robin orchestra
singing morning melody
lighting up forest
three who three who
wiwho wiwho wiwho
whicha whicha whicha
creeca creeca creeca
song bird orchestra serenades me tonight
pink tulips strum harp
birds play flutes whilst wind taps drums~
trees hum in chorus
Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page.
The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage.
A poem to be a rhapsody, of instruments with violins.
Instruments take shape, and as the symphony begins.
The tempo builds, with brightest intensity to engage.
Words follow the beat, to a crescendo of intense rage.
Now, as the kettle drums implode within their skins.
The conductor is in full control, as his baton spins.
The percussion again, joins, as the woodwind slows.
lyrics soften, and the flute’s melody gently flows.
The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage.
Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page.
the orchestra pit
elegant black tuxedos
music from the gods
I hear violins playing
Oscillating in the auditorium
As the orchestra resounds
Behind the chambers of my heart
Bittersweet melodies plays aloud
I cannot escape -
That sweet summer rain
Which fills my heart
With such melodies of ballads
Shedding tears that reflects
I cannot escape.
Within the amphitheatre of the city,
I sang aloud lyrics of gloom and mourn
Behind the cages of my bleeding heart
I found the rain to be my shedding tears
As notes and sheets of music play
Violins and orchestra play in unison
Along with my brokenness I sang
The rain when it came
was not unexpected
soft at first
then larger drops
dancing puddles
ignored by hurrying passers by
I stayed to the end
and heard it all
that orchestra of sky
Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw
the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong
The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"
I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!
Poetic Diversion For Violin And No Orchestra
planet shoes tiptoeing
in cadences known to the mourning cloaks
their soft landings on spread petals
teach infinite lessons with splendid hot swishes
fan-tailing silently the unseen cricket kisses
rising and soaring like pepper tree phantoms
saying life is a slow dance in the moonlight
tall earring girl with perfume music blaring
penetrates the soft garden with red fantail kisses
turning the world around with splendid hot swishes
desperately embracing the pepper tree phantoms
planet shoes tiptoeing
Orchestra, .... Orchestra
Vivaldi's Strength!
Ocean To Ocean,
That Brings' Up,
.... Our Lead!
The deer and fawn come to the river,
To quench their thirst before others quiver.
The rising sun paints a dazzling view,
While rays dance softly, filtering through.
The mild wind whispers through leaves so green,
Serenading the deer in a tranquil scene.
With every note, they feel so alive,
In nature's embrace, together they thrive.
The deer looks back at the golden sphere,
Feeling renewed, as the light draws near.
Little birds chirp, big birds flap and soar,
Creating a symphony, nature's encore.
The trees sway gently, keