Idée fixe
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By:Rubato Etude
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Mamihlapinatapai
Redamancy
Each Others better half
"Sapiomanic"
the root of my happiness
Besotted
Radiant
overly interested in
our togetherness
it stems from our love
for one another
that perfect part of
loving
that perfect part of belonging
I am in love with you!
I love yoou too
we are in love with
one another
Lovers!
Last night I couldn't
sleep a wink at all
for
the sound of thunder
like the Gods' bowling ball
rolling on a hardwood floor
resounding on the airs
doing a number on my slumber
in the room upstairs
but
in the serenity of silence
I'll switch off the light
catch a nap
and if it's quiet tonight
hopefully
between moonbeams
be
carried away on dreams sweet dreams
Glaring blues on night window,
Flute and piano bearing glow,
Crickets chirp a music slow,
Outside nocturne flow.
Je Ne Sais Quoi
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difficult to define
she's a one of a kind
beautiful lady
as a matter of fact
her power to attract
makes most men crazy
engaging and alluring
she's anything but boring
she' a one of kind
special lady
that certain something
a perfect mention
that why she's my
special lady
a sense of elegance
a delighting attractive smile
she's a sweet kinda lady
magnetic charm
who's side are you on
step back Mister
that's my Lady
she came with me
she's leaving with me
to you that might sound crazy
she's one of a kind
I was blessed to find
such a magnificent Lady
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"Con Abbandono Version"
" Courtesy of the lovers"
Music by Musicains
From; "This Time Next Year -Our Anniversary"
Time won’t stop until I drop
In my bed again
Meet me at the staircase top
Lend a helping hand
I can’t stay for long, you know
Time is running fast
I just came to say hello
Lost for words, at last
In this place there's lack of space
Sitting on the bed
I can’t see your smiling face
Snow falls in my head
Melting down far too slow
Then the clock stroke two
Its about time to go
Nothing more to do.
The moon was high, the wind did cry
As shadows danced in flight,
She wandered far beneath the sky
On that cold autumn night.
In twilight's silhouette I rock my mind to sleep
An effort to release me to a slumber so deep
The mystique of dreams unfolds in the night
A canvas peacefully painted in the faint moonlight
Far-reaching sensations in a hypnotic trance
Settle into serenity after light’s last glance
Counting grains of white sand as time in retreat
Next to sweeping fields full of golden wheat
Light-hearted reality sways in the breeze
My relaxed mind drifts through nocturnal seas
Paying homage to the effort it took to get here
Relinquishing power to an idyllic rest I hold dear
My mind striking a melodic chord in rhythmic tune
Dancing with the moon until sun’s morning boon
In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace,
where the moon's silver threads interlace.
Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune,
underneath the city's ebony dune.
Brownstone whispers, history untold,
in the rhythm of the Harlem night's hold.
A symphony of footsteps on cobblestone,
each echo a tale, each shadow, a home.
Saxophone solos from an open window,
melodies that the city's heart knows.
Dancing notes in the summer air,
as dreams ascend the winding stair.
Voices rise from the stoops below,
poetry in the cadence, in the ebb and flow.
In the Harlem night, stars align,
a constellation of stories, yours and mine.
Countee's verses echo on these streets,
where the past and present gently meets.
Harlem's heartbeat, a rhythmic boon,
sung in the verses of a Harlem nocturne.
Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves,
morning dew settles glistening sleeves —
a covering to compliment the green,
a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering
mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing
of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain…
~ or transfer by essence to the understanding
intuiting within — to find birds preen, not taking wing;
and trees upswing drying branches, delighted by wet dew.
All breathe the notes of summer’s ending nocturne
composed throughout the woods and, now, day upon day,
repeat that lullaby, trickling the scales as in a piano’s play
to accompany the year’s passing time, turning into autumn
with her blazing, flaming, dazzling, bejewelling
before Mother Nature deeply exhales — weeping dew
over all her gardened Beauty blooms — beginning
their fated wilting, falling, final, felt arias’ murmuring
the refrains life plants within, holding a promise of re-birth
to come past winter’s dominance, all frozen still
with a quiet sleeping peace — prelude to renewal…
to dawn’s Spring dances and the refreshing touch of dew.
She spoke of her love for him
to say how she wished him
to be her husband "Nocturne"
the romantic word.
Spoke sweetly against his lips
her kisses made
him see those days ahead
a love affair
to speak of through
the ages.
When the music
shilvered the timbers
and the percussions
moved to the rhythmn
the need of harmony
entasngles them to embrace
as kisses
sweetened
their lips.
the need to love.
a sweet romantic
togetherness.
moon's silhouette dances on the lake
blue water with floating lilies and lotus
lily pads covering the most of the water
glowing moonlight gives fresh impetus
crimson sky mingles with a dark shade
tall trees and bushes keep the darkness
fleeting clouds cascade down the woods
lotuses dazzle, lilies shining in likeness
little fairies dance in this luminous night
angels gather to play the celestial harp
viewers are amazed watching this scene
awaken are the birds to sing and chirp
in solitary night nature speaks with poise
we listen and witness this night's charm
the rivulet being composed and tranquil
we cherish and return to our lovers' arm
Orb of light in night flight,
specter aglow in onyx gown,
upon shimmering, icy-laden trees,
branches encapsulated winter’s freeze.
Indigo blanket ringed in haze
of the moon’s controlling gaze.
As the hares do romp and play,
amid the snow-capped winter days,
to dine on twigs and frozen buds
and unto dens full bellies run,
to huddle down as days be done;
‘neath ground of grass and straw to sleep.
As animal and man do dream,
of warmer climes, comforting scenes;
I scan the skies and thank the moon
as light-rays sing nocturnal tunes.
As those beams come ever near,
an old oak sheds an icy tear.
in stillness of dusk
tawny owl is heard hooting ~
a forest nocturne
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Date written: 10/15/2021
Notes tumble freely
Guitar warms the twilight mist
Soft summer healing
Haiku written July 6/21
Savage sun
sinks
pausing hell
unlocking evening
**celestial chimes**
~~elusive echoes~~
((floating fragments))
***illuminated insects***
//meandering monads\\
&&musical magic&&
[solitary silence]
*^zodiacal zephyrs^*
Gentle darkness
reveals
the stars
eclipsed by
urban constellations
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