given
for
&of
itself
outward
never
inward
a contiuous
antithesis
of
clarity
yet
abstract
&
unwaveringly
objective
callous crest grows
into crumbling crescendoes
lost bounty balance
to moaning coda
wielding wanky melody -
smoldering mystic symmetry
punctured contractions pianissimo
bleeding concerto grosso
drowning dainty diapason
sour lyrics smirks
squashing salient thirst
jumpy jazz jerks
music met madness
turbulent twain wedded.
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Note: Dedicated to artiste like Nigerian Naira Marley, who fixes s into beats in the name of music.
In silent gait you held firm my hand as we walked home from evening prayer.
Where found the organ's diapason full, your sweet voice, raised in hymn, fondly recalled.
Though no words were spoken, your eyes gleamed in the glowing twilight's glare,
Down past the park picnic where Grandpa and you once sprawled.
In Grandma's loving gaze I found a special place,
This woman who raised a family of five girls and one boy.
She possessed a keen wit and timeless grace,
And mended clothes and cooked dinners with joy.
Oh what wouldn't I give...to make this recollection real,
For you left so soon that it never was so.
So Grandma I must wait and hold this memory 'til,
And empty handed, alone I must go.
If ever there were a time or place where wishes could come true,
Again, hand in hand, truly graced, I would walk there beside you.
Not exceeding that moment of the shift,
decades of pomp and circumstance,
that Gatsbyesque snap of jeweled fingers,
halted,
like a race horse after the win.
Now nature in her worst mood,
feverish and pacing,
placed one next to the other.
Farm worker and trust fund baby,
in their red cross refuge, to
see each other in the mirror of faces,
as a thought of a diapason of harmony
seeps into the room like an aromatic breeze.
Two
hearts
entwine,
one is yours
the other is mine,
We, together in harmony,
our soul is perpetual chime, ranging from indigo
of omniscient rainbow loom weaving across a diapason to an azure sky
Feb. 29,2016 11.15pm
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
-just a try of fibonacci form of poem
First Place
Contest: Heart Symphony
Judged: 3/1/2016
Sponsor: Poet Nayda Ivette Negron
Like the wind that has spontaneous
direction,
and the sun that burns with a constant
flame,
and the water that has a soothing reflection,
for a devotion my heart does proclaim.
Violins play a diapason on strings of my soul,
buried deep is the longing desire,
a unity that is quite resolute and whole,
with a ravenous appetite on fire.
No other humors my bountiful wit,
whether or not it strikes ample fancy,
maybe they just do not want to admit,
true affection is magnetic and chancy.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Moon, Moon, see what I give you, moon.
an offering, as images
Hitherto quiescent in their primal darkness
Writhe upward from the writhing mind
Like sacrificial smoke.
For now my mind avid for the sea
Destined to replace it surges like that surface
Under the cool frenzy of your midnight glow
And unsettles to the point where I
Rehearse the end pursued: first,
My tossing on reflected horns; then after, sunk
In lucent ambiences where your pull
Unfurls the seaweed's banner from my spine
And where my vacant skull can measure out
Eternity in grains of sand.
Wholly dissolved, draw me up loosely
Till poised in an exquisite crest
I indicate the centre where your forces gather.
Moon, moon, see what I give you, moon.
To little purpose is the blood I offer:
Burdened with a death still unachieved,
I sometimes tremble when my diapason swells,
Being inwardly aware that I
But reinforce its absence by these words
Restored again by your affective light.
But I approach the headlong fall, the pitch
Which happens as the dream exhausts its depths.
Meantime I keep on waiting unfulfilled,
A rotten fruit that moulders from the core.
Moon, moon, what more can I give you, moon?
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