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My dear grandpop and grandma pop
Took a short vacation
I remember how my mom felt
Full of frustration
Mom depended on them so much
Babysitters were they
Days, nights and weekends were at play
They were supposed to stay
Grandma got so hot and went pop
Lost weight, wore stilettos
She changed from an older grandma
Studied all librettos
We were all surprised that she changed
She wanted a new name
Grand-maman she insisted fit
The children thought it lame
So, they still called her grandma pop
With new friends, it didn't fit
They weeded her out of their group
Now she bakes cake and knits
Also reads stories; does her part
To instill within each child
What is most important for them
To live life undefiled
Categories:
librettos, age, fun,
Form: Other
The Language of Blue
Sinking into the lyrical language of blue
Prime layers of still solitude speak
With muted voices
In sapphire soprano rhapsodies,
Lines of bass blushes, electric flecks of neon fire.
Hear in dusky blue’s modal shafts of light,
The peaceful plaintive sotto voce
Set an indigo scene
In delft lingua for a pas de duex
With trebling hues lapis and arbot.
Blue chants a lexis, a cerulean chroma glow
Sung in tender tenor tones patois
To translate soft sky blue aqua idioms,
As minor phrases meditate on azure,
In prose text that wafts in periwinkle blooms.
Unhurried blue on blue in plain-chant paeans,
Whispers and bedazzles teal twilight librettos
Of cradle songs in soft celeste waves
Of cobalt midnight in the consoling,
And the mystic, language of blue.
11-3-21
Contest: Blue
Sponsor Mystic Rose Rose
Trebling = triple
Arbot is a shade of blue
Chroma means glow
Categories:
librettos, blue, language, music,
Form: Free verse
Lyric
Life’s longing to sing out -
Lovely or lamenting,
Lively in lusty breaths,
Liberates lonely hearts,
Librettos live in love,
Limber lines of stage light
Lyrical luxury.
10-26-20
Contest: Pleiades #3
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
librettos, poetry,
Form: Verse
you release my quill from dried out surrender
spell from a fountain of compassion and hope
poet tree in motion when blanks fill my space
book end of beginnings you balance my words
weave reason and feelings into joined script
calligraph meaning kindness caring and love
when my ink seems spent you release the flow
skin onto skin like a full moon and a spoon
canvas and tapestry with passion and trust
once I was empty mere parchment and void
agonizingly close to oblivion of mute emotion
smudged charcoal from a cartridge of nothing
scribbles turned into librettos of craving
engraved my lost note pads with crayons
coloured my shadows with indigo dreams
without you my worlds held no promise
was shredded by life’s cynical silence
now the pencil swirls once ever more
28 th May 2020
Categories:
librettos, anniversary,
Form: Free verse
Distant piano music,
or is it the speech of a banjo
unearthed from some attic prison?
Wait, do I hear a flügelhorn moaning,
or is that a different conversation?
Brahms plucks at his peppery beard,
glissando and arpeggio flutter
into mountains of buttery mutter.
We the players and listeners
twist our ears into ad hoc rock bands,
countering the contradictions
through inaudible librettos.
Bless you, you fish-faced plods,
can't you hear the bubbles in your heads
how they practice and refrain -
echo-on as your own wagging
tone-deaf tongues?
Categories:
librettos, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
A Poet....
Feels the very pulse of life!
Hears its crescendos and librettos
Composes them into words divine
And, if well-penned....
Touches another soul in eternal time.
Panagiota Romios
4/26/2019
7pm PST
Categories:
librettos, beautiful, poets,
Form: Free verse
I am drizzled from thoughts that the heart footholds
With words of wisdom which are pure as gold
And as I form into an underlying phrase
Every sentence takes it’s own place
With rhymes of words dancing on the page
Every formation is imbedded to the base
With librettos of connotation revolutionising the trace
The vivacity of the ode slowly gets into shape
And once the ode is born with complete faith
The poem is made and that’s the face
- Sherwin Fernandes
Categories:
librettos, cool, crazy, creation,
Form: Free verse
Follow the poet to the bottom
Their scrivened souls lead there
Electric verbs and climatic curves
Stoking notions of hoisted up hairs
Winding down the patchy canyon
To laurel beds on librettos grind
Waterfall nerves and augury spurs
Urging seshat to wield her rhymes
Follow the poet to the bottom
Thats where they’re lost and found
Candles abuse and notepads recluse
Glazing infinities pre-trial rounds
Parading patterns of rickety roads
Past old poems plagued in a frame
Battled rudders and carving rubber
Skidding below to avoid the reign
Follow the poet to the bottom
Below the soil and above the sun
Atop sappy moss and clueless frost
Molding truth’s molten hand numb
The poet's work is never done
The poet’s cause has not begun
The bottom is the highest rung
Follow the poet down the gun
To bullets aimed at broken glass
Aimed into perfections noose
Aimed into perceptions shoes
Follow the poet
Follow you!
Categories:
librettos, poems,
Form: Rhyme