Best Sonatas Poems
*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and is chock full with enormous wordplay...
oh and one more palindrome in this description.
Can you find more? I challenge you word freaks!*****
____SATAN OSCILLATE MY METALLIC SONATAS____
Last night, around eleven or so, I decided to paint a pink castle.
To my dismay, on display, is what looks more like a pink *******.
Picasso would've been so proud!
Today, upon recording nothing short of a colossal debacle,
I've chosen to
utilize the eyes of a hostile apostle.
Tossing docile scribble, I'm scribing.
Describing life like a diatribe conniving REVIVER at a revival.
LIVE EVIL!
Palindrome EYE to the side of my tribe.
Get in line, standing at the hands of HANNA.
PULL UP.
RISE AND VOTE SIR!
EYE
LEVEL
to
NUN'S
BOOB.
WOW!
We OTTO-matically
POP a PEEP at NOON!
DAD got so damn mad he DID the DEED
and split three XANAX with his MADAM and MOM!
(ALA the ABBA GIG way back in them AHA kookie KOOK days)
So anyways...
Back to peek hassle!
Do ya' think he might like ta' take a stab at my STATS?
*****(this was fun as fun can be:
hope you have half as much fun with it as I did:)*****
~JSLambert
I stand invisible ~
thoughts t a
n
g
l e d
in tranquil teal
amidst the
wind that sighs
through r u s
t l
i
n g ruffles
of honey blossoms…
and I, the inkless ghost
of morning butterflies
dawning upon
acrylic edges
of rainbow-kissed petals ~
where wild roses glow
where love thrives
where dreams steep
d r e n c h e d
in cinnamon amber
amidst the m o v i n g mist
of melted memories
merged on the cusp
of crooning colors
ache to seize the organza
lace unfurling
and swirling
above
the ticking seasons
& silent skies,
whilst clouds resemble t i m e ~
the magnetic mirror
to suppressed sorrow
sketched with
glass-winged strokes ~
wishing the sightless
could touch
what the skin cannot trace ~
fragility of soul
set afloat in sunflower sonatas
forever framed
through an aesthetic lens
an artist’s dream
b l o o m i n g
in a garden of pining poppies
and trembling tulips,
dancing to the
healing heartbeat of hope,
facing the quivering light
embracing the pulse of life
letting go of darkness
rooted in the psyche
of ancestral truths ~
that eclipsed the
softness of stars
oblivious to the
palette of perspectives
unraveling quenched stems
erasing peculiar poems
as letters breathe
flames of summer
pressed within enveloped orchids
engrossed in distant love ~
for this longing p a i n t s
a musky meadow
where petals and sepals
still remember
& reminisce
the memory of us ...
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
MUSIC
M -elody's moonbeams
U-nleash silver sonatas
S -erenades soft dreams,
I-vory hued cantatas,
C-hords shimmer harmonic themes
5-17-21
Contest" Tankacrostic
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Sky road, immense elongated
I've listened to sonatas all life long
of bolides, stars and comets