hailed and meant
Lords house is all around right we belong
Exhale enhale live don't surrender I never
Blues green white and yellow flatter grey
However everything revealed its telltale
06/05/2017
Categories:
polyphony, art, life, love, music,
Form:
Personification
To pick up a line and take it for a stroll.
The essential is within, the mystics say,
but equally important is the outside:
a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds,
in the intense green background a dazzling yellow field.
The line crosses dead centre. To draw breath for surfaces,
smooth and cross-hatched: first impressions of place.
A distant rumbling. Scene changed by invisible stagehands.
Gadflies in sorties before the storm, a frenzy,
a slaughter: chaos linked up.
A flash on the horizon: a zig-zag line.
I set my face for rain. Paul notices a girl
with curly hair, fleeing: a spiraling movement.
A bridge comes into sight: row of curves. Lines
in his sketchbook appear in the richest profusion,
fading and gaining power, restrained and articulate move
and countermove. The rain’s blurring it all. The feeling of space
intensifies. Mesh and brickwork, when one returns to town.
Voice. Polyphony. Strange face. Smiling greeting.
Above us the stars are revealed: scattered points.
The painter’s tree grows from roots, but its crown
is a trip to the land of better knowledge. A flame-burst
directed by hand. A symphony of forms. A good thing
like a guiding thread in the dense bush at twilight.
A joyful equivalence. A whole.
Categories:
polyphony, art, beauty, creation, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Utterances offering the wrong ideas
Like murder-planning spears:
To their recipient an enough sting
But to the source songs to freely sing
The seventy-two teeth of crocodile,
Together jammed and survival is for a while;
Participating voices ascending mountain tops
Like they are sure there should be no stops;
Their height a far cry from teaks;
Path the resonating bellows and laughable squeaks
A rivalry of cacophony
And festival of polyphony;
Rude demonstrations of rude interruptions
And recreation of volcanic eruptions.
A contradiction of the other voice is a goal,
The longing for it, down the soul;
The gentle questions for trickery,
The applauding hands from mockery.
Insults first fruits are slaps unendurable,
Their predictable lasts, blows unmanageable.
Categories:
polyphony, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The thinking eye,the abstract made visible
a spatial convergence ,now liberated.
Imaginary ,incomplete feelings,beacons of
vivacity,profound and positive.Intense inner
sounds,a polyphony,the poet's soul,unfazed&free
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Categories:
polyphony, poetry, poets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
waterlilies promenading
in a lonesome pond
are glimmering jewels
of green onyx and emerald
exuding empyrean elegance
of your perennial aura
oh, the purplish water
that holds her tiny roots
gently interchanging
like a melody transposing
from monophony to polyphony
whilst lilac and sandstone petals
dance with its rhythmic flow
my young heart melts
as leaves in varied hues
of emerald and jade
reflect the kiss of sunlight
like the sparkle in your eyes
when I whisper, "I love you"
17 March 2021
Notes:Water Lilies (or Nymphéas, French: [n?~.fe.a]) is a series of approximately 250 oil paintings by French Impressionist Claude Monet (1840–1926). The paintings depict his flower garden at his home in Giverny, and were the main focus of his artistic production during the last thirty years of his life. Many of the works were painted while Monet suffered from cataracts. (Photo and info credits to Wikipedia )
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Categories:
polyphony, appreciation, art, nature,
Form:
Ekphrasis