vibrating
embouchure
harmonically
inter-
facing
metal
with
flesh
in
resplendent
fanfares
Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.
Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
As aching melodies in moveable feasts of swans
Search for resolutions in atonal firebird tango ballads
Through classical dusty suites of western legends
Not losing pitch or tripping over downbeats.
Too many notes squeeze into four square spaces
When magic flutes songs soar over seraglio dreams
Imperial marches set imprisoned phrasing free with fanfares
And close encounters of key notes discard dissonance
Seeking rhapsody in hues of blue.
Plaintive and joyful - hopeful and merciful -
Healing rhythms inspired from the eternal melody,
A lost chord to haunt then heal the midnight heart
All arranged in one accord from the Master’s apprentices
To rest in finality of one trailing echo of waltzing river.
Calm Spring
Winters dust fades
We’ll step out on that date
With the symphony of bird song
Brushing my cold bones with orange blossoms
Above fanfares of daffodils
Blowing ripples of warmth
No more thermals
Calm Spring
Date: 21/01/23
Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of Springs return poetry contest
HowManySyllables.com
Sponsor: M L Kiser
Daffodils march around an oak tree
fanfares from buttery throats,
yellow notes flutter as light
as butterflies.
Pond circling a pool of sunlight,
ducks circling the sun,
a child's red kite tugs
at invisible strings,
I let go of the sky.
HARMONY OF THE WHOLE
fruitful dialogues
prolific
in a multitude
of exchanges
of latest trends
circle&
orbit
the primitive
as aspects
conjure
intense moods
&
surface &
level
by observation
this profound
but transitory
intimacy
is the soul
of things
that isolates
the ephemeral
&
ends in synthesis
with an
ecstasy of fanfares
so
delicate
an extravagance
yes
it essentially
bestows
a mystical conception
of
recorded thoughts
dissected
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
By middle-age he became unseen
as he slipped by unnoticed
through a changing world.
When down town,
he walked unremarked among
the throng
though he clearly heard
fanfares, and the regal cry of celestial eagles
announcing his presence everywhere.
Head up he strode past hurrying shoppers,
all intent on ignoring
the supranatural evidence
of his transition into non-appearance.
He maintained an air of calm dignity
as the cahier oblivious
to the grandeur before her
or of his omniscient comportment,
bagged a bottle of cheap vodka,
and a family pack of salt and vinegar chips.
Shortly thereafter, he ambled home
whistling a high-pitched prayer of gratitude
for his exalted position and unviewable radiance,
still traveling incognito to his kingdom
on the third floor of nowhere.
Commence the beating of the drum,
Sound the horns with fanfares blaring
Next see the floats with roses come,
Commence the beating of the drum
Acrobats, clowns, bands, then some,
All in the spirit of celebration sharing
Commence the beating of the drum
Sound the horns with fanfares blaring.
written August 7, 2021
By middle age he became unseen and hatless;
would not look at the back of his head
as he slipped by unnoticed
through a changing world.
It was some recompense
that his Idea of ‘self’ had expanded;
a self so spiritually inflated
it now inhabited the sky
as if the sky were a pond and it a whale.
When down town,
he walked unseen by the throng,
while he, clearly heard
fanfares and the regal cry of celestial eagles
announcing his presence everywhere.
Head up he strode, past hurrying shoppers,
all intent on ignoring
the supranatural evidence
of his transition to enlightenment.
Even dogs were tugged away
as they dared sniff at him
and that majestic blimp
of his greater being
as it floated high above
clearly for all to see.
He maintained an air of calm dignity
while his greater self
filled all the available space in the small store.
The cahier, seeing nothing
of the grandeur before her
or of his almost palpable spirituality
bagged a bottle of cheap vodka,
and a large packet of salt and vinegar chips.
Shortly thereafter, he rode the bus home
still travelling incognito to his kingdom
on the third floor of nowhere.
transference
mind field in transit
lost in modern translation -
translucent echoes
bog snorkeling
in trenches of fear
submerged breathless for glory -
mud medals and God
mushroom cloud
trench foot ankle deep
fanfares baptize innocence -
bugles sound defeat
cross fire
rising from ashes
foot marks lost on dead ascent -
sandalwood fragrance
saviour
threshold of demise
guns blaze sweet smell of freedom -
hell gates wide open
objection
lambs to the slaughter
leavened bread chokes redemption -
arms to frontal lobe
white flag
surrender exposed
blood dried on fabric of time –
bleached conscience retrieved
30th January 2020
Originally entered STRAND CHOICE 10, any form, any theme
Contest judged 30st January 2020
trench foot ankle deep
fanfares baptize innocence –
bugles sound defeat
30th January 2020
Cuts like a knife
Destroyed my life
Now i’ll never
Be your wife
You played your games
For 20 years
Whilst i grew old
And felt the fears
A lonely life
Brim full of tears.
A cruel encapsulation.
You are free
And i am not
So now you’ve gone
What have i got -
Absolutely nothing.
I waited like you told me to
Believed in you through and through
But then what did you go and do?
Total annihilation,
Rejection i can handle
Even hatred too
But it’s such a bitter pill
When it comes from you.
I did not like the drama
Of your last goodbye
You chose humiliation
In the public eye
You know the real truth
Of who and what i am
And i always thought
That you'd come up with a plan
All I've ever wanted
Is to be respected
It seems to me that all you’ve done
is make sure i’m rejected.
I just pray that somewhere
There’s still someone who cares
For worthless i am not
Despite your fanfares.
orange trumpets call
from the insatiable green –
fanfares of summer
Joyful old farmers
Singing fanfares of harvest,
Before Amber drops.
This is the season when the forest has winter coat on
Where does frost smoke come from
Is it our angels morning yawn
Sunlight comes as little fanfares from the cello tones
Large pine trees decorated for Christmas joy
Gusts send thoughts from forest to sea
Everything slides into each other to a beating heart
Here's silence among nature sounds
Christmas is approaching .... once from the purest source
The time Jesus lay in the crib
22.12.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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dainty daffodil
your golden trumpet fanfares
the dawning of spring
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