There will be time enough later
To explore the undiscovered country.
Stay with me a while yet, on these familiar shores;
Let us continue to gather, together, what sweetnesses that are here to be had,
For without you, there are no sweetnesses
.
Softly the keys find a resonance pure, softly
adrift o’er a metronome stream, adrift
past the harmonies, three quarter time, past
dreamers and slumbering chords shimmered gleam, where dreamers
all long to caress what is heard, all
feeling vibrato on breezes a’ mist, feeling
the music ‘pon moonbeams of time to capture the
tune a pianist hath kissed, a tune
from the heart beating tempos of joy, from
deep down inside to the edge of the scale, deep
in a place that shall find no return, lost in
a breath of crescendo’s exhale, a
beautiful euphony born of desire, a beautiful
opus descends from above, an opus
of sensual echoes to feast, of
love songs, melodic, composed by our love
I was challenged to write a poem about a piano player using the poetic form Serpentine. It is where each line begins and ends with the same word but each line feeds into the next in order to keep the serpent like movement going. I thought I would pop in and share this with you.
Oh...Hi, it has been a while. : )
Requiem
The map to Requiem
Is often long, confused, and composed
By differing charters...Also
Too layered to sort. So many movements!
Even the very shortest of lives
Could story a magnum opus
When tracked to its core.
A Requiem for one elderly
Could fill an orchestra’s entire concert
Season of song!
The roads to a Requiem
Course singularly in God’s memory,
Fully in the graces of his harmony.
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(c). Sally Young-Eslinger 9/1/2020
With help from Antonio Vivaldi
***Thank be to God!
God My Wife Composed and Did Design
God my wife composed and did design
By Him made and became my valentine
Wonderful morning had been breaking
My breath away her beauty was taking.
Many years together we were to live
All my love and affectionate to her give
While so caring she always was to me
Ideal husband I had turned out to be.
Beauty may be found in mind of beholder
We will gain many years and grow older
While her love will loom live a lively bloom
Flowing and blowing throughout each room.
James Horn
A coward easily gives up in the morning
And even in the evening:
In brewing fights to lie low
And during skirmishes unhelpfully slow.
Battle strategies offers the hothead,
Courtesy of the war novels by him read
Bu on some secure seat still fastened
Long after combats have been hastened.
A reason to readily stake our big money
And if there’s none our bees’ honey:
That the fire in his eyes will never spark
Nor his voice drop a bull-dog’s bark;
His fists never wire pulverizing punch
Nor his kicks make receivers bunch.
All cowards are warriors never composed,
A chapter right from beginning closed.
M-essage
O-f
N-ame
I-s
C-omposed
A-s
M-ind
E-njoys
N-atal
D-ay's
E-uphoria
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Monica Mendez (October 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-reeter's
R-egards
A-re
C-omposed
E-mploying
D-elightful
E-xpression's
L-iterary
C-onnotation
A-s
S-weet
T-heme
I-s
L-etting
L-ife
O-pen
Topic: Birthday of Grace L. Del Castillo (November 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-icely
A-ccept
O-ne
M-essage
I-n
T-houghtfulness
I-nterpreting
B-irthday's
U-nique
R-egards
C-omposed
I-n
O-ptimism
Topic: Birthday of Naomi Tiburcio (March 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-uthor
U-ses
R-ighteous
E-xpression
A-s
F-orm
E-mploys
L-iterary
I-dea
C-omposed
I-n
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Aurea D. Felicia (March 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essage
I-s
C-omposed
A-s
J-oyful
O-ccasion
S-peaks
O-f
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Mica Joson (January 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
like the undersong of mind
every thought sings of you
the sweetest melody
i long to be
your greatest lyric
fallen on ivory sheets
be the strings
beneath the caress
of your fingers
as you strum
a euphony
feel the beat
echo through my heart
as your rhythm carries me
into the depths of harmony
i want to be
the whispered words
sung from your lips
until they meet with mine
in a hush of silence
then linger
in your mind
like a song
you've sung
a thousand times
but can never forget
the lyrics to
a harmony on strings of dreams
soft music tarries on night's seams
it sings a song that makes me whole
a melody within my soul
i hear the sounds aloft through sleep
an assonance composed so deep
soft beats my heart it does extol
a melody within my soul
i hum this tune within my mind
the words amiss i cannot find
though through my dreams it does inscroll
a melody within my soul
On this gay morn, the first day of autumn,
I reflect.—Thanks be to God! For how strange
that I've, like a pilgrim, traveled life's range,
and have survived its dark snares, unlike some:
thus, I am grateful that I have overcome!
At this time of year, the seasons alter, change;
the sun grows milder; the leaves brown, red, orange,
as they give up their branches and succumb.
How wonderful to be alive now! I,
no stranger to grief, despair, or sorrow,
can hardly contain my joy as I grow
and wax hopeful: for the change of seasons
restores, and Nature, earth, and sky beautify
once more:—'tis God's will, and for these reasons.
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)
Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)
To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:
oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,
and copulate with total abandon
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).
So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.
Should All Candidates Be Composed
Should all candidates be composed
Or wait until there is further exposed
Of then always being rather redundant
Giving an appearance looking repugnant.
Even though he is approaching senility
Hasn't affected any of his acting ability
So what is all this trying to say to me
He is quite outspoken and lacks humility.
In his cap just added another feather
As the result of a humongous endeavor
Which about do want to write a sonnet
Cap is now looking like a war bonnet.
What I am detecting is he has an urge
To sure in popularity and then emerge
Cleared his throat after having a cough
And in thick and thin don't tick people off.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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