Best Recital Poems
Recital / free verse / Pride
Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion
But none revealed
As she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
Examine the two-dimensional codes
Then silence breaks
As both hands spring into fantastical dance
On an ever changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
Transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts and lungs
Feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
The fantastical dance declines
With final notes
Striking harmonious chords
Deep into our psyche
Our ethereal journey ends
And we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
To a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion as she exits
But none revealed
Save a quick glance & brief smile
Acknowledging her proud parent's pounding hearts
Misting eyes and beaming faces
Recital / tanka / Pride
smooth operator
flawless rhapsody in blue
climax conclusion
cacophony of applause
with proud parents’ pounding hearts
When her presence trod the oak-hewn boards,
barefoot on the bees wax, lyrical on the shine,
the cypress calm coughed ruffle of her dress,
soaking slapped applause, her heart raged saturnine.
Thus before the altar of the grand,
when silence fell the expectation soared,
precisely correlated to the bated through,
cut musical astrology with every silver chord.
Carved of the detailed crystal shards of sound,
with fingers dipped in symmetry and fire,
each avalanche crescendo stilling breath,
perfection wrought from ivory and wire.
And as she mourns of marrowbone and men,
coitus with the discipline’s demands,
her metronomic thought has cause to dwell
on what possession haunts her phantom hands.
Fertilizing rhymes,
Buzzing couplets in the Spring:
Pollinated verse.
an attentive passerby can hear the full bloom raucous
gardens have been awakened by the iridescent sun
tulip orchids, with their gray-green leaves of glaucous
heed to chimes of silver and blue bells, rivalry has begun
in full flower, cherry blossoms bask in their self-satisfied beauty
exotic birds of paradise scoff, deeming uniqueness more pleasing
rainbow irises snicker at dahlias, labelling them snooty
lilacs and hyacinths gang up on jasmine with their teasing
competition is fierce, as crocus and primrose compete
impatiens can’t wait to hear who gets the “first spring flower” title
***** willows attempt to tame the tiger lilies, but face defeat
the gerberas were right; this will be one lively spring recital
April 09, 2012
For CONTEST - where have all the flowers gone (Lisa Hiatt)
monorhymed quintet
Aunty Karen, what is this?
A guitar, my little miss,
this is how you play, sweet sis.
Her music makes both dogs hiss;
but to Ella, it is bliss.
written 30 March 2016
Lone tree takes the field,
Spotlighted by golden rays:
Evening theatre.
Expectation rushes in
as her silent walk begins
All eyes staring,
watching for a hint of emotion,
but none revealed
as she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
examine the two-dimensional codes ...
Then silence breaks
as both hands spring into fantastical dance
on an ever-changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts, and lungs
feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
and fantastical dance declines ...
With final notes
striking harmonious chords
deep into our psyche,
our ethereal journey ends
as we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
to a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring,
watching for a hint of emotion as she exits,
but none revealed
save a quick glance and brief smile,
acknowledging her proud parents' pounding hearts
misting eyes and beaming faces
Jack Frost on his toes
fairies dressed in white tutus
snowflake pirouettes
A low surge of words,
In mellifluous cadence:
Aquatic concert.
When my daughter was young
She went to a ballet school
The teacher thought it would be fun
To teach some fathers ballet too
She found all of six of us
Who were willing to take her dare
As long as we promised
That at her recital we would be there
She knew it would be humorous
But she wanted the dance steps done just right
So we practiced for six months
In secret late at night
We learned the many positions
We learned leaps and plies, too
But we did draw the line
None of us would wear a pink tutu
On the night of the recital
“Special Guests” is what the program said
“A Performance you won’t want to miss”
Is all the description read
So right after a first grade tap
And before a junior ballet
We flittered across the stage
As music from Swan Lake did play
At first the audience was tepid
Not really interested in a routine
With none of their little ones in it
Until they realized what they had seen
When once again we appeared
In tennis shoes and shorts
Doing plies in third position
Came the snickers and the snorts
We danced our little hearts out
Doing the steps technically precise
While old and young were laughing
At those guys under the lights
We ended our routine
With me doing a split
And stuck in that position
They carried me out for our exit
And now these many years later
My daughter still tells the story
About her ballet recital
When Dad got all the glory
Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night
Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes
Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes
Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....
"Do you really know pain," they asked
As the shadows of this world, did all but turn away
Rotting, flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed
While the countless loved ones wept; deep inside they weep
Chasing off the waiting vultures these
Petrified spirits, sown beyond the wailings trees....
Ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roarings; latex
Cataclysmic lightning of fables, now colliding, with the craving sea ~
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Apotheans, midnight winters recital!?
Note: Smile ~ This poem is about the darkened oppressions, repressions,
sufferage & plights, amid humanity within this, "Our World Today!"
glass eyes mesmerized
child serenades voice dancing
captive audience
Beneath this sordid stanza's, storm swept night such, eroglyphics ?
Frost upon his warping, window panes; oozing opaques, of blood red crimson's
Bleeding from these burnt sashes crying ashes; screaming amid the rain, Do you really
Know pain while shadows be her world and they all, but turn away ? Rotting
Flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed, as countless loved ones they wept
Deep inside she weeps ? Chasing off their waiting vultures, these; petrified spirits....
Sown beyound time's wailing trees; ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roaring
Latex lions cataclysmic lightning fables now colliding; the craving sea ? Apothean's, midnight winters recital.
Cherubic face focused intently on her task
Nervous tongue flicking across dry lips
Her tiny hands leaping across the keys
While her feet dangled above the pedals.
Her tulle-faced dress meticulously sewn
Bright patent leather-strapped shiny sandals
Pink socks with white lace carefully folded over
Long blonde braids secured with small satin bows.
The ornamental piece was flawlessly performed
Obligatory bow taken, quickly she dashed away
Embarrassed, it seemed, to have the attention
My six-year-old granddaughter’s first recital.
The dance recital showcased
Hip-hop, jazz and yes, ballet.
The costumes and the music
Put much talent on display.
From pre-schoolers up to college,
All their hard work guaranteed
That they’d entertain us beautifully
And they sure did, indeed.
We were focused on our grandchild
And she nailed her every move,
Smiling ear to ear as we were
Watching her get in the groove.
For my first time in the theater
Since we first felt Covid’s bite,
I was thrilled with this production,
Such an absolute delight.