Best Virtuoso Poems

“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...

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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,...

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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...

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Pianissimo work performed___
                      An...

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With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear

 Virtuoso Maestro unleash...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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You pull me from the depths of forevers of thought
elegantly twirled, though evidently caught
shaped by the vortex, virtuoso of pain
fluctuating truths from half flailing to...

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Upon the twinkling of silent twilight,
tranquil thoughts set adrift, 
infatuated in elysian reflection.

The mind wanders, 
observing and listening - roaming;
avoiding confusing crossroads
leading into chimerical phantasms.

Overwhelmed...

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It was perfect for any occasion, with 
the right accessories, like the traveling 
pieces Mozart carried court to court. 
No matter what style or instrument...

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When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.

For every tainted tide,...

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HANDS IN THOUGHT

Paganini, with his bony, white hands,
In the graveyard,
Playing for the dead

What a thought!
All that cold, weathered stone,
The few leafless trees,
What a diseased sort...

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Young lady, dark eyes smiling, gazes soft upon her dreams.  
She holds violin, her companion, near as Chopin’s notes 
surround her, resonating in her...

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Rolling hills, alive with hydrangea and thyme
  O'er cavernous quarries of sapphire and lime
Darting monarchs, tiger swallowtails
  Artwork on the wing, a-lighting in...

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Written: February 27, 2024
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Dwindling diamond daub, an amber
glittering glow
diaphanous verism...

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The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how...

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