Best Sopranos Poems
When cover of a book teases us to pry
Courted we're by sound of their voices:
Writers, creators, poets, and scholars--
Inviting us to virtues of wisdom inside.
If we can hear the sound of galleries
And the renaissance of cultural history
Wowed by music, sculptures, and paintings
We are attuned to the voices of artists.
When strings strum atop a music box
Cadence that moves us is voice of guitar,
Singer then bends the voice of lyrics
As we respond to the rhythm of music.
Emotions rile in disharmonious voices
Uttered by traffic, streets, and buildings
Contrasting soft tunes of rustling leaves
And whispered voices of whistling winds.
Voices are poems, feelings, and smiles
Tears and fears or trumpets of joy;
Sopranos singing of victories and defeats,
Agents of goodwill or messengers of cries.
December 3, 2018
Placed first in Voices poetry contest by Silent One
Placed first in February 2019, week 3 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
sopranos, art, culture, literature, music,
Form:
Verse
an orchestrated night glitters
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks
fingered on silver keys
the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing
in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with intonations of delight
Categories:
sopranos, nature, night,
Form:
Free verse
I move, I move,
My wheels turn like wild things
My hands cry the rims
I run in my dreams
I jump with style
I dance
I move, and dance
My eyes sing like sopranos
My mouth uses color
Like a rainbow
Behind me
I run
I run and I run
The drip lines in my arm
Are parachute ropes
I steer them alone
To land here
I stand
I dream, I dream
Nothing keeps my mind
Inside my faltering
Little loving body
With dancing
Writing pen
***
January 13, 2017
Categories:
sopranos, confidence, dance, dream, mental
Form:
Free verse
“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
Robins, wrens, sparrows,
quivering, yet silent, still
on limbs and branches, boughs,
heavy with rustling leaves,
their feathers brilliantly flaunted,
in cloaks of crimson, indigo and lemony yellow,
creating music with arms, soft wings
singing to the shattered trees,
in altos, sopranos and gentle tenors,
laughing, chattering, chortling,
teaching the skies their cozy songs…
wrestling with the crisp of winter,
hesitating on the melody,
alive… more alive than the breathless winds,
shivering through the oaks and pines,
washing away all the sun’s spun wishes,
singing light on the ridges,
murmuring joy and peace and love,
in angelic voices, lifted in praise,
silencing the grief, the pain, the heartbreaking
in the distance,
the heart breaking, like a whisper…
birdsong, bird’s song,
alive and warm, in tones of hope,
poured out like the sun,
gentle and fond,
adoring, worshipful,
rising to the skies, tender
falling over the promises, the fanciful
reflections of a love,
who is peaceful like the dove,
bird’s reassuring, in hues, all colors,
rising and susurrant,…
praising, praying, promising
forever spun on gold threads of light,
softly falling on shadows,
restoring the life, resurrecting
insights, inspiring, imaginations,
alive… so alive, the bird’s sing
and, while the night, so silent,
presses in on the soul,…
we are remembering the call of hope,
peaceful and praising, every praising,
like the wind through the trees,
the singsong breeze,
each bird trembles with the need,
to please, simply please,
singing to the One who erases the dark,
fills the heart and silences the shame,
as the heart continues to pray,
and praise, oh, how they praise,
singing like the love who stirs life,
inside each story,
inspires love that is ever worthy.
Categories:
sopranos, animal, bird, hope, joy,
Form:
Ode
sinuous seaside sand
softly shifts smooth stones
seaweeds stinky sigh
winsome waves woven
wearing wondrous weave
westerly wind whistles
sunlit sparkling stars
seashore serenades sunshine
sopranos singing
driftwood’s dozing dreams
distant diamond disappears
deep dusky day dies
7-29-2020
Birch Bay
Categories:
sopranos, sea, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
Do you hear the music?
Floating on the breeze
And the sweet song’s lyrics
Brings words of peace
The music sings of peace on earth
And the chiming of sweet bells
There is a flute playing
With sounds of harps as well
I can hear the choir
Chiming in on high
Sweet Sopranos, Altos,
Tenors, and Baritone
Do you hear the music?
