Best String Poems
So this is the way the moon remembers,...
by reaching into yesterday
I hold her pearls against the light,
and see a strand that tethers time
With envy now, the night is awed
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs. Which, one by one,
are miracles, with moons, within
This strand of pearls, with a diamond clasp,
caressed her hair, her porcelain neck.
Still here for me, within my grasp,
to remind me of Glenn Miller songs,
and mother dancing long ago.
The moon was watching, and it knows
she wore them like another skin,
long before my life began.
A grain of sand, then pearls became
a part of her, .... a part of me.
So fragile, weak, the thread is bare.
As if the sun might gaze too long,
or moon's regard could wear and fray,
that the pearls would spill and fall away.
Perhaps such things meant to be.
Each miracle has just a while.
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone.
I'll put the pearls away for now,
so the moon can own the night again
_2013___________________________________________
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE
Stretched far and wide, sun smoothes the beach, and finds a place to land
It spreads a sheet, then fastens lace to all our summer skies
No day sees a wave so high, without thoughts of you or dreams renewed
Sun slept on the water's surface, rippled like heat, melting the glass
My head against your chest, could hear your heart, soften, after our swim
and I watched white seagulls fly, away to where the sky, blended to grey
Pages remain in old albums, but I see them so differently
It's clear, now as if photos, reveal sharper views, of what we didn't know
Almost seems a better thing to face the unknown unprepared
Evening beckons my head to rest, ..old loves are lost with the sunset
Summer was ours awhile, for just a day, like the seagull.....flies away
Tonight, all I hear are waves, to break the silence of the night
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For PD's Collaboration Contest
August 28, 2015
By: Eileen Manassian
Thank you for this string of pearls
What a beautiful sight!
Right?
Yes.....a sheer delight.
You look surprised!
You gifted them to me
Can't you see?
This beautiful pearl tapestry
Exquisite jewelry!!!
One by one....
They came to be
A word, a look, a gesture....
Each one...an irritant
You slipped into the softness of me
So....unobtrusively
You forgot to set them free
As for me?
I had to survive
Had to stay alive
Forged from what pained
My nacre tears rained
With each silky one
I spun and I spun
Now...I'm all done!
This necklace you see
YOU gifted to me
****** ******* *****
The pearl you wear,
Can't be compared
The inner beauty
Your shell gives
A surprise you gave
Upon my face
Blind by beauty upon your grace
A jewel not easy to trace
Perfect in every way, you trend
Hidden deep
Beneath the sea
Grains of sand lost peacefully
Your strength came in a form,
While being intruded on
So precious, breathless
I needed more
Layers of nacre
touch my greedy hands
A pearly tapestry
I gave my loved one
You shun away, giving shine
The Mother of Pearls
I rest my case!
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Your bow - my violin we do unite
on rhythmic notes of ecstasy we fly
entwined our heartstrings vibrate through the night -
emblazoned love songs burn across the sky.
Susan Ashley
September 22, 2020
~ Third Place ~
An excerpt from: Making Beautiful Music Together (written April 15, 2018)
Submitted for contest: Sept. 22, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
A kiss for each cheek,
is what I'm sending to you.
One will last for only a week,
the other should last about two.
I'm sending them both on a string,
so when they land, give the line a tug.
On my end it will cause a bell to ring,
telling me my kisses have landed with love.
Don't worry about the line getting tangled,
because when I blow kisses they shoot like stars.
They are guided with great love from the angles,
on a string of love to be forever ours.
Danny Boy:7-21-13©
Last winter's resolution gone by spring
So I never did the bikini thing
The same five pounds
Still hanging around
I sigh and stare at that suit made of string
Perhaps I should take a different approach
By hiring a personal trainer coach
Jillian Michaels
Exercise cycle
And perhaps just a dash of self reproach
I'll cram my flab into that swimsuit now
To wear it all winter I will avow
Though it causes pain
I'll struggle again
But by June I'll still look like a sea cow
Acoustic guitar
Echoing in my heart's halls
Cries of hollow souls
When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary
The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio
The Canadiana Folksingers... who?????
A six member group called The Canadiana Folksingers
Included myself and my first wife Linda
Along with two guitar players and and a one-string bass
And I played the five-string banjo
Did we have a blast? Oh yah!
