Inspired by fiction
nevermind the details
I wrote a song
I thought you'd
want to hear
ah song
all without controversy
sumthang pleasant to hear
sumthang to sing
to your lover
so they'll know
you are sincere
ah sweet sweet
simple tune
everyone would
like to hear
I just thought
I'd write
a song for you
It's about everything
and no thing at all
it's perfect
for summer winter
and fall
one of those
sweet things
lovers of music
like to hear
I just thought
I'd write a song for you
Come, let us together consider the finer things
Like mystical pyramids and fringed silk scarves
Stones that bring comfort to the aching bone
Intricate ebony statues the lonely man carves,
A secluded stroll through a shaded pine grove
The glimmer of a blue diamond in natural light,
Warm feelings borne of proud accomplishment
A billion stars shining in far galaxies in the night.
Whispered words of love under the firmament,
Wonder of the senses, feelings, touch, and sight
Intricacies of a threadlike web brown spider wove,
Cool mists that bathe the worn Mississippi wharves
Scoops of frozen custard piled high on sugar cone
A fine restaurant neither can afford, going halves,
Enraptured by intricate trills the coloratura sings.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
written April 25, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
submitted to Brian Strand Premier Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Sniffed out from foul twisted undergrowth
Encouragement in limelight smile and sundress
Laurel of long advance, deserved antidote
Floral flamboyant signatures his status success
Musk gland masculine, meaty arm amble
Arrogance infuses ropes knotted through chest
Dangerous forest flux of financial gamble
Endeavours decipher chat in distant continents
Retiring sub fifty showcases his ruthless pursuit
Intrepid hunter clutches lithe coloratura
Cherry augmented tiramasu allures taste astute
Hedonist director of theatre spectacular
13th December
Researching Rich
- Self Made Man -
this poet’s page suddenly turns black
stars appear
am i standing on the earth?
the sky like the palladium
of the phantom of the opera
a masquerade of candleshine
i wouldn’t be surprised to see angels
descending
each holding a solitary beacon
they say stars sing —
i applaud thee soprano-coloratura
star-soubrette whimsically winks
then spurs across theater stage
i say a prayer
3/16/2020
A Star's Heartbeat Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Chantelle Anne Cooke
From: https://www.theopera101.com/operaabc/voices/
*The coloratura soprano is capable of seemingly superhuman feats.
**A soubrette soprano refers as much to an archetype of character as a voice type. These are cheeky, coquettish parts, sung by singers with sweet, bright voices. The tessitura of these parts can sometimes be pretty high but without an excess of coloratura.
Here I am again, wanting more
standing upon the threshold to enter your door.
You have become part of what I am
not the essence, no
but certainly an integral, a part essential
vital aspect of my day.
The coloratura in an aria
where heart, mind and soul
throb in unison for this compulsion.
Not an addiction, no
but an oasis found in my desert journey.
You fill that void
where nothing and no one has and ever will.
You speak to my subliminal core
like no one ever did before,
except the One who created us
with freedom of choice, and gave this blessed voice.
Not many were fortunate to know
your wisdom, your wit, and sensuality
and with you I am able to express myself.
You are vibrant, fascinating
and I am captivated, sated and satisfied
until the next time
that I drink from your cup
will I have my fill of you...
Oh Poetry.
Kim Patrice Nunez
20 May 2015
WOMEN ONLY #2 Contest
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Whispy clouds now gray coat the sky
A different aura
Their presence compliments the fog
Both gray coloratura
The fog creeps from the creek slowly
Comes over hill and vale
Gradually saturates trees, all
Sun's hidden in cloud's veil
One lone cricket sings to my right
A whole chorus to left
Not a bird sings a tune_quiet
No even those in post cleft
The day's work has to start so soon
Many task lie ahead
Just a few minutes to stop_pray
For even things unsaid