Poem inspired by Mozart’s “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,” (“A Little Night Music”)
Mozart’s moonlit measures soar,
velvet notes in bright encore
ignite lovers’ hearts once more~
stars pulse with his song
you may listen to Mozarts piece at youtube.com/watch?v=oy2zDJPIgwc
Sometimes, we need, Mozart, some violin
Of a sonata, of a joyful concerto,
Sometimes, we need Bach, his genius
A cello concerto, a cantata,
Music, it is known, softens morals,
Sometimes, we need, Wagner, Berg,
A ride, a charge of the Walkyries,
We need Brahms and his symphonies,
Sometimes, we need, Sibelius, his genius
His symphonies are treasures under the snow,
Sometimes, one needs, Mozart, Debussy,
We need a clarinet concerto, or a sonata,
Music, it is known, softens morals,
Like the sea, and distant voyages,
Sometimes, we need, Bach or Schumann,
To find peace, to distance one’s sorrows.
Austrian-born composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
learned fast and young to be prolific in his art.
Famous for nearly four centuries now throughout history,
he left the world at age 35, his death still a mystery.
I soar, looking down at a daffodil hill
hovering, then I fly on the wind
within a forest cathedral dome
and to meadows of lovely wildflowers
then, to a high cliff where I depart . . .
floating in my reverie
the music capturing my soul
and I am in a sublime trance
spinning, twirling
whirling . . . to Mozart symphony 40
The world has gone mad and it’s on our watch!
The world has gone crazy and humanity’s in a ditch.
Leaders for money, power and wealth.
Leaders for people… don’t kid yourself.
We’re looking at a future that has played out before.
We’re being driven against eachother because there’s so much profit in war.
Billions of lives that don’t matter at this billionaires table top!
Billions of cries that they enjoy like they’re listening to Mozart!
The world has gone crazy and this is our ride.
The world has gone crazy and soon they’ll be no place to hide.
Notes float, invisible waves
Crashing over our consciousness
Mozart's melodies tip scales in our heads
Unlocking doors we didn't know existed
Thoughts stretching,
tension building
Music breaks chains of the mundane
Time shifts, stress runs
Life finds its groove
Fast, and slow, our minds race and rest
Electrons dance through neural pathways
Sharpened focus cuts through doubt
We sync with genius
This is the proof
Music's power is undeniable
Supporting growth, moment by moment
From the lowest bass to the highest pitch
Mozart's touch unites us
Count it out
Find your inner beat
Brains pulsing with newfound rhythm
Solving life's puzzles, one note at a time
In this cognitive concert,
Mozart's legacy echoes
On and on and on…
Feel it?
That's your mind Expanding!
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very active mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think they called it “vegetate”
However, that word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from this can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well, to start, normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie at the theatre never hold my interest
They are non productive hours
I know, you must be thinking, “Poor soul!”
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me
Although it sometimes can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current outlet
I have no idea what could possibly come next
Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!
Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight of the blue sky.
within her boneless flesh,
the artist grumbles severely,
in a strained, velvety voice,
jumping into the air.
Prima picture goes away,
with feeble equine acclaim,
the nest of the forlorn swan,
embracing an ethereal dawn.
Whimsical soprano,
barely etched in matte black,
diploid remains,
a flawless fleck of fascinating fright.
Rakish Requiem for an,
unrequited magnum opus,
rushing on pinewood stains,
on the cusp of collapse.
As she droops on the ladder,
the impresario draws the
opera curtains closer,
while soothing music,
numbs her toes.
When Requiem strolls,
across the stage to the tune of
Mozart pianissimo,
he manages to pull off,
fulfills a task with accuracy.
2nd place contest winner
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very active mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think it's called “vegetate”
However that word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from this can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well to start normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie never holds my interest
They are non productive hours
I know you must be thinking “poor soul!”
Don't get me wrong I enjoy being me
Although it sometimes can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current ballet
I have no idea what could possibly be next
Maybe I'll write a symphony a la Mozart!
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can garden workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEpicted?
Do animals ever get DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
I've heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
A Repost
a coat of stars
on a shiny night you
wear
and thrive in #'s (almost)
everywhere
Mozart taught you to sing
everything
recite poetry
and greet those
who stumbled in
you are precious
to me
yet so hated
they patent your name
for poison
and rage
Starlicide
now
half of what you were
your murmurations
still
smoke the sky
just not here
this year
my dear
my darling
Starling
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
never put the horse before he cart
Vituoso of symphony opera& song
'til Salieri came along
"Mozart's music is so pure and beautiful that
I see it as a reflection of inner beauty
in the universe."
Quote by - Albert Einstein
With Mozart classical music my mind floats,
it has been said that it will make me smarter,
my mind drifts, sways, meanders on waves and notes.
In fact, Mozart has become my safe harbor
where inspiration and words are sailing boats,
and while gliding I put my thoughts in order.
I also like Strauss, Beethoven and Chopin,
and thus, my creativity is open.
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September 05, 2022
Poetry/Ottava rima/Mozart Fills My Mind
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-520-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Ottava Rima
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 10/02/2022
Ninth Place
Because you must have romance
I will make breakfast
pouring jasmine tea
arranging Clementine’s
and grapefruit
onto sky blue plates.
Because you must have music
I will call for Mozart's little bird.
I will summon the great hook-beaked
seafaring gulls
to protect our pillow-talk.
Because you need a little fantasy,
we will spend the day
painting eyes on butterfly wings.
We will seek out
only those natural gems
that can be polished by silence,
rediscover the jade circles
that all waterfalls fall through.
My friend, why have you spun out of joint?
Or am I now cross-eyed?
Is one of us running out of rhythm?
Or both spinning in circles?
Why is everything I say just a question?
Can I speak or write a statement?
Would you play Beethoven,
or shall I put on Mozart?
Is this not something I ask you?
So why should this be so?
I will change.
Gosh, I've just made a statement, not asked a question!
Was this not a great conversion?
(May 2022)
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