The choir and the harps,
Bringing words of peace
Which are loating on the breeze
It’s Christmas Morning bright,
And I sing along with the lyrics light
‘mild and sweet, their songs repeat’
And I hope with all my heart,
Where ever you are,
There’s peace on earth,
Goodwill to men!
‘Cause I can hear the music,
Floating on the breeze
And the sweet song’s lyrics,
Bringing me peace
Categories:
sopranos, christian, christmas, music, peace,
Form:
Free verse
How good to be in a
countryside,
Where there is full of
laughter;
Chirping birds,folklore
stories,
Where there is freshness
in
the soil;
Tall trees magnificiently
grown,
Untendered
flowers blooming wildly.
Ways
are narrow,pitchy path,
Yet give an exquisite
pictureque;
Mountains and vales
with misty clouds,
Carried away by the azure
sky;
Where your mind gives
room,
For peace and freedom of
thought.
How good to be in a
countryside,
Where evening never
passes
without gatherings;
Where you can hear
sopranos,
Never makes you feel
tiresome;
With same enthusiasm
you
open your eyes,
For another cheerful
day
Categories:
sopranos, nature
Form:
Prose Poetry
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At Choir Practice Observing
Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.
Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did church bells rang,
And after hearing each alto and tenor
Surely knew choir was really a winner.
We heard choir had to wait until fall,
And will be singing in a concert hall;
Finally, eventually receive much fame,
Which would end up with world acclaim.
James Thomas Horn
True believer in much great music;
Who at this moment just had heard it.
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Categories:
sopranos, appreciation, happiness, music,
Form:
Couplet
I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist,
I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet
nothin' yet, and metballs sound great
but I don't wanna wait on line...
like deeze nice kids from North Carolina!
I tried to jump the line, but duh big guy...
a mean-looking man yells,
" Get back on line, weisnheimer... I don't like doze
kinda of guys...yuh're just another customer! "
I am so hungry I could jeet a big cow,
an' wanna give him a piece of my silly mind!
"Oh my god...he makes me mad!"
" Yuh got a lotta nerve, buddy! " I yell back...
" Don't yuh mess with a goomba! "
" Oh, my god...I sound like doze guys from Duh Sopranos...
I wanna no drama, just my meatballs hero and go! "
Duh tall, chubby man stares at me an' says," Listen to me,
don't yuh tawk to me like dat! "...
" Yuh think...yuh're so special!" I axeya
in a nice way, so go back to the line...an' wait like dey do!...
" Do yuh understand? "..." Someone tell me...whatta I'm gonna
do with an idiot like dat? "
" Yuh still laugh at me like I am tellin' yuh a whacky joke! "
He freezes my words...I can't tawk;
and with a huge hero in my hand, I run back to my scash!
Translation:
I'm driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst,
I am having a craving for a sandwich;
I haven't eaten anything yet, and meatballs look great,
but I don't want to wait in line...
like these nice kids from North Carolina!
I try to jump the line, but the big guy,
a mean-looking man looks at me and shouts,
" Get back in line, wise guy...I don't like those kind of guys!"
" You are just another customer!"
I'm so hungry I could eat a big cow,
and I want to give him a piece of my crazy mind,
but the tall, chubby man stares at me and says,
"Listen to me, don't you talk to me like that!"
"You think you are so special! I asked you in a nice way,
so go back in line... and wait like they do!"...
"Do you understand?..."Someone tell me...what I am going to do
with an idiot like that?..."You still laugh at me like I'm telling you a crazy joke!"
He freezes my words...I can't talk;
and with a huge sanwich in my hand,
I quickly run back to my old-beat-up car!
Entered in Debarah's Guzzi contest, " Dialects make the world go around "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
sopranos, funny, people, places, satire,
Form:
Narrative
Adam, my Adam prithee
answer my plea
Will you join me in savoring
the
fruits of yon tree
Eve always cool as home made
gabagool
Why mess with the bosses'
one sacred rule
Adam don't accuse me of
protesting too much
But a kingdom for an apple
sounds easy enough
Eve there's a lot for us both to
consider
Like taking advice from one
prone to slither.
Adam doth these leaves make
my lithe form look fat
Eve they cover all the best
pieces, wad up wit dat?
Adam thy visage is a Tempest
of gloom
Eve I fear we screwed up
bada-bing bada-boom.
