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An almost April falls as if the season
were feeble and elderly already.
It is a Pavan for a dying princess;
see how she is laid upon the yellowing grass
her beauty reflected like icy droplets on Spring stems.
Do you hear the sad music?
Even death has its music,
even the smallest of germs
even the invisible footprints
of a killer virus have a sad music.
We are troubled, for the days look in vain
for a new tune to sing.
When April is in her bright green flood
perhaps the Princess will revive
with fresh blooms in her flaxen hair,
maybe this sad Pavan will learn to dance again?
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The title of this poem is taken from a 16th Century English composers work.
The Princess allusions references obliquely a work by the composer Ravel.
A ‘Pavan’ is a slow, stately court dance of the 1500s and 1600s, usually in duple meter.
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Feedback,
A poet strive for perfection
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection
Of whom he is
With each line he procrastinate,
With each verse,
Reaction, pro action and anticipation
To the point
Of debating or reconstructing his latest
Despite receiving favorable reviews
Should I read it out loud?
Or should I let it simmer
And invited samplers to sample my work
Too many mind and voices
Can be influential
Unlike a Sunday buffet his poem
Is not the main course?
His work is his ode
So he becomes a prolific composer.
Author note:
To be or not to be this is the question
S pring in her steps she wanders in wonder
R ecoils in amazement retraces the year
I gnites the haven the Persians call ‘bunder’
N o regrets but resilience beyond graffiti of fear
G ive me hope she exclaims I will not go under
I n the semi desert one forgotten Iris blooms
S urpassing the ruins and shackles of tombs
C risp early morning she takes shelter in beauty
O h Allah protect me while my husband is gone
M y children are hungry for them it’s my duty
I nstil all the love past seasons have foregone
N ever give up the new summer comes closer
G ive praise to beginnings a flower’s composer
S pring might well bring all the Peace we deserve
O n this day with the spring and lonely florescence
O bituaries settled and truce's armistice observed
N o winter shall break her so true to her essence
30th March 2017
Thelonious Monk
piano keyboard prophet
harmonizing scales
Melody from flat to sharp
rhythm soothing to the soul
Comments: Thelonious Sphere Monk (1917-1982) is recognized as one of the
most influential figures in the history of Jazz. He was one of the architects of
bebop and his impact as a composer and pianist has had a profound influence
on every genre of music. Thelonious Monk Institutes of Jazz are located at the
following locations: Washington Office: 5225 Wisconsin Avenue NW, Suite 605,
Washington, DC and Los Angeles Office: University of Southern California, 3443
Watt Way, Lower Level, Los Angeles, CA. The Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz, a
nonprofit education organization, was founded in 1986 by the Monk family along
with the late Maria Fisher, an opera singer and lifelong devotee of music.
This morning, the soul longing hit that
I needed to hear classical music
sometimes, I am unable to stop everything
and tend to the intense desire
but this morning I was able to
just sit back and soak it in
The opening strands to the Mozart piece
that I have listened to many times
and played almost as many
washed over me
and brought a sense of calm and joy
that nothing else brings
As the complicated, yet catchy melody
goes through the many key changes
that the brilliant composer beautifully
constructed, I feel a sense of awe
that this man that lived so long ago
created this soul touching music
As the magic of music soothes my soul
and at the same time, energizes me,
I am grateful that God instilled in me
the talent and love of music that keeps
me moving forward and able to find joy
on even the hardest days
In April everything was green,
a patch of blue couldn't be seen,
the orange sun was kept away with dire;
I lied down a scented blanket of emerald...
while the yellow robins circled above
showing their aerial skills that impressed,
but the brown-winged hummingbirds perched
on plum trees created a piece of music so unique
that even a composer couldn't imagine...
how inspirational was their song to God!
Swaying auburn trees on a November magical day
show their lustrous colors to daze minds,
their branches undulated by the auspicious wind
remind me of that red-headed girl I kissed;
did her image vanish before I could express my dismay?
I assumed that manifesting passion would bind hearts!
This is one of my favorite places I often frequent
when loneliness grips me by a feeling of helplessness;
I've built an imagery temple to her frivolousness,
to someone too sensual and stripped of amorous intent...
kissing her under swaying auburn trees that enchant
and spread their delusional essence of stifling dissent!
beyond this canyon
they sing a song
they know the lyrics
but they sing it wrong
they like there rendition
they get a thrill
they say the composer
he loves me still
beyond the sound
the octive matter
they bounce off the walls
the glas they shatter
with fine toned tones
they sound abroad
the music perfected
they thank Da Lord
people watching and waiting
to hear the part
they stumble the beganning
and have to restart
the organ playing
the pinano too
the trumpets sounding
I thought you knew
when the songtress
starts getting down
we hear the right on's
with the music sounds
We clap in woner
to hear what they'll do
the keep on singing
Yeah I thought you knew
then closer
our wagons near
they don't hear us
as we draw near
the crowd is happy
they stop and cheer
in the audeince
we stop to steer
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine
M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.12.2017
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
(Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944)
Years active 1923-1944
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
In my dream, I have already loved you, with an endless passion,
Like a star shining in the starry night, you are my unbroken light,
In every corner of my soul, I have felt you, like the sun's ray at dawn,
And in every beat of my heart, I have heard you, like the echo of an old melody.
In the depths of the sea of thoughts, I have plunged into you, like a precious pearl,
And in every wave of emotion, I have searched for you, like a traveler for his treasure,
In every dream, I have desired you, like a poet desires the perfect words,
And in every awakening, I have found you again, like a painter finds his colors.
In every sunrise, I have seen you, like an artist sees the beauty of nature,
And in every sunset, I have felt you, like a musician feels the rhythm of his music,
In every raindrop, I have heard you, like a composer hears his notes,
And in every snowflake, I have touched you, like a sculptor touches his marble.
But, although I have already loved you in my dream, I still seek you in reality,
Hoping that one day, my dream will become reality,
And I will have you by my side, forever, in this world and the others.
It came out of a powerful dream so radiant,
captured that all behold transfigured stimulant.
The heavens opened in all its glory by a note,
from the bottom of silent dark sounded forth.
One low and one high pitch creating a globe,
forthwith to turn a spiral octave strobe.
Slowly beginning a stringing of hymn,
weaving each day into a magic dim.
That sunrise starts singing to the valley,
the springs to the streams rhythm pulse alley.
Plugging bases from river to ocean,
clarinet and oboe flow in playful potion.
The vibrating air now in choir harmony,
opens the flowers to complete this symphony.
Sighs and shivers come from the bosom of earth,
the stars unfold into infinity rebirth.
Swerves and turns back on itself sensation,
contracts and expands the germ of creation.
Music of other worlds magnificent,
infinite harmonic order so vigilant.