Long Chorales Poems
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Some say the summer sun,
drove them to the jagged peaks,
where they pressed their feet in snow,
and froze, defeated, swallowed by silence.
Empty skies above,
Hollow fields below—
Who will recall their vanished songs?
Who will cradle their echoes?
Others recall their beaks filled,
with plastics from tainted fields,
like cacti bristling through sand
choking the voices that once soured.
Some saw a trembling mirage.
A pool that shimmered, then dissolved;
their throats dried, their voices shattered,
Their chorales silenced by drought.
Empty skies above,
Hollow fields below—
Who will recall their vanished songs?
who will cradle their echoes?
More birds succumbed to wildfires.
That burned forests to blackened bone.
Their feathers lying singed in the ash.
Their shadows fallen, stilled, and gone.
Yet in the hush of this dawn,
a single feather drifted on the wind.
A faint lamenting chord was heard—
Perhaps the birds may rise again.
Where have all the birds gone?
Long time passing; long time ago.
Empty skies above,
a feather on the breeze—
a faint call in the hollows
Let's pray the muted sing again soon
In the silent spring.
In the silent spring.
Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
My choir director
is a painter
a music stand her easel
the choir loft her frame
her canvas is the air
we breathe in
and synchronously exhale
Sixteen voices are her paints
organized by color palettes
low ebony hues down there
bright primary tones over here
complementary colors placed in between
the accompanist creates a background wash
under her attentive ear
Following her calling with tenacity and talent
her hands pirouetting like ballerinas
expressive decisive intentional
coaxing cohesive chorales
conversing with the rhythm
she paints a sacred symmetry of
sanctified synergy in sound
// for Janet, my beloved choir director and bride of 35 years //
written 2 Aug 2020
Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus
Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles
Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep
I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin
We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.
maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.
reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.
In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.
radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.
because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.
Written: January 30, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Some are clearly Buddhist,
they sing not much, but drone
and chant, they do not flaunt.
Some are brightly painted egos,
their songs bootie-calls from empty nests
where they preen melodically rampant.
Others strain both throats and tongues
bend a tune to a roundelay
as nimbly as any yogic mystic.
A few are serenely drab
yet their songs are Catholic hymns
that soar saintly and sibilant.
Each species preaches
their own cyclical creed,
then propels melodramatic arias
to shake the air
or tweet, tremolo, warble, and twitter
their own sacred canticles.
Some tree cloistered avian
sing just as sweetly as any Sufi poem.
A noted wrecking-crew rabble-rouse
and mob, they declaim their rowdy rhythms
from a thumping zealot's craw and caw.
It is the musicality of their soul-songs
that we recognize,
all the feathered mantra's,
psalms and psalters
that are pumped from natures solar plexus
as chorales and airy orisons.
Then of course
there are the faithless calls
of blue jays, parrots, mockingbirds
and the honey easting Miner Birds
atheist all
yet they bring a rib-digging
jollity to the church of the sky.
All raise-up their voices.
A flocked congregation
chirping soft and loud
with a common lyricism
of body, spirit, and the votive holiness
of passing clouds.
. This morning I'm still smiling .
. from our words of love last night, .
. The thunder's cries could not outdo .
. The softly whispered shouts of "I love you." .
. .
. This afternoon a haunting tune .
. of love runs through my mind, .
. And weaves a simple tapestry .
. Of life and love and you in harmony. .
. .
. When feelings get too big to fit .
. Inside the cage of words, .
. Although there are no words to say .
. We go ahead and say them anyway. .
. .
. This evening I'm remembering .
. the thoughts that filled my day; .
. Inside my mind chorales unwind, .
. The dissonance of life resolves to you. .
. .
. Tomorrow we can borrow .
. just another day from God, .
. Adoring each brief joy it brings .
. That someday we will be remembering .
Written: January 17, 2024
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Delphic melodies on
elysian breeze
lustral chorales in amber
from spiritual chronicles,
seven seas mingle in tandem
in abyss quietness
of an arcane heart,
sky spreads sapphire salacity
in wispy turquoise
of unfathomable horizon.
In inked echoes
of aureate verse,
endured true self, mystic,
Beset by a harsh problem?
it's time to shine
gather yourself, and
overcome aptly,
striving to draft
words of faith
that convey emotions,
feeling utterly inept.
Yet, it is our lambent spur
that compels us to attempt
despite various paths
they all lead back
toward my heart,
includes everything...
everything I foresee
is my mirror,
everything I foresee
is my love...
Thrums of orphic cymbals
in choral melody
crimson wings beat
in furious rhapsody!
In sways of swirling lilts
you glide on tendrils
of iridescent waves
embracing truth
we're all fallible,
It's harsh to have a humane life,
still, God is in our midst.
we merely crave faith
that entails conviction,
Azulene swirls
of glyphic whirl,
blazing!
Conga drums
in sibylline upswell,
you waltz to a claret trance
on wisps of tender melody!
One can be driven to
destructiveness, illness,
or failure by fear
but faith is a stronger force,
that can push itself into
your mind and urge
you to accomplish
embrace power of prayer,
unexpected metamorphosis
may transpire in the aftermath;
beseech Him for abettance.
9th place contest winner
// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //
Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe
Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials
Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable
Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill driven
Hoof throb corruption chorales sin's provision
Ever after mantra mashed into lurid intervals
Putrid piebald frames racecourse, analytical
Etching on ranch entrance, ostler is cognizant
Required for pyxis stamina, rubies resplendent
Camofluer canters to sumer anonymous rural
Damsel plans her Danton's conclusion brutal
Mid August Triumphant Lament
Song of the Four Seasons 2-16-24
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Song of the Four Seasons
Jagged steel gray skies
Compose barren bough sculptures
Midnight days, Orion nights
White fire crystal symphonies.
Spring wriggles adagio toes,
Sunbeams thaw tuneless meadows,
Daffodils dream yellow melodies
Blossoms burst fragrant ballads.
Downbeats of summer rainstorms
Silver sonatas of moonlight
Heat rises in crescendos,
Cool waves soothe sunburns.
Scarlet scatters leafy notes,
Crisp sapphire skies motifs,
Harvest chorales of harmonies
Harbingers in orange transitions.