Adam everything seems
different betwixt thou and me
Since we ate of the fruit of
that forbidden tree.
Twas the promise of equal
footing Adam forsooth
Eve that snaky rat bastard
wasn't telling the truth
Categories:
sopranos, allegory
Form:
Couplet
The crystal clear image
of her face tattooed
on my inner eyelids.
Delicate blonde hair;
snake bitten lower lip—
tender gaze of pacific.
Memories inscribed in jet black ink--
my anchor when tides would swell;
breath of ocean breeze- the hurricanes eye.
Blue irises you keep
remind me of those
summer sunsets.
Evening constellations—
what cinemas
they were.
Vocal cords could harmonize an angelic
melody of sopranos singing in perfect unison;
even slurs that spilled in your slumber.
Again last night I dreamt of bliss—
wishing you'd been there
for my ecstatic expression.
Our retinas reunited;
the song of ours
was playing again.
Awakening only to find this
barricade I built between us
remains anything but a dream.
Categories:
sopranos, beautiful, first love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Handel’s great masterpiece
High sopranos soar and
Hold long notes: “King of Kings!”
Hundreds join in chorus.
Hear the jubilant fugue,
Hearts and voices sing “And
He shall reign forever.”
2/17/2017
For contest Pleiades H
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Categories:
sopranos, music,
Form:
Verse
Termites
chatter
hitting
typewriters
Neon tails
of
tiny-winged
lanterns
flutters
My Gemelina, the Black foxes
roost singing sopranos
Giggling Jiminy wonders
“Who” acoustics in vibrato
Hear Tom Cat’s melancholic song,
As the bullfrogs played along
Tiny swords pierced my skin,
Concertmaster graces the stage again
Then I cage owns core in my own Versailles
Savoring myriad notes while I lay rest
Illuminate the hall by the moonlit glee
As the moon its maestro in honeyed
Beethoven symphony
Categories:
sopranos, animal, appreciation, insect, music,
Form:
Shape
It's "The Children's Hour," as Franklin Delano
dubbed it, proffering that famous profile, chin high,
cigarette holder clinched in good dental symmetry,
all the while flashing that celebrated smile. He'd "Walk
a Mile for a Camel," (or the Secret Service would)
while steering us through war, the Great Depression,
and a desert of dry times, not to mention wines,
until he repealed Prohibition, restored civility
and White House Happy Hour to the post meridian.
Scotch or Brandy, his choice; mine, Chardonnay
from Argentina, gaucho land of Peron and his Eva who
demonstrated beauty and brains can survive
in the same body: soul sister to Jayne Mansfield,
hiding her IQ beneath a double-D cup. So, Bottoms up,
children, let the games begin! What'll you have?
Scotch on the Rocks, whiskey or gin? A martini with
two olives, one for you and one for your baby?
Or several of those sweet ones that deck you,
wreck you--three strikes and you're out under
apple, cranberry, or lemon-lime lightning?
Come sip with me for cocktails and a concerto
in my backyard, where afternoon wind wields a baton
for sopranos in the pines, the marsh-myrtle's alto,
and the fig's bellowing bass, empurpled and powerful.
He wouldn't have it any other way: I'm THAT deep,
he rails, wind's in my sails, and you, chattering
children should be practicing your scales.
Categories:
sopranos, people
Form:
Free verse
Altos and sopranos
Blend - songs
Are heard in the distance . .. . . . .. . .
bass and tenors sings songs of joy
Noises...(pleasant noises to be precise)
Musical noises increase in volume
Some people talk and sing at the same time
Some are having the time of their lives
Then...something breaks the innocence of a professional choir -
Bad language! I bet you didn't expect that, did you!?
People speak freely now
It's as if the teacher is saying, "Go ahead, class, and cuss all you want now!"
Very loud - the commotion is banging at my ear drums
My ears are sensitive to the noise
Yearning to hear songs instead of chit-chatters
I wanna hear music, not the latest gossips!
Songs and noises get my full attention in a good and bad way . . .
Just sayin'. Now, I'm hear payin' the price.
I'm obeyin'. Now, can I roll the dice?
Categories:
sopranos, angst, confusion, hope, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse