Best Virtuoso Poems
When he played his violin magic took place!
A sense of serenity shown on his face.
A lover of music so gifted in art...
A teacher to many, known for his sweet heart.
Poetry would become his passion, his need...
A master of poetry in the words that he freed.
The strings are now quiet with music no more.
Still students recall the teacher they adore.
His words we can cherish with fond memories...
A legacy of gems for new reveries.
9-5-17
© Connie Marcum Wong
Bittersweet Contest - 6th placement out of 6
Sponsor Kevin Shaw
*Dedicated to my dear friend and late poet, David Austin
“Ethereal Virtuoso”
keys passed
from tongue to tongue
strange kisses dealt
token time turning
gone
useless words written
below whispers
backward facing
closed minds
gone
feathers without quills
dance in silence
fall on breath
beating life
evanescence
drawn up
into unseen arms
you are worn
as gossamer silk
they speak light
without words
anima universal
here
you are unread,
you are the notes
playing in the music
a new metronome
to write a new life
a true song
somnolent invocation
echoes from beyond
mirrors watch you
bodies electric hum
doors open
doors close
something
from within
ethereal virtuoso
mercurial curios
unknown
yet known
they call it
home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"God Knowledge"
https://youtu.be/5nhQ2eRTH3k
“Open the Vortex”
https://youtu.be/qK-Dmk-r6CY
"369 Divine Code"
https://youtu.be/jA_conleEqM
On specific night, the moon shows part a story
With sliced light's slant on key rock,
By at odd interests' solarity—
The cold rock fires back
Through lumped scars mixed in as minerals;
From behind, dark side's show, light lack.
Haunted angles
Sun spangled
Rankled
On specific night, the moon shows part a story
Through lumped scars mixed in as minerals,
Rankled.
.
Pianissimo work performed___
An artist this starry night born
Letter chosen "V"
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Virtuoso
Carnelian dawn reflects red sun rising,
Mirrors glow of vermillion flycatchers,
With scarlet plumage, so mesmerizing,
Dawn’s songbirds – virtuoso stature.
Flight song resounds through the still morning mists,
Woodland thickets embrace the day song,
Artists on wings with bright feathers flame kissed
Warble sweet aves on garnet birdsongs.
Vigil for daybreak in tones cinnabar
Matins’ maestros in morning’s sung prayers,
Amber strains from coquelicot popstars,
Lauds for the Daystar ring through newborn airs.
Cloaked in vermillion at evening's first light,
Songbirds wait to sing in red-orange delight.
THE VIRTUOSO
on stage
see the picket lines
row after row
and the far vault
gone any dress discomfort
just him
brilliance fame?
presence expectation?
not a concern
just him alone
and how does his part begin?
Dave Austin
How many awards has God received?
Is his name embedded
on a star on Hollywood Boulevard
or the Guinness Book of Records
for his most divine creations???
How about a Pulitzer Prize
for his spoken words etched in stone
surely for Jesus and The Last Supper!!!
Can God get a Blue Ribbon Award
for all the Angels in heaven
and a Medal of Honor
for fighting all our battles
I don't know any inventor that
creates better than God
any man that fights harder than God
or any person that loves more than God
I nominate thy Heavenly Father
Virtuoso of Creationism
For all things created
God is the Expert!!!
even quarantined
some sparks amid the darkness…
fireflies in a jar
COVID-19
Woman magic
instrument...
only a loving
virtuoso
it is able to touch
her deeply ...
explore the empire
of the music mind
listen
hear absorb
a teach-in
master-class..
prodigy to perfection
master of the
signature theme
of an arrested
musical moment
so versatile &varied
prolific & profound,
by necessity
the forerunner
of freelancing fame
Written: June 26, 2023
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You, lovely! How you have matured!
A vision of grace, so enchanting and so manured
But alas, Pretty moved out and vanished from sight.
And a youth, too, was kidnapped in the dead of night.
Now that age resides within your once beloved abode,
She has forced your hope chest bowed.
Leaving you feeling betrayed and alone.
Oh, how dare your birthright forsake your own?
Leaving you with wrinkles and gray hair,
Gone is a sight that saw heads turn and souls swoon.
But don't blame pretty or youth, my dear.
What is given will eventually be taken away soon.
Age relentlessly snatches time and grace.
Leaving just vestiges of a dazzling face.
But bear in mind charm isn't just outer skin.
But by the strength and wisdom that lie within.
You may have lost your youthful glow.
However, you have got the brilliance of snow.
Grace, fortitude, and maturity come with time.
A splendor that can't be erased, always sublime.
Embrace the journey that life has given you.
There is still so much more to do.
Though pretty and young may have moved on,
Leaving you feeling a bit forlorn,
You still have the power to shine and inspire.
To light up the world and your inner admire.
So wear your wrinkles and gray hair with pride.
They are marks of a life well lived and tried.
THE OBOE VIRTUOSO
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Check my avatar, a tiny little rose you'll see.
Well, a fairy left it there for me with an invitation.
Did the RSVP bit, got all dressed up, I did agree.
A guest I was allowed, my Leprechaun sensation,
The one who read a note, the Queen had left for me.
The Fairy Queen, of course, was a great recitation.
Some time ago was that chance solemn occasion.
This time, re the invitation, listening to a virtuoso.
The fairies orchestra made up of their relations.
Pixies, elves, a virtuoso, yes she played the oboe!
A fairy from another realm, her oboe presentation,
Worldly music; effortlessly, such emotion, what a show!
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Dedicated to, and Inspired by Victor Buhagiar's POTD Echoes of an Oboe
He is marvelous when it comes to issues of development.
He has been named the nation`s hottest footballer at the moment.
In the field of play he outshines, dazzles and dribbles past opponents.
An inspiration, through his foundation, he pays school fees for students.
A philanthropic star midfielder who dribbled past poverty to prosperity.
A visionary, his academy is taking shape, it will propel others to immensity.
He plays as a central midfielder for English Premier League club Aston Villa
and the Zimbabwe national team. He plays with charisma and is a solid pillar.
He was an Under-13 player for Njube Sundowns before joining Bulawayo’s Bosso.
Since he excels, if football were music, Marvelous Nakamba would be a valiant virtuoso!
Artistic impressions with timeless appeal,
Diving into the ivory with an ebony appeal,
Masterful and refined, passionate and elegant,
This prolific child would forever stand the test of time.
Innovative and refined, like a glass of cherry wine,
He pushed every boundary, giving a glimpse of his life..
Smooth connecting notes, a trill, an accent, a chord,
A silent yearning to confess, a peek into his private nest
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart play your daring composition in the chambers of my heart, overflowing forever and ever..
Refuse I to believe A Virtuoso
Is also A Most Dreaded Caposo:
The man dealing with us: Hot Petito,
Three times Award-Winning Maestro
In some quarters “Another Castro!”
Cud simply chewing while faking invoice
That would ring true in the falsest voice…
Petito: Just as he big sums deducts
School Children with Heavy Escorts abducts:
Wonderfully Christ’s Fellowship conducts,
A thousand born-again Christians products…
Right now Petito in wished Trinidad
To kidnap Lovely Lorraine, Dog and Dad