Long Classics Poems
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As a melody linger in her mind
She holds her violin closely
As musical notes in black and white are defined
Soon, her violin buzzes with "Flight of The Bumblebee"
Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
As she holds her violin closely
After that flight, a rendition of "Ode To Joy'
As her violin speaks to symphonies divine
Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
Her violin exhales Beethoven's Sonata Number Nine
As she inhales the melodic flow
Her violin speaks to symphonies divine
While she deftly strokes her bow
She plays the classics great composers wrote
As she inhales the melodic flow
She sees the color of each musical note
As a melody lingers in her mind
She plays the classics great composers wrote
As notes in black and white are defined
What music are you
What notes do you do
What songs will ensue
What words make it true
Are you Jazz
Full of pizazz
Are you Rock
Played up the block
Maybe Classical
Elegant and beautiful
Or maybe Pop
At the chart top
Perhaps you're Country
With music so sunny
Or maybe even Punk
With all of its *****
Maybe you're Disco
From San Franscisco
Or are you Funk
Not at all like Punk
Whether Jazz or Punk
Disco or Funk
Country or Rock
Or Classics like Bach
You can always be you
When the music is true
So be true to your part
And listen to your heart
For the music you are
Is, for both near and far,
The thing that's most true
For the who that is you
Zen showroom
Stillness speaks;
Teak wood designs
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Words surge free
Creative impulse;
Vivid visions
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Profound stillness
Calm silence charms;
Welcome rest
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Late evening rain
Wet windowpane;
Chilly shivers
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Moon glow mist
Black skyline spread;
No stars tonight
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China ascending
Proud 'pax chinesis' hovers;
Flexing taut muscles
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Small city state island
Singapore sling;
Little Red-Dot
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If you must ask
I cannot tell;
Voice in the wind
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Miniature books
Heavy on wisdom;
Light weight powers
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She said
We said;
Much left unsaid
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Musical montage
Familiar classics;
Late mother's memory
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Coming and going
Sweet sad smiles;
Corridor strides
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Last blessing here
Heart-to-heart talk;
A farewell moment
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How do you say
Goodbye then;
Stay in my heart
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Words buzz around
Collage in montage;
Unforgettable echoes
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Joy and tears mix
Pain tangles cheer;
Fond memories swirl
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Briefly, lightly...
A farewell whisper;
No birds sing
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Bitter pain lingers
Pieces of broken heart;
Morning rainbow comfort
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Journey journal
Heart-felt deposits;
Exquisite feelings lounge
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Thus far now:
Seize this daze;
Craft fond memoirs
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Sweet spot here
Free trade zone;
Buzzy business leaps
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Live well then
You know not when;
Death harvests soul
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Gratitude bows
Chant a mantra;
Heart knows soul
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2016
Singapore
Hands clench stuck in a culinary trench with no French
Devotion can’t bench sensory commotion a saucy wench
Emotions wrench if no whiff on the breeze of cheese stench
Potions & notions quench..ocean lotions tastebuds drench
For a foodie bouillebaisse with timeless grace like Judi Dench
No dodgy Brigitte Bardot politics or slick card tricks of tarot
Go for Gallic garlic gall.. all will enthrall when in Gaul..Escargot
Choir of desire ce soir more beurre.. pot au feu.. boudin noir
The star steak au poivre or oeuvre as they make fresh tartare
Mussel frites hustle.. boozy bustle.. shellfish tussle of a bistro
Cassoulet with pomme puree then creme brulee classics spar
Foie gras a mardi gras or bizarre faux pas in brasserie bazaar
Pastry crew Michelin route could be choux or tasty en croute
Never hasty flavour douche a louche croquembouche maestro
Pouting fondue goo spouting fountains on mountains outing
Creamy tartiflette or steamy andouillette from piggy toilette
Forget Pret get a better baguette cornichons raclette touting
What’s more francois then petit pois or dreamy dauphinoise
Carbs shouting.. barbs flouting.. baked camembert scouting
No doubting dishes with calories sprouting diets are a routing
For some it’s foodie hell for me Heaven..my true blue belle
Fruit de Mer in that terracotta apparel has me over a barrel
Travel under the spell crustaceans relations you fell.. unravel
Shell fish fresh from saline swell my divine dell in La Rochelle
No askance glance at the chance for your palette to dance
In a trance at how they enchant stuff always buff & enhance
Know in advance their cultural stance.. revolution..the lance
Saw red aristocrats dead off with their head no longer prance
Instead perchance adored smorgasbord hoard vive la France
Hey diddle diddle
I don’t play the fiddle
But I do love to tinkle the keys
I play them with ease
Will you sing along, please?
The classics or a hip hop rock tune
But don’t get me wrong
My kids strum along
And the vibrations will shake up a room
The guys in my house
Shut their ears to my Strauss
While guitars knock the socks off the gloom
One plays the drums, the whole neighborhood hums
Though it might bring the cops on the run
Our little dog laughs
To hear such a blast
As our tunes travel over the moon
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For Francine's contest "Tell Us Something We Don't Know"
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share
© Jack Ellison 2015
watching movies with you
i hope the rain never stops
surprised we haven't fallen asleep yet
guess we are where we wanna be
we make chocolate chip cookies
we make cinnamon rolls
we make sugar cookies
we make vanilla and oreo shakes
we put in another movie
we pass gas in the name of comfort
watching movies with you
i hope the rain never stops
now we resort to the classics
for once time is being kind to us by discovering its inner snail
we make cake squares
we make lemon drop cookies
we make rice krispies treats
we make vanilla and butterscotch pudding
we put in yet another movie
we again pass gas in the name of comfort
Being a lover of the classics
my show would be classically true
all the great composers would play
to lift listeners hearts that I would do
Raise the profile of young and new
these future prospects would perform
grabbing hold of today's audience
showing that this music is the norm
From dawn to dusk on the air
interviewing real classical talent
Mutter, Benedetti, Bocelli, Netrebko
just a few to get classical pulses sent
So that would be my show
loving every minute of it all
to bring pleasure to the many
music at it's height supremely tall
AUTHOR NOTES:
Just some thoughts if I had the opportunity to have my own radio show
and what I would want it to be.
Colorize The Classics
In 'Sound of Music', a time-honored film,
Maria, postulant from Abby near,
was hired, by a Captain widower,
as governess for seven children home.
The children then bereft and motherless
and governed by time-saving frenzied rules
which father, Georg von Trapp strictly enforced,
were placed into Maria's gentle hands;
Her service to the Lord made her a saint,
and with her gentleness, she shaped their lives.
Through love of music, led them with their songs
with joy for life that they had never known.
They fell in love with her, and soon her world
had opened up another way to serve.
In love and bonded with them and their dad,
she came to follow a new road in life.
As loving wife and mother, she gave self
upon another path of faithfulness.
She served the Lord and life, together with
the rescue of a family once lost.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Colorize The Classics
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 10/25/2016
A Cat's that's Bullied
Wussy
Pussy ;)
Farm Animals that Enjoy the Classics
Dicken's
Chickens
A Corn Farmer with Turn off Jokes and Turn on Passion
Corny
Horny
A Humorous Song
Witty
Ditty
The Fastest "Gun" in the West
Quickie
Dickie ;)
Monica's L's nickname for the President
Billy
Willy
My Belly Dance MODE
Wiggle
Jiggle (Ah...you got to see it! ;)
So...As the story goes...Poor Wussy Pussy hen-pecked by Dicken's Chickens
went to Farmer Corny Horny for help, but he was busy laughing at his witty
ditty about Quickie Dickie and Willy Billy who were staring at my wiggle
jiggle...THE END!
Eileen Manassian