Best Symphonies Poems
These seasons which sing in silent symphonies,
like the hush of a new age,
like portals to pretence,
actualized to change itself;
The winter wind ---
he who loses his cool to birth of Spring,
and July in its hot, hazy adventures,
to Autumn and Indian Summer
are born many a poet,
with its myriad of romantic ink,
and misted-arbor parks;
When Apollo walks his most precious muse
and whispers for those who watch....
'Thy art, for you my gift'
the eolian sings unheard,
but for Wordsworth in his wood,
where we oft follow,
and Coleridge bellowing of its ministries...
All we have is that which seasons sing,
as a nightingale from Keat's tree,
and how Tennyson even became lost in its moss,
covered in dark, rain, snow...
where Maria waited the Lonely Wood....
but from a many colored pallet
we see where beauty lies,
how it bats her eyes in thy soul,
and a feeling of love follows,
for the snowcapped mountains,
and June-green forest,
waking with a galaxy of life,
Bursting upon the rocks....
the breakers in Dover hath held agape ---
the Saxon word-smiths of old,
and from many a pen we have answered,
living in our calendars,
and endless months,
(these seasons which sing in silent symphonies...)
As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea,
in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor,
she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy
into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the Present
with quills dipped in the tails of comets destin for drama,
as you walk wantonly along trails her melody invites
she'll scorn with a question of why are you here with her
then the nails she sharpens with teeth of nurture
will attach One to a cross of commitment, a relic of costly consumption,
because she must have you
as a shadow must have a soul to follow
within the humiliation of Light,
as an owl finds comfort in the concealment of night,
so subtle in admission of affection
although profuse in protection of the Ones she charms,
sensitivity she cannot escape, always hurting to be an angel,
born to be a Princess with feet in mud and eyes on the stars,
deserving dreams of diamonds cast on diadems
while living to endure harsh humanity
an adequate lover her timeframe will accept,
quotes from adolescence she repeats romanticaly,
'Love me in the heat, love me on the ice,
defend me from the cheat, define me despite the price',
alone in her desire I am the champion of her fire -
J.A.B.
When you're alone in the dark,
look up into the night sky.
And marvel at creation's
incalculable vastness.
Heaven's celestial canvas
instills pure exaltation.
And you dare not breathe or talk
as rapture pools in your soul.
Twinkling stars confetti night
like precious sparkling jewels.
And quasars and pulsars spin
in a whirling dervish dance.
Planets hold gravity's hand;
synchronized in perfect stride.
And boundless balanced forces
cause the galaxies to swirl.
A glimpse of divinity;
lies in cosmic harmony.
For who but God; can conduct
symphonies of light and time?
Guarded by towering hills on the East
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell
That lulls the restless waves to sleep,
There is a land, my land of green vegetation
Nestled among palm trees and paddy fields.
Oh! I am in love with this narrow strip of land
Of rugged hills and meandering rivers
Of placid backwaters and blue skies
Of gibbering monkeys and singing cuckoos
What rich diversity you graciously provide
A land dotted with temples, churches and mosques
Where Hindus, Christians and Muslims cohabit
Where diversity flows through her arteries
And unity beats through her throbbing heart
Here souls dance to the timeless rhythm of music
Of diverse genres, vocal and instrumental
Classical and folk, sung either as solo or in groups
With the accompaniment of (2) 'veena',(3) 'tanpura' and violin
Their varying pitches beautifully synchronized!
In the serene dawns and dusky evenings
The atmosphere gets abuzz with the soft strains
Of (1) ‘Sopana Sangeetham’, the ethnic music of Kerala,
It comes floating from inside the Hindu shrines
Flooding soul’s enchanted shores,
And opening the floodgates of piety
In healing murmurs and throbbing notes,
As the symphony builds up its circuitous round
It descends down as a stream of blessing
Drenching devotees in its moistening sweetness
Like the drizzle of dew drops from heaven
Making hearts ride in the palanquin of joy!
May.21.2023
If your Birthplace- Country was a Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Anoucheka Gangabissoon
This poem is about Kerala, a small state in India, which is my birthplace and its geography and culture.
1.Sopana Sangeetham is a form of Indian Classical music, developed in the temples of Kerala. It is sung, sitting by the holy steps leading to the sanctum sanctorum of a shrine.
2.Veena- a stringed musical instrument, one of the oldest of Indian musical tradition, played sitting cross legged, capable of producing all oscillations of Carnatic music
3. Tanpura- a drone instrument of Indian origin used mainly in a concert of classical music, creating a melodic background, but not a melody.
Locusts and crickets rub their legs like mad
Their summer night symphonies uniformly bad
Yet when chill breezes still these musicians' strings
I long for the return of their discordant wings
A billion blazing Suns that shine for me,
One heart beats within their symphony…
My eyes expand to the morning glimmer,
For sorrows fade a decrescending dimmer…
Splendour is their shine of Eternal Elysium,
Fulgor fusion fires of hydrogen into helium…
Luminosity lusters of a beacon brilliant birth,
Scintillating sunbeams surfacing on the Earth…
Nucleosynthesis nears the atmospheric aurora,
Photosynthesis prances with the frolicking flora…
Gravitational graves within the blink of an eye,
Stellar Suns are reborn as they surely die…
I’m sunbathing nude as the soft sands seduce,
I wait the nebular night as the Stars transduce.
