Long Symphonic Poems
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Thank you O sea,
For the untiring music of your waves,
For the rolling of your rollers,
Thank you O sea
for your music so refined,
This music softens the soul,
His sight soothes the poet
Console the painter ,
Thank you O sea
For your music,
For your mighty storms,
Merci Debussy
For your symphonic poem,
Thank youO sea
For your overflowing imagination,
For your writers, generous
Homer to Baudelaire, to Hugo,
Thank you O sea,
For all your colors,
For horizons surrounded by foam
For the sunny south of ancient Greece,
For your date palms,
Thank you O sea, for your example,
For the exemplary flight of seagulls,
For the frigate, white terns
For the quiet schooners,
Who anchor in the atolls
Thank you the sea,
For your illuminated ships
In the port of Brest,
For each oysters savored,
Thank you O sea, for your gifts
Your travels to America
You are the soul of the world
the source of my thoughts.
When warm and gentle winds
flutter and lull the lustruous lilacs
so discontent of the primroses,
the drooping willows
deepen in their sorrows,
and as in an angelic apparition:
there comes into view
a friendly ballerina dressed in blue
to perform an ardent ballet
in her red dancing shoes that match
her golden,glazing barrette...
unlikely a hand-manipulated marionette!
Unpretentious and pretty ballerina,
invent another unrealistic aurora...
like the one that appears in the northern sky,
to make believe that is still daytime:
to attune your mood to a symphonic music
that can be enjoyed by us!
When the blue-jays refuse to sing,
use your rhythmic swing
to overwhelm us with sheer delight;
this sentimental season
repletes with amazing surprises:
to render and choose,
to keep in our thoughts and heart
the purpose of true reason!
Irresistible and elegant ballerina,
perform a dance rarely seen by critics...
be of a joyful spirit without nostalgia,
be remarkable in your gestures and steps;
a daisy opens its petals at sunrise,
invulnerable joy carries you to crimson skies...
to increase your strenght and make you shine
more than the radiant sun above the horizon...
I find that friendship is a gift I want to give at times to strang-
ers though clear logic’s trace is missing (should the cat get out of bag!)
and it’s found motive’s ghost’s a glimmer that’s more tightly bound to muse
(this life’s what-ifs bent on a rampage where stampede of clouds crowd sky).
If rope hangs coiled and loose from saddle, long lost stirrups’ ground’s in flight
(boot’s toes can’t pin). Left hand grips horn, right one has reins, but muse is mount
that’s in control. My gift refused is still your gift though it’s remiss!
I’m still your friend if that’s my choice (as God’s my witness, you’ve no vote!)
No heart’s corralled by guns or fences where love’s found out on the range.
A gift worth giving, finds it’s given more than once! No one goes stag!
Who could desire a role constrained to what serves one, much less confuse
a romp (in hay?) with love for God who bids us love like Christ (or try?):
all men and women too, soul’s colors - gifts from birth! For ALL delight
the Lord our GOD, Christ’s Church intended Bride, whose talents stars can’t count!
Still, ALL must grow toward light of God if they’re to love, OR know Love’s Bliss.
God’s love’s “symphonic,” “rock and roll,” earth’s “om,” sustains life, our blessed note!
Krakatoa Kritic #007
May 1, 2022
Eat your heart out Cowboy Ron Williams!
Earth empowers life
by further expressing
natural well-being
cooperatively articulating
spiritually positive
(so not traumatically negative)
emotions
Of SunMuse sacred
sanguine songs
panentheistically felt anticipation,
communally confirmed,
transubstantiating health needs
therapeutic wants
more than trauma confrontational management.
I can feel
and hear musical Beauty,
As also musing
sometimes amusing
bipartisan Truth
In Earth developing
neurosensory ecological history,
multi-enculturing theological mystery
of a procreative
systematic
organic
symphonic Tree.
The sun-soaked shining valley of my lucent life
Drains the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Carved out of the precious golden moments.
With sailing sediments of euphoria dislodged
They all roll in the turbulent cascade of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst falling sky
Flow to the flood plain of terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
I wade through the marsh of submerged past
Mudlarking in the bare bay of tranquil twilight.
