Chorales Poems | Examples

Song of the Four Seasons

Song of the Four Seasons 2-16-24
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Song of the Four Seasons

Jagged steel gray skies
Compose barren bough sculptures
Midnight days, Orion nights
White fire crystal symphonies.

Spring wriggles adagio toes,
Sunbeams thaw tuneless meadows,
Daffodils dream yellow melodies
Blossoms burst fragrant ballads.

Downbeats of summer rainstorms
Silver sonatas of moonlight
Heat rises in crescendos,
Cool waves soothe sunburns.

Scarlet scatters leafy notes,
Crisp sapphire skies motifs,
Harvest chorales of harmonies
Harbingers in orange transitions.

Lyrics and Music

Fingers intertwined in 
  wondrous oneness
  together foreverness
  breathtaking bliss

Eye to eye in
   lyrical longing
   melodic memories
   soul symmetry

Backs turned to 
  bygone brokenness 
  solitary sanctums
  heartbroken hibernation

Face to face in 
  aromatic anecdotes 
  possibility potpourri
  enmeshed essences

Voices join in
  rondos of rendezvous 
  chorales of compatibility 
  madrigals of mutuality 
  
Heart to heart in
  a fulcrum of fulfillment 
  a seesaw of serendipities 
  a trapeze of timelessness

Lips engaged in 
  passion's pendulum
  voluptuous vocabularies
  intoxicating innuendoes

     She is lyrics and I am music
           ~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight

Dynamic Chorus

Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus

Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles

Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep

I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin

We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.

maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.

reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.

In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.

radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.

because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.

Written: January 30, 2023

Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

The True Self

Oracle 
  psalmic 
    on 
      elysium 
          winds
          &
         lustral 
   polyphonic
chorales 
  in
amber chronicles
  
Seven seas 
   converge 
      in
   stillness 
  of 
arcane 
   heart
&
sky 
  empties 
   its 
      azure 
        yearnings
in 
wispy 
   turquoise 
         of
    endless 
       depths
 
Tattooed 
     echoes 
         of
       aureate 
           verses
&
meet 
   your 
     real self 
      a 
       mystic 
          in 
     red radiance!

Written: January 19, 2023

Brian Strand No 1172 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Monday Mandate

At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
     Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe 
     Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials 
     Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable
     
     Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill driven
     Hoof throb corruption chorales sin's provision 
     Ever after mantra mashed into lurid intervals
     Putrid piebald frames racecourse, analytical

     Etching on ranch entrance, ostler is cognizant
     Required for pyxis stamina, rubies resplendent 
     Camofluer canters to sumer anonymous rural
     Damsel plans her Danton's conclusion brutal





            Mid August Triumphant Lament

My Choir Director

My choir director
                    is a painter
    a music stand her easel
                        the choir loft her frame
        her canvas is the air 
                           we breathe in
            and synchronously exhale

Sixteen voices are her paints
                    organized by color palettes
    low ebony hues down there
                        bright primary tones over here
        complementary colors placed in between
                            the accompanist creates a background wash
            under her attentive ear

Following her calling with tenacity and talent
                    her hands pirouetting like ballerinas
    expressive              decisive              intentional
                        coaxing cohesive chorales
        conversing with the rhythm
                            she paints a sacred symmetry of
            sanctified synergy in sound


// for Janet, my beloved choir director and bride of 35 years //

written 2 Aug 2020

Pandemic Prayer

Pandemic Prayer
by Michael R. Burch

I pray tonight
the starry light
might
surround you.

I pray
by day
that, come what may,
no dark thing confound you.

I pray ere the morrow
an end to your sorrow.
May angels' white chorales
sing, and astound you.

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I Pray Tonight

I pray tonight
the starry light
might
surround you.

I pray
each day
that, come what may,
no dark thing confound you.

I pray ere tomorrow
an end to your sorrow.
May angels’ white chorales
sing, and astound you.

Sevenbits--Nature

Gramps' backyard teems with spiced herbs,
Peaches for offspring's  dining,
With youngsters piping chorales.

