Best Solo Poems
Another Sunday evening at the street-corner
next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean
The solo pianist with desert-lime eyes
sits once-again on the piano chair.
His hair,a Honeysuckle-brown
with a salt and pepper tint
sways in the summer breeze
under the old wrought iron street-lamp.
Passers-by gather in a crowd
and listen to symphonic sounds.
Like on those many yesterdays
when She sat down on the old oak wooden bench
to listen to his baritone voice and melodic tune
Close enough, to capture the glow upon his face
through the soft embrace of a cradle-moon.
His fatigued- hands wear early youth
which match the embers of his heart
His fingers bleed between the keys
of black and white, as crimson red
wakes up the passion-rose inside.
Before each note, within each pause
Its there He thinks of her ..
The one who turned his every page
The brown -eyed ,sun-kissed island girl.
All vibrant colours fill up his mind
Her somber soul He seeks to find
Her shadow still craves to belong
wrapped in his arms and every song.
Alone atop a hill,
an ornamental willow
dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
that gracefully sweeps the ground.
Adored by the sun,
the willow is not weeping.
She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
for the sun alone, she shines.
The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)
An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.
I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.
In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.
Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.
solo sunflower
pregnant with seeds, standing tall -
neighborly hello
Leia then met scoundrel Hans Solo
Got no lightsaber, but donned a sexy polo
He vexed then enticed this Jedi lass
Till our rascal froze in carbonite brass!
1/13/2018
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Would it be hard to do what she wants?
Can anyone weaken her to the core?
For some people will make her feel haunted
But nothing can stop her to thrive for more
She is one of her kind
She got the aim of her solo flight
No one got the power to dethrone her
Cause she is the queen bee of her hive
Amidst the sea, through the strom
From the darkness towards the ray of hope
She wandered into the wilderness for sure
But the lost ship finally got its shore...
UNWANTED VIOLIN SOLO
She wrested notes from unwilling
And resisting rosined string.
The rhythm struggled to assert control
Over her strained and anxious soul.
Mother shushed her resisting offspring,
Father struggled with his watch’s mainspring.
Children twisted hair and faces :
All wished to be in other places.
A gorgeous silence
fell on your departure,
air that once shimmered
ire and malice,
is now clear and free
and fit to be breathed, in
days were lost,
the minutes crept
into numb hours,
feet turned circles
into squares
dumb of what to do
where to go
the mind flooded
with vast arrays
of pictured thoughts,
emotions bubbled
to boil, then nothing,
blank screens
all the way round
anchoring self
onto a listing lull
instilled the sublime,
falling for the silence
and drifting into the
grace of peace
I find myself
beautifully solo
The shuddering waves hasten the night
the fullness of the moon hides behind copious clouds,
soon a roar becomes overwhelming amidst the storm
as the lashing rain solidifies upon the creaking bow.
freezing salty air
the siren of the whale’s call
enhance his struggles
It was then, as if a giant hand sweeps away the tempest
when tossed with in its heart, the tigerish rouge is subdued,
the lone sailor cries out in prayer as his trembling fingers
wipe away the remnants from his Bohemian brow.
paper thin egg shell
stained ribbons of wooded ply
wax candle aglow
His prayer was answered suddenly the clouds part
and the prominence of starlight shine through,
with his compass lost and guiding system kaput
he plots his way; sails the furrows of the celestial plough.
tears of gratitude
aid the swelling ocean waves
red sky a warning
Entered Sailing Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
Written 2020
Solo downunder
Where be you so lovely
here I am alone in my bed
cold sheets, no passion, bit lonely
a dog on the patio, Ferret said
the night leans heavily on my soul
the girls that got away
too slow to catch a young poddy foal
too shy for a word to say
perhaps i'm meant to be alone
no clutter in the mind
shielas won't make me pick up the phone
better if i'm dumb deef n blind...
Don Johnson
Life breathed into us by the Creator
dependent on our mamas ‘til we
take our first tentative steps
though so soon we fly
to the far reaches of the cosmos
up and away, physical and intellectual play
tethered to Earth by jobs which pay
for the fascination of our
solo ways
Screaming cat, what's up with you?
Seated on my fence at a quarter of two
The night is short, the hour's deep
Leave me be to enjoy my sleep
Oh what I wouldn't give for a shoe!
aria
robin sings a joyful song
sunrise solo
To steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet
as earth recedes and clouds embrace my flight;
a weightlessness and joy become my meat
and angels reach to set the stars alight.
Up here in space one feels
a brother to the wind,
and rides his coattails high
beyond the brightest star.
I rise to sit alone in God's deep lap
and reach to gather stars as I pass by.
I long to plant a kiss on Moon's stiff brow;
to steal Moon's glow in troughs beneath my feet.
Sadly I heard this old man say one day
If I had his looks I'd be out there making hay
In the sunshine or the rain
On the grass, or on a plane
Guess I'll just have to perform a solo ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
In life I was given this job,
in death-
the footnote,
there are tails told by men you've never met,
women the same.
As far as I've seen it,
I always wanted to know I was alone inside,
I always thought about something that could happen,
not even alone...
Wish-fullness does die,
and you can't control it,
seeing the future though,
is enough.