Best Stradivarius Poems
S - she played like an accomplished musician
T - throughout the whole of the audition
R - receiving a standing ovation after an
A – awe inspiring performance that
D - delighted all, audience and judges alike with
I – impeccable timing and pitch whilst
V - veritable charm seeped from her fingers that even
A - angels would be jealous of, an awesome
R - rendition of unforced precision which
I - in spite of her tender age, was beyond
U – unexpected and all she gave was a
S - shy smile not realising her potential
Message is a quote by Heinrich Heine
09.01.21
Contest: Message in Acrostic 2
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
longingly, eyes
look on with lust;
the luster
lavished on
the polished violin -
the Stradivarius
as if
hourglass-shaped.
the sigh of sex
upon
the inanimate,
animated
by man.
the shudder, the gulp
of two bonded
in sin - its possession.
the greed, the tingle
of melodic light,
as the bow mambos
a c r o s s the strings.
the instrument
and the violinist,
necking
and naked. she’s
well-preserved,
reserved for the elite.
4 strings
the curves held
between the limbs
of another
Candide Diderot. ‘24
wicked game.
in "Angels & Demons" you wept softly,
shimmered your strings in a supine grace,
reached warmly over the edge with
a tremulous honey vibration
rising in crescendo, dripping into shadow,
then onto a deceptive cadence;
your amber rhythms stirred the inchoate
with a chord seared by sweet lament –
Precarious Playing Her Stradivarius
She is in a position which was precarious
While fiddling on her fine Stradivarius
Marvelous sounds from it would emulate
To hear her again have hated to hesitate.
Crossed a bridge running over a creek
Much more magic music started to seek
Ascended high hills and through each dale
Around the whole world started to sail.
Falls contained crystal clear water within
On mountain top is where it would begin
Collecting water as it had travelled along
About this experience will write a song.
Song I sang and played often relished
Touched it up and became embellished
And final result was fabulous for me
Shared it with Soup as part of their Poetry.
Jim Horn
Whispers of pine, aged,
Carved by hands of bygone days.
Strings hum with life's breath,
Each note a story, tender—
Echoes of eternity.
With loving hands He sculpted you from grace,
And stringed your heart with finest threads of gold,
Then sent out of His kingdom’s holy place,
For fleeting life to rest in player’s hold.
Bathed in the varnish of the Lord of all,
Your mellow sound unmatched by seraphim—
(Thrice double winged, eyes set panoptical)—
They roar while you with delicacy sing.
Vicerigent I am to concert you,
You— masterpiece of ancient luthier,
Divine Ancient of Days who crafted you,
My instrument and earthly pleasurer.
On loan to me for this brief spell of years,
Before to He takes you back when He appears.