A garden fount stands blithely
Misting potent soil of lawn-
Where lights bathe nature's display 

To honor Gram's memory.



Written for Sevenbits Contest--nette onclaud
3 Oct 2017

Wonder of Birdsong

W hen duskfall glows,it brings a hundred sounds
O ver the vales, birds echo a chant’s rhyme
N otes tuneful as flint of stardust abounds;
D elighting a nightscape with lilts sublime…
E ach mystic hum rings like an abbey's bell
R arer than chorales of seas's rhapsody;
F luttering mildly while my own thrills swell
U ntil warblers drift off , hushed on a tree…
L istening still, to pale music’s farewell.


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1/07/2016
Wonderful- Acrostic Contest
Sponsored by John Hamiton

Cheers To Christmas

Cheers to Christmas, 
A Joyous Season’s nigh.
Cheers to hot & spicy wassail
Keeping Christmas Spirits high.

Cheers to our Fellow Man.
Best wishes, one & all!
Cheers to Christmas carols,
Chorales of bells chime “Deck the Halls”! 

Cheers to hanging mistletoe,
A holiday kiss at every door.
Cheers to Christmas stockings
Awaiting candy, fruit & more.

Cheers to Christmas decorations,
Glittering garland, ornaments & holly boughs.
Cheers to milk & cookies
Left Christmas Eve for Santa Claus

Cheers to gifts under the tree,
Bright paper & pretty ribbons all abound.
Cheers to Christmas dinners,
Happy families gathered ‘round.

Cheers to gleeful children
Who would sneak a peak at Santa Claus.
Cheers to the bills in January
To be paid by Ma’s and Pa’s.

Cheers to a World of Love & Peace,
Our Savior’s heartfelt dream;
And Cheers to His Christmas Star,
The Brightest mankind’s ever seen.

Shush of Yuletide Past

Hush now three days yet to past.
My grandmother joy was fulfilled with laughter.
The Christmas spirit was upon us once again.
The tree is surrounded with presents and chorales sing door-to-door.
The occurrence of Christmas would be wonderful.

The cards and letters came in big sacks.
We as adolescents would sneak to read them by ourselves.
The love of Christmas was shown via our snow-mom.
We hung a scarf around her neck and wished her a Merry Christmas.
We knew the hush of Christmas past was upon us.

We sleep like teddy bears.
We wore our cotton pajamas to bed.
The warmth of the cabin was nice.
We were tuck away and told to have a good night.
Christmastide sparkled in our eyes.

Merry Christmas shouted our grandmother.
We bustled out to open our presents.
The curtains were open wide.
The snow was glistening white outside.
Shush of Yuletide was a thrill inside.
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 penned on december 06, 2014 @ 12:10 A.M. EST!

Christmas Is

CHRISTMAS IS…

A time for family,
Festivities and joy.
Anticipation for
Each girl and boy.

A time to relax,
Catch up on rest.
Eat much that will put
Suit sizes to the test.

Music will sound
In many locales.
Jubilation from choirs
And professional chorales.


Some will celebrate
The Savior’s birth.
And remember the reason
For His coming to earth.

For some however, 
Sadness is near.
There’s not much reason
For holiday cheer.

Away from home,
In a distant land,
Not exactly how
He had earlier planned.

The war rages on
Day after day.
Soon it will end,
He does constantly pray.

His loved ones at home
Try to persevere,
Praying that they will soon hear
News about which to cheer.

Maybe next year,
They regularly pray
He will not have to be
So far away.

As we enjoy all
That the season brings
Let us not forget why
This freedom rings.

As we lay our heads down
For a restful night,
Many are still engaged
In the enemy’s fight.

Christmas for them
May not be as grand
As what we enjoy
In this blessed land.

So I ask you my friend
As I close this verse,
Do you pray for their safety?
And thankfulness rehearse?

1997

A single rose was silenced


Floriated chorales resound in Kensington


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