Lord, '
Frees souls, almighty cord,
Chord.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The keys remember her fingers~
soft thief stealing ivory light,
the hammers whispering
through felt and dust.
It waits, a black whale
beached in the entryway,
its ribs humming Debussy’s
Clair de Lune.
Play me, it murmurs,
and I will give you back
the weight of your mother’s hands,
the way they lingered
like slow rain
on a Sunday afternoon.
I do not know how to play the piano~
no one comes and the pedals rust.
And somewhere,
inside the walls,
a spider spins
a web of silent chords.
I understand that this poem is a memoir poem although PS doesn't have it as a cateogry to select.
Two Seven Four Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Contest Judged: 9/13/2025 7:18:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 23, 2025
strings hum
fingers drum
notes soar
echo roar
heart beats
soul meets
night sings
wood sings
tone rings
air bends
sound sends
fire glows
warm flows
life swings
chords leap
dreams seep
eyes close
spirit knows
hands play
tunes stay
time drifts
music flies
stars rise
strings dance
hearts glance
joy swells
song tells
world wakes
In the depths of his soul, the gentleman keeps chords of silent harmony,
each key a secret, a universe of sounds that will not be uttered.
He carries in his heart an orchestra of dreams that need no stage,
for true art lies in the silence between the notes, in their unplayed state.
Like a magician of silence, he weaves untold stories in his gaze,
unheard chords that dance in the air like butterflies at dawn.
Each of his gestures is a silent symphony, an invisible poem,
unfolding in the depths of his being, without the need for applause.
In his silence, he hides the sea of sounds that could resonate,
but his elegance lies in the art of keeping the music just for himself.
Just as the moonlight caresses the earth without setting it ablaze,
he leads his existence, a gentleman of silence, of perfect calm.
In a world full of noise, he chooses to be the silence that speaks,
a poet of unheard sounds, an artist of the absence of noise.
And thus, his beauty is not in what he plays, but in what he withholds,
a master of the inner chord, of music that is never revealed.
All I have to do
to keep loving you
is to play that game
like you always do.
You hide your love
cause you were hurt before,
so you measure our love
like a game to score.
(Intro ) repeat
All I have to do is look into your eyes,
See the love you try to hide.
You measure love like a game to score
Just so you won't hurt no more.
BRIDGE:
I see how you avoid my kiss
hiding the love you know I miss.
If thats the way you wanna be,
Just set me free.
Interlude:
You stood by my side
till you took me for a ride
I couldn't have imagined it so,
You told me that you loved me,
but had other plans
to walk out and let me go.
(Repeat bridge) to end
(Entered in Line Gauthier Contest, BiteSize Contest No 103, Deadline April 2025)
six string honesty,
three chords of country guitar,
this microphone's hers.
When days reflect like the veil of nightfall,
once bright eyes, like somber stars fail to glow.
World looks so big, but your soul feels so small,
as deep sighs mimic heartbeats breathing slow.
Before the storm absorbs my spirit's hope,
I search beyond weeping shadows of clouds,
counting my blessings to help weak mind cope.
Faith always finds me when I'm lost in crowds.
In times when I'm fragile like butterflies,
words from scholars and scriptures set me free.
Soothing chords from angelic lullabies,
help fight the voices that cause misery.
All human are equal,
Sex, faith, mind, skill, treat, mood, feet;
In "Homage" state,
Where we belong, live, controlled, undisturbed
Like chords.
Stranger, are we not equal?
Odd.
Edited:30/5/2022
Who would lend their essence to such words
Uncrumple them ‘midst fading sense of truth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.
Shouted once from blood stained creaking boards
Muttered by those grown “long in the tooth”
Who would lend their essence to such words
Whisper calls from echoless fjords
Spur the interest of our failing youth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords
Challenge them to run - not from - but toward
A passion that would brand them as uncouth
Who would lend their essence to such words
Reweave them as a fire, incite the hoards
Nurture the subtleties taking root
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords
Re-sound the growing call of freedom’s chords
Deny the tyrants reign of spurs and boots
Who would lend their essence to such words
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.
©2/26/2022
AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE CONTEST
Sponsor – L Milton Hankins
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
MUSIC
M -elody's moonbeams
U-nleash silver sonatas
S -erenades soft dreams,
I-vory hued cantatas,
C-hords shimmer harmonic themes
5-17-21
Contest" Tankacrostic
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Upended side silhouetted curves
Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel
Stroke of silk amber timber turns
Tranced incessant performer to animal
Strings emit unconcious melody
Calloused hands mollest chords, glide
Neat neck shake resonates body
Four kick outline organise notes inside
Looped chorus caught contagion
Spills rhythmic spools of tuneful allure
Tale telling verse's return enables
Beat subdued by soulful bridge endure
Slow tempo finale of song abrupt
Fickle fingers emptied petition an encore
Bouy bubble brief popped corrupt
Cadence swings wild windswept rapport
6th February 2021
Written for Contest: Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Songs that have harmonious chords
uplift and woo the ones
who listen and delight in their worth,
while they are taken beyond
our beautiful planet Earth;
let all hear your song played
with a thrilling sound!
God smiles down on us and his breath
is the gentle caress of the wind;
what pleases Him is our shining faith,
let's keep on singing aloud!
Songs that have harmonious chords
are heard from the Church of Emmanuel;
is someone smiling, are there any tears?
Whose fingers are those striking the strings?
They could be mine, they could be yours...
if only we could play that guitar very well!
Isn't God the Creator of total harmony and stunning beauty?
Admire what all that he has created with His commands;
it can be a waterfall that drops abruptly from the rocky
boulders of a snowy mountain and foams with whiteness!
Cathedral organ
Majesty's chords cloaked in red
~ Dawn's sky is rising
Under "white swan" chords,
disconsolate sailor cries,
copious salt tears ...!
Ps, white swan, official anthem of
Brazil's navy
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