Best Practicing Poems
My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave. Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first, like ‘Carry me Back to Old Virginia’ or a simplified version of Beethoven's ‘Ode to Joy.’
As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that although technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love.
sunlit window
scales when he wanted
to be playing baseball
Published - Cattails - Winter - 2016
Categories:
practicing, brother, music,
Form:
Haibun
Practicing for Easter
I had heard from God high overhead
In heaven and here is what He said
Sings songs about me and my Son
On bright sunny day until it is done.
Songs in mind and heart start singing
Closer to God are constantly bringing
Who with others should always share
For your songs and poems always care.
When you start practicing each song
Only do it for short time and not long
Practice loudly and also with full force
Voice will be scratchy and end up horse.
Choir and organist together shall feel
All of their sounds are on an even keel
Doing it this way over and over again
And much better will begin to blend in.
Easter morning bring all of your friends
And shivers up spine our singing sends
You are sure to know from very start
God is in their singing and also heart.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Wife told me after choir practice
before Maundy Thursday service
that all of the practicing was
making her become horse.
Categories:
practicing, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
An herbaceous arbor
flanks the harbor
where he labors
fitting words to spaces --
blanks he fills, erases.
He savors bits of meaning,
sculpting sound to logic's shape,
annealing word and image,
polishing a verbal mound
congealing on his pad.
A bird chirps.
Song distracts.
A moment's lapse.
He compares the bird's
with his own work,
considers form and content,
sees the gaps,
tosses his dead page
into the water's murk.
Categories:
practicing,
Form:
Free verse
a beautiful thing
butterfly whispers a kiss dreamed
gentle breeze blowing
~~~
in soft wrinkling hands
in the graceful age of time
in wisdom shared
~~~
echos softening
star fruits glistening in the night
i still hear you there
~~~
written words of love
passions etched deep into soul
timeless in the hand
~~~
golden lotus opens
universal transcendence
illumination
~~~~~~~~~~
if I miscount my syllables, please do let me know, still working on it. xo
these for me are really difficult! I praise you Haiku Masters in here!
Categories:
practicing, loveme,
Form:
Haiku
My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave
Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first--tunes like "Carry me Back to Old Virginia" or a simplified version of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that though technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love of music!
scales
when he wanted to be out
playing baseball
Categories:
practicing, baseball, brother, music,
Form:
Haibun
My shoes are the strong silent type in that
they rarely throw fits about the weather
as flip-flops do nor demand tit-for-tat
consideration when worn together
with socks. It should come as little surprise
then that they’re white and grey, underemployed
running shoes, meaning long strolls at sunrise
are just what they sound like: footsteps devoid
the prerequisite urgency to shift
directions as deemed necessary by
either myself or my feet when adrift
through trance-like stables of the butterfly
where train engineers mimic the station
of glacier-laced shoe-string transformation.
Categories:
practicing, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
You caught me, didn't you?
Indulging in a vacuous reality
I'll never understand, nor truly know
for it is merely locus of a bold phenomenon
we call synaptic in a brain,
but for the mystery of sense,
we cannot prove is there.
But it works, doesn't it?
Any old reality will do;
my preference is the moment
that cannot be seen
and to adapt the old cliche
in new dress, come what may,
sight unseen with some reluctance
rules both night and day.
Be warned, for it is I
who squeezes joy from
such things nihilistic,
I forever spewing sequiters
that non or otherwise defile
the ears of anyone in quest
of truth.
A toast, my friends, to nothingness!
Content be damned, or sanctified;
there is the challenge of discovery--
of worlds we dare not dream.
and there is noone to adjudicate
the what, or when, or why of it.
Bon chance! For there is hope,
if not of victory,
then an unfinished now.
