It was a somber cloudy day, sadness weighed heavy on us all. The family gathered to pay final respects. Gregorian chant filled the air as we looked up to heaven. We were burying a good man. He had been a role model, a loving husband and a caring father.
the finality
painfully sinking in
goodbyes surreal
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 26, 2025 for CEMETERY contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
gregorian chant, death, goodbye, grief, loss,
Form: Haibun
(to be sung as if a
Gregorian chant)
don't misconstrue
i'm always missing
you but i'm confused
as to what to do other
then to have faith that
fate will find a lasting
path that not needing
to even be straight or
narrow takes me to you
benedicat me in via mea
awwwwwwwwwwwmen
Categories:
gregorian chant, muse,
Form: I do not know?
I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
even Bach or Handel would sooth this soul of mine tonight;
a little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.
Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,
it echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;
I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,
sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes.
Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,
calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;
this music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,
I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself.
_______________________________
October 7, 2015
Poetry/Verse/The Music
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1190-986-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 7 - Music
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Categories:
gregorian chant, music,
Form: Verse
oh, what pink ash rose
that burst open wide
what balanced the
sacred blue sky
thus
be gentle soon
until
the kind and gentle bloom
when we hear the
Gregorian Chant of the
pink ash rose
while
it blooms
Categories:
gregorian chant, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Voices verging on the shrill, too sharp
Sing the works of Handel and of Bach
Reminding us of Christmas, love and death
The holy lamb of God born without wrath.
Gregorian chant and Hebrew music share
Simplicity, enchantment, music bare
If our minds were locked into that sphere
Could we end the wars and relieve fear?
Opposing the desire for grace and peace
Savage men fire guns and never cease
Sinai, Salisbury Plain now closed to man
Weapons tested when they should be banned
Yet Jewish people never fought before
Except when called up in the first world war
Assimilated ,workers, self effaced
Hitler employed human sacrifice
Torture, murder, terror don’t improve
The minds of the survivors as they brood
Cannibals ,slave masters, who are we
To reinterpret human history?
The end is near, prepare your soul and heart
The message of the Christ from us departs
Categories:
gregorian chant, africa, allegory, angst, birth,
Form: Rhyme
deep monophonic sacred melodies
resounding inner tremors and oscillation
reverberating incursion agitates my soul
stirring an ethereal timelessness of mystery
that transcends the enigma of life and death
and embodying mystique throughout the ages
bellows echoing within ancient monastery walls
a rich cadence and tone larger than life
assaulting all senses with vibrating
conjunct and disjunct tetrachords and hexachords
gregorian melodies most direct channel to divinity
most appropriate as we lay my father
in his final resting place
on this overcast rainy afternoon
and see him off to the higher realm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 30, 2018 for contest MID SUMMER 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
gregorian chant, death, faith, father, heaven,
Form: Free verse
I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
Even Bach or Handel would sooth this soul of mine tonight;
A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
Majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.
Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,
It echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;
I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,
Sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes.
Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,
Calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;
This music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,
I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself.
_______________________________
October 7, 2015
Poetry/Verse/I'm In The Mood
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1022-221-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
gregorian chant, music,
Form: Verse
Lying in a verdant spring field,
scents of fruit and roses permeate the air;
thoughts of you are never far.
They caress like the sun's warm rays,
bringing a suffusion of joy to my heart.
The hum of occasional automobiles
blend with the drone of honey bees
lulling my senses like a Gregorian chant
in an Austrian monastery.
You and nature have become
my tenants of religion,
calming my restless spirit;
soothing my soul,
until I am a placid lake
soaking in all that is you.
Categories:
gregorian chant, dedication, romantic, spring,
Form: Lyric
Mozart composed the Jazz of his day,
Bach could Rock in the same way,
Music is music,
Melodies mimic,
Young tunes turn classical fogies’ heads gray.
Categories:
gregorian chant, age, humorous, music,
Form: Limerick
the eloquence of -
the song of the syllable
the tone, like solemn Gregorian chant,
tympanically resonant to hear
beautiful as deep-red Tiffany glass
stoned echo of Morpheus
a Morpheme of the god of dreams
the language is a beautiful thing
to hear - enunciated, emancipated,
softly muscular moves,
especially whispered into ear
© Goode Guy 2013-02-04
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lingual
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus_(mythology)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheme
Categories:
gregorian chant, beauty, music, mystery, people,
Form: Free verse
I finally found my peace,
Within these cold stone walls,
I'm Humbled on my knees,
As every echo calls...
This accidental priest,
By some glorious chance,
In a servants fleece,
And crucifix in hand...
Bathing in a light,
That's naked to the eye,
But as its blinding me,
It's warming me inside...
Which leaves me falling deep,
As the choir stands,
Letting me be free,
In gregorian chant...
I finally found the peace,
That lives within my soul,
And now I'll never be,
Afraid of letting go...
Categories:
gregorian chant, computer-internet, faith, me, me,
Form: Light Verse
April's roses scent inebriates every sense
below the Gothic cathedral
cardinals doze
draping their wings over
evergreen plants
foreshadowing a cool sunset
griffins guard the bell-tower
hampering the intruders
inflicting fear on the jackals
jaundiced they hide into a jalopy
kapok is soft as cotton
ladybugs allow no sleep
manifesting vulgar wit
nibbling on naugat
oblitaring any sweetness
prie-dieu is her comfort
quickning my understanding
ravishing the merry opus
shedding light on her faith
tending toward forgiveness
unquestionable in its promise
verboten to dishonor it
wimple as sworn devotion
xenophobe not permitted
yodeling is immense praise
zither plays a Gregorian chant
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
gregorian chant, on writing and words
Form: ABC
Its utterance permeates the dense
Air. As a monarch butterfly flaps its
Delicate wings, without a single
Care, the Gregorian chant
Dissipates, slowly, metamorphosing into the
Lair, where a cub is nestling against the lion,
A mother nursing her young,
Fair-skinned son, similar to
The road to Zion,
Rare and scarce to find a minute disturbance
There. The sonic waves
Have been temporarily interrupted by this
Mare, galloping to and fro, everywhere, and
Nowhere is found, one isolated sound. Do you
Dare, to end this golden browning of harmonious
Flares, in the celebration of sweet silence?
Do not let this occurrence pass by,
Unaware.
Categories:
gregorian chant, life, nature, nostalgia, peace,
Form: Free verse