March.15.2020
A Star's Heartbeat
Sponsored by:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Songs found together,
Lost in the ether,
Never again to be heard.
Back in their cases,
Tied up with laces,
Memories captured , like birds.
Turn radio off,
A flame for a moth,
Sad, genial melodies.
They fissure my heart,
And hold me apart,
Snaring with sweet harmonies.
Anthems of love,
lost like a glove,
Just one half still listening.
These tunes heard alone,
Don't have any soul,
They no longer mean a thing.
31 Aug 2011
Forgotten valleys, tarry not, for the lowly buds of spring
are trembling to reveal their opus of brilliant colors.
Why, then, do you hesitate? For I long to see you burst
forth into rapturous displays of blues and purples, reds and golds.
I can hear your symphony arising in the tender sunlight
as you coax young shoots to erupt into a glorious wildflower chorus.
For it is bliss to spy your splashes of marigolds happily greeting
the new day and to delight in sweet daisies lining the pathways.
What joy it is to gaze at vast fields of mustard that
spread out like a golden crown, while bright poppies excitedly
punctuate the impressionistic landscape.
My spirit rejoices in the bounty of bright bell flowers
their purple royalty adding importance to the scenery.
These scenes are the humble notes of spring
tiny stanzas of nature shining along the
highways and byways, like rich jewels scattered
by a benevolent King.
Written March 2017
Down the drainpipe the water clanged,
flowing in loud torrents,
pit-ter-pat-ter the metal sang
a sad and sorrowful lament.
The sky had burst with tears of woe
and sparrow fled to nest.
The butterflies where did they go
when all of us sought rest?
So long, the earth was drowned in rain
that ducks swam on the lawn.
No dry beds, no solace from pain
just the pat-ter, forlorn.
Tears ran silent in sympathy
for the losses yet unknown.
Ah, for bright sunshine’s harmony
and kindnesses once shown.
Pit-ter-pat-ter the drainpipe plead,
on and on it muttered,
certainly, it was time it said
for kinder bread and butter?
Date: 9/26/11
Poet: D. Guzzi
Symphonies of Sorrows
Lost within lachrymal leviathans facing omnipotent oblivions
Embryonic extracts of eternal synergies of divine dominions
Where hemorrhaging hearts accumulate admits effete exile
Held in captivity by the metaphysical matrix a deceptive defile
Maculate manifestations into dormant damaged dimensions
Harboring hypocrisy through parasitic pandemic pretensions
Where love is liquefied and laundered in the nefarious night
Where desirous dreams of desire dissolve approaching daylight
The frolicsome festive fools fornicate in their master’s mansion
Submerging slaved souls incarnate intentions of evil expansion
Serpentine scattering sins suffice shooting ambiguous arrows
Where terminal tears deluge within the symphonies of sorrows.
May.31.2018
Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Music by Pink Floyd~Sorrow
Silent symphonies surrender the Nazarene night,
Where empty hearts splendor within the white…
A child is born amongst ambient Angels alight,
Where all adorn within a manger of starry bright…
The Nativity of the grotto graces gleaming gold,
Holy Spirit does bestow as we wonder & behold…
Where joy and peace spread throughout the land,
Rejoice and release upon the taking of His hand.
Dec.23.2019
Winged Warrior
Not for Any Contest
(((HAPPY! HOLIDAYS! To All...and to all a good nite)))
...see you next year lol...
Gorgeous he calls her ....
Lucifer's got company \m/ ....
He seeks her breath and
Her burial in his arms .......
With the noises in our heads ....
Yours and mine.
Playing our symphonies ..
Not so divine
See ya on the otherside ....
The wind blows, wails and cries
Her strength, her rage, on an upward rise
The sky that was clear now is black
Her vengeance, her fury unfolds to attack.
Lands tremble, crack and bends
Destroying all what now offends
Spirals of dust begin to form
Tornadoes marker carries her storm.
The sea joins and matches in rage
Waves rise high on its vast open stage
Surging in might and gaining in power
All in its path, it will now devour.
Thunder roars with all its might
Lightning sparks before her bolts strike
Eyes of the storms glaring down
Her tears condemns the lands to drown.
Symphonies of destruction are synchronized well
Howls, rumbles, pitched whistles they yell
Fear their anger, feel their force
Destroying mankind is now on course.
Terrified, people panic and scream
Their prayers, their pleads, how sorry they seem
She begins to soften and calms down her rage
Suppressing the force of her destructive rampage.
So she gives them yet another chance
To show their change; a new restart
To work together, not for power or greed
What nature gives is for all life living needs.
Not to pollute, or poison or to steal
Each living being has its place in her wheel
All is positioned in her natural order
It's always humans that create the disorder.
Mother Nature's patience is now wearing thin
Her temperature and temper will be rising again
Signs are showing she will not be as forgiven
Taking back control of what freely was given.
09.05.24
spring peaceful nostalgia
Beautiful spring day
Yet out of season
Loving nostalgia
Drawing me into embrace.
Warm buttery sunshine
Dollop of ecstasy
Cascading over my back
Raining down like home and joy and peace.
Collapsing gently to the ground,
Stretching to feel green-gold earth
Beneath my fingertips
Chiming symphonies draw my notice.
As I lay there,
Still,
Feeling and listening
To the soft breezes
That the rest of the world
Perceived as gustings
Of
Wind.
Tranquil, is a heavy soul fore’ night’s end…I’m in love.
"ROSES ARE RED -One Liner - Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
2/06/18