Long Vivaldi Poems

"STRONG"



A child finds strength 
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind 
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -

Who held his hand?

Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping 
like blood drops, 
steel...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to...

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Dragon polished his nails and admired himself in the mirror once again; a daily ritual getting so old.  The one lousy hair on his chin, protruding from a small wart which he called a,...

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“Winter’s Journey”  (Part 1a)

Out on the ice somewhere, 
in a cold banished territory
in a ferocious, hard-biting cold blizzard
a mother Polar Bear 
is crying out to her cub
who is nowhere close by, 
nowhere never to...

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I wrote two terrible poems last night.
Will this one be another?
I am looking at the clock.
It is time to leave and get the oil changed.
I read the sign as I pull in.
No Shirt, No Shoes,...

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WINTER SONATA

As winter approaches, memories flood me,
memories of an unforgettable romance.
A romance that took me by surprised
and made me feel amazingly pleased.

A romance full of music, music in different
themes, tones, melodies, instruments, tunes
merged creating beautiful...

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Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics...

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"The Dreams of Bedes" 

Jewels they found 
dripping like diamonds
from the overflowing viaducts 

scattered on the ground
at the feet of disbelief
barely seen 

shod lost and disobedient
counting the cost for 
unwanted inconvenience

those bridges burn now like
scarlet...

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An individual of incredible talent
played his violin with a joy so opulent;
he achieved greatness on his own
and his gladness was proudly shown!

The maple violin was given to him as a gift from an early age,
he...

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Vivaldi man of “Four Seasons”
Played his violin for a reason
While singing the strings
Excellent music he brings
Great melody it rings

“La Primavera” sole concerto
Uplifting the spirits without alto
Amsterdam, Prague, Venice and Vienna
Spectacular operas making souls remember 
Strings...

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Part One

                  for E. Balasubramaniam
             ...

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Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on...

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As a great lover of classical music
over many years the violin became ace
one particular lovely lady enchanted me
Anne-Sophie Mutter classically first place

This lady appeared in the Yellow Lounge
a night club in Berlin, she did astound
the...

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Vivaldi’s Violin

 The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps 
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft 
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.

I sit up and listen indeed stretch all...

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Land of Dante, Michelangelo, Vivaldi, Verdi, Vanvitelli and da Vinci;  
there Julius Caesar spoke these victorious words," Vedi, vidi, vici."
From the majestic snow-capped Alps to the sun-scorched Sicily,
one is astonished by the sea and...

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It’s a Vivaldi winter...snow as far as the eye can see, 
blankets the hardened from sub-zero and sleet.
I hear the violins and cello’s, groaning out forlorn winter notes.

Robins on a white roof are poufy with...

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Softly the notes of a piano
     begin to play 
as evening dusk falls gently 
like a quiet bird 
          in the night...

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Vivaldi in every season https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/vivaldi_presto_1146945

Satie minimalist music https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/contrarian_chords_another_satie_tribute_1169333

Cage piano  happenings https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/happening_poem_1_ear_candy_988004

Brubeck-& all that jazz  https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/happening_no_4_ear_candy_998687

Haley rock 'n roll https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/footle-around_the_clock_141264

Elvis Always on my mind https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/it_seems_like_yesterday_120657

Mahler the majestic https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/happening_no_8_ear_candy_1002335

Christian hymnody https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/an_easter_hymnody_215744

Requiems many&varied https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/requiem_468371

Worship music https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QvLxZEU02uI...

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uplift
      my heart
dispel
      distress
cast off
       despair
begone

music tingle
           my spine
emotions
...

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Music, music is everywhere
filling one's ears to the brim
so many radio stations to hear
select your taste by a button

Especially difficult when you like all types
which one do you decide to choose?
maybe a day on each...

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Each season spans a quarter of a year
cold winter days can bring pure white snow,
Wintry sunshine makes snowflakes disappear
but little children don’t want the snow to go!

Spring breezes in, making the gardens bright
fragrant freesias release...

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Awaking I find with a click of the eyes, 
Little rectangles all colors floating,
Floating and waiting suspended in my brain, so I
“Choose morning duties” – there’s an app for that,
A rectangle lights up, “Feed the...

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On graduation day you put your saddle shoes away.
You took a naked walk through the garden till you got to the pool.
You had Vivaldi on steroids, Monet on cocaine.
You’re not Mother Theresa. No need to...

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Cristovão Paganini 

With such beauty that is truly divine, 
Which I had wished was mine all mine; 
Of a blessed sound containing rare form, 
That within my heart has created a storm. 

Vivaldi of vigor...

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The Red Priest preached his violin sermon,
His baroque interpretation
Of the seasons’ fickle whims.
I listened closely to the soothing concerti
And came to the conclusion
That though we may have been passionate lovers,
It’s just as sure we never...

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