In the light of the setting sun fading so fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbs out
I scavenge the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieve the gilded instants I once lived to adore.
April 5, 2020
Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (35)
Dawning Desires
Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
Good morning Soupers
"Nature is a joy in spring with fresh life and a wonder than at other seasons. The myriad animate and inanimate forms living in nature surprise and delight us. The sight of little creatures taking care of their offspring raises our curiosity and heightens our admiration to the point of emulating them"~ By Poet
The silent snowy winter days are gone.
Lively spring has come again.
The cool wind brushes past my face
Animals from their hide, come out in chain.
A mother hen with her happy brood
Of newly hatched chicks like balls of wool
Is out of her coop for an outdoor hunt,
To feed on termites under dry leaves, cool
The chicks in self-abandon run and play.
Some chase tiny bugs leaping from the grass.
Some climb on their mother’s sloppy back.
They enjoy the bright day’s cheer en masse.
On the other side, bunnies leap and hop,
In the hazy mist of the early morning light.
They nibble at fresh grass in the meadow.
Their sprightliness soaks my heart in delight.
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My heartstrings are stretched out tight,
As pigeons coo and robins sing,
Adding a symphonic rhythm to the air,
By the avian ensemble of spring
I hear the whisper of fresh-grown leaves,
Interrupted by the sweet strains of a meadowlark.
On this lovely day, an urge to roam the countryside,
Is ignited deep in my heart as a blazing spark.
Derived simple comfort, throughout childhood, even now,
From the one syllable sound, called out by my mother.
Cynebeald in the most formal tongue of old. A lifetime of
Meaning, paved as my feet undulate toward the unknown.
Kin, I surely hold, so close and dear – an abundance of God’s blessing.
Bold vitality ensures I walk in symphonic shoes, embracing
Brave attitudes, whether or not I become an able-bodied leader.
King of my adventure, Queen in my sphere of influence, thus named.
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
3rd Place
Multiple Placements
What's In A Name contest
Sponsor: Silent One
1/17/2017
Midst inviting aurora’s awesome glow
My heart basks in radiant morning flow…
Glorious dawn declares God’s victorious day
Such is nightingale’s tune, so sweet and gay.
Refrain:
Joining creation in praise majestic
With song birds of harmony, symphonic
Led by nightingale to crescendo’s height
I exalt* Almighty for dawn’s delight.
As the bird whistles melodious cheers
Daybreak sparkles in glad triumphant gears
Greeting my soul for great worshipful start
To commune with the Lord at His rampart.
Refrain:
Joining creation in praise majestic
With song birds of harmony, symphonic
Led by nightingale to crescendo’s height
I exalt* Almighty for dawn’s delight.
*Isaiah 25:1 O LORD, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
June 6, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jun 23)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/24/2021.
As par and parcel of being
alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
asper this healthy older guy
devoid of physical whim zee
unlike a inscrutable eunuch...so hi
there dear reader experienced
by this self contrived Zen
minded nonestablishmentarian outlier,
whose nonconformist yen
tries to steer clear of controversy,
heresy, prurient wen
unless one happened
to be eunuchized,
i.e. sexless as a cold oven,
but similar to generic men
this writerly hen
pecked husband dully
drumming, droning, and
dribbling as a lix spittle
aged chap housed within
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania bailiwick
though far less inclined
to whet ma lil atrophied dipstick
than some young buck
at the peak of his sexual prowess
every now and again viz,
aye feel a much slighter sensation
drubbing, crackling, and
buckling mine body electric
and attempt to record
re: font ten blue type
boldface and/or Italic
such infrequently occurring
fleeting Johnson magic
speculating why the
hoo ha regarding mystic
spell binding codas,
dogmas, and enigmas,
an integral component naturalistic
within the calculus of life,
when human species
(parenthetically), naturally, inherently,
and biologically opportunistic
akin to other organisms whose quixotic
antics allow NON GMO,
MSG, and gluten free,
and uncensored discussion
asper reproductive habits rhapsodic
with floral and/or faunal symphonic
emanations donning each their own
"NON FAKE" trumpeting
spectacular humbly modest
rubric, yet...universalistic
as being linkedin
within the cosmic whirled wide web.