Made an album called “This Land Is Your Land”
And a 45 rpm single called, “Hi Jolly!”
Along with appearances on both
Of the only two Canadian TV Networks at the time
My memories of those days long ago fill me with pride and tears
We can't go back but we can dream
About when we were young
And the world was ours to explore!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Heart String Sorrows
Sadness pulls my heart strings
with a bow of rosin’d guilt,
tear drops stain the notes upon the page
Sorrowed cello whispers
of a soundless worry wilt,
harmonies distort beyond the stage
Out of tune concertos
midst excessive cymbals blare,
steady as the beat of gathered pain
Broken mirror rhythms
sit within the favored chair,
misery in musical refrain
Violin’d distractions
cried in melodies so thin,
echo in performed apologies
A cappella opus,
as a prelude to the hymn,
played by melancholy symphonies
Good night Soupers
[Songs Inspired two line haiku
The first line is the name of a song]
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[Foreigner]
waiting for a girl like you -
the wild flower by the gate
[Phil Collins]
another day in paradise -
my love chalice filled and refilled
[The Beatles]
here comes the sun -
furtively she draws the curtain to my heart
[Creedence Clearwater Revival]
have you ever seen the rain?
I was blind to unspoken love
[Simon & Garfunkel]
the sound of silence -
we dance to the rhythm of our hearts
[Lady Antebellum]
need you now -
the rose petals keep falling…down
[A Rocket to the Moon]
baby blue eyes -
heaven reflected in the swell of the sea
[Mary Hopkin]
those were the days
…and then your hand slipped out of mine
[Sting]
fields of gold -
the setting sun ripples on water
[Ronan Keating]
when you say nothing at all -
searching for reassurance in your eyes
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© May 2022
When evening’s bass tone whips a refrain
Strummed by an old man in our country yard;
A most haunting string--movement dims the air
Reminiscent of my young, bygone days.
His fiddle plucks through my hidden places
Where the touch wails speak through acoustic waves
Dragging notes from torn memories’ past
While first love grates … as I think of blackbirds.
Brian's Choice 7 for Brian Strand
A friend told me that while on vacation she visited the world’s largest ball of string. It inspired me to write this poem.
A giant ball of string
It sat out in an open field
It was the strangest thing
An orb the size of who knows what
A giant ball of string
We laughed as we walked hand in hand
Our eyes were mystified
She tried to reach around the ball
Me on the other side
Neither of our hands could touch
Still inches far apart
I chuckled just a little bit
Her laughter it did start
When then I saw her look around
She wore a sneaky grin
Reached into her pocket deep
Then glanced around again
Her hand it held a pocket knife
A shining piece of steel
She then cut off a piece of string
And quickly did conceal
We ran away so very fast
Till it was far behind
Then stopped so I could figure out
What she had on her mind
When she reached out and took my hand
Pulled out the piece of string
Then tied it round my finger tight
A smile it did bring
I asked her tell me what it meant
She answered me so true
I tied it so you won’t forget
That I’m in love with you
In one grievous gasp
Slipping through a gaping hole
My heart took to the air
Bruised yet numb
With weightlessness
Like a runaway balloon
Without a string
Suspended in flight
Adrift at the whim
Of a carefree breeze
No rhyme or reason
Hovering as if to meet
The clouds or the moon
A freedom with no direction
Resigned to what will be
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on August 31, 2018 for contest EARLY SEPT 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
sweet awakening
paradise is not a place
it's a person.....YOU
angelic language
your eyes speak heavenly words
my heart's listening
boundaries unchained
my soul mounts on wings of dreams
destination....YOU
strong arms enfold me
fulfilment of every dream
Euphoria's home
passion's exhaled breath
lips seal this solemn moment
your eyes...my haven
Eileen
homemade scarlet string
light Aroma
mottling Degree
burning
autumn Leaves –
with nymph flapping wings
you win
waltz to the rhythms on the
zephyr's caroling strain
rainbow-colored
smooth waves
gently rustling intonation
oriflame Lasting
autumn Carnelian
philharmonic Orchestra
Written: July 29, 2022