She opens her eyes at dawn,
Finding a moment of peace
Before the day is drawn.
Noise of life soon intrudes
To underscore futile busyness
Like improvised etudes.
Tell me why, you dratted bard,
you have to come and spoil my yard?
All these centuries lying dead,
yet there, your voice, oft in my head.
So many times I start a phrase,
become aware I’m in your gaze.
Out, damned spot, leave me alone
To conjure verses of my own.
Perchance, could you just silent dream?
You’re messing with my self-esteem.
Again, I start afresh, anew
To find, again, I’ve referenced you.
The sole of wit, the heel, the fool,
and once again, I’m just your tool.
Discontent haunts all the seasons,
subtle, infiltrating reason,
plays discordant etudes, brute
(slipped another in, eh, cute?)
As I read “with mirth and laughter,”
another pilfered verse, hereafter.
Perhaps delayed, protest too much
that all my poems are such stuff?
As you like it, as you will;
still I’m glad I met you, Bill.
Chimes, misdemeanors
serenity finger tips
fickle graced etudes
Marble myths decline
effervescent never dones
promised etudes
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
Within the stillness one can hear etudes
from the birds that evoke a morning rise,
tranquil are the streams that glide by
ferns quiver from the touching breezes
quietness elicits and stirs full vibes
which infers that nature is truly a place for solace.
pushing
hard
against
the world
of oh too serious
poetry and smugness
sex
sexuality
sensuality
sensibilities
seeminglessly
seeming stupid
endless etudes
precluded poems
of it wasn't me it was
my muse who told me to
to do so so I had a dream
Martin Luther King wet dreams
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
June.26.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.27.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
Passion
whither is thy heavenly gift
Beg
I doth for pastures of romance
Love thee -- angel followeth me too
Kindness
compassion for all thy life
Understanding
wisdom from burning fire
Heaven
thou, dream I giveth prayer to thee
Love
is thy reason for living life
and desire for love
escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings
kissing devil's lips
a Christ-passion
for all high and base!
:: ~~ ::
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.8.2015
Authors notes:
My very humbled tribute to Frederic Francois Chopin.
Frederic Francois Chopin(1810-1849) Pol. famous pianist and composer.
Now yellowed with age
a lonely music book,
hidden in every page
old musician dreams
of endless nights passed
struggling with melodies,
lovely trills and arpeggios,
etudes and symphonies;
a sentry keeping watch
over dirtied ivory keys
played and loved once
by souls of olden days;
labors of faceless men
held close to its breast,
strains still remembered
kept deep in the chest;
an old piano book stands
now sullied by the years,
within its torn pages live
dead musician tears.
Your scattered music
etudes all across the floor
Chopin on the wind
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