~
Categories:
practicing, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Most of the music I’ve written will never see the light of day
I guess it wasn’t meant to be heard here
But that’s okay because still I persevere
Driven by a sense that it’s not for nothing
That there’s an eternity coming…
Where the symphonies in my head
Will finally be scored
Where the walls
Will playback their tapes
Where all of the ideas
Those remembered, and those long-forgotten
Will proclaim that it’s time
Where all the years of practice
Will reveal that it has been for something
That I was being honed for the ultimate performance
Or maybe not…
Maybe it was just for the sheer pleasure of it
To be enjoyed only within the confines of the finite
And that’s okay too
But I really don’t believe that…
Categories:
practicing, christian, faith, heaven, introspection,
Form:
Prose
Practicing the presence
in the void of stillness,
rekindling innocence
in vibrant blissfulness,
bursts forth effervescence.
Practicing the presence
in childlike wonderment,
our inner sentience
ignites the joy current,
nestled in contentment.
Practicing the presence
as our breath gently flows,
the burning bliss incense,
our heart’s cravings mellows,
gracing soul’s ambience.
Practicing the presence
in quiet surrender,
unbound is heart’s vibrance
in rapturous thunder
of our luminescence.
02-May-2022
Categories:
practicing, spiritual,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
The movers wheeled the piano in the apartment
my tutors revealed plateaus climbed as an artist
hours flying pages turned black and white keys charted
scoured trying ages I played packed plight I started
recitals, concert halls, from practicing hardest
reprisals, my art calls, the piano sits modest
In my twilight years I teach children to harvest
the wild bright light nears, to each the piano harnessed
Categories:
practicing, age, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form:
Monorhyme
The scratching wakes me up
Ridiculously unsatisfying
Yet notoriously put there by shingles
Or excruciatingly painful allergen.
A scream for help
Time is in my way
Sorry I sid not sneak my Excedrin pm into hospital
Morphine is not cutting it.
Each time more insistent
On a more potent drug
Categories:
practicing, addiction, sick,
Form:
Light Verse
We
Practicing Artistry
Meet again
At a modern cafe
on another lovely day.
Words from friends
Amends....
Delights, enlights and with all rights
Hallelujah (friends)
Amen !!
Categories:
practicing, blessing, rights,
Form:
Rhyme
Here's a picture of Hindrix practicing on stage;
how tender is the revealing image...
as he strokes the guitar's strings,
exaggerating the pitches of his melodies!
Rock was Hindrix's joy...he loved
to play it while crowds were dancing;
he laughed between breaks, knowing
that it'd have been globally shared!
Categories:
practicing, death, happiness, history, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
The art of practicing goodness and kindness on line, is hereby dedicated to Danial Darling's book about those topics. He appeared on today's 700 Club on TBN.***
With so much hatred and rage over flowing like Noah's flood,
happening in our society today. It is spilling over to our online
digital world. It is filled with hurtful words of bitterness and hate.
But why wait until tomorrow, because tomorrow may never come?
To say you are sorry, for your hurtful words, and that you made a bad
mistake. The art of practicing goodness and kindness on line, can
help build bridges to better relationships.
But the online digital world must not replace face to face communication.
Which is still possible with COVID's guidelines for social distancing.
In order for us not to lose the art and the practice of personal
relationships and friendships.
This world would be a better and safer and gentler place. In order for us to live and raise our families. We must not neglect, the art of practicing goodness. And kindness both in person and online. We will enjoy having peace of mind. We will not always agree, but we must not forget to practice common courtesy.
We must put our faith and trust upon the broad shoulders of Jesus
Christ. He is both the author and source of our everlasting life. He paid the
ultimate sacrifice to redeem our lost souls! He always never forgot practicing
the art of forgiveness.
We are instructed to love one another as he first loved us. The art of practicing kindness and goodness is still relevant in our contemporary world we live in today. Just because we live in the 21st century! Does not mean, we can forfeit and leave behind. Common decency and common courtesy. Always remember, whatever you may do. its how you treat and respect others. Will become exactly the same way they treat and respect you!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 21, 2020
Categories:
practicing, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Fire
Is the big rage
Of a fed up man who
Took a look at his little school
And decided it was not worthy of
Him and destroyed the cursed school
Claiming it was for the
Best good what a
Fire
Categories:
practicing, allusion, anger, discrimination,
Form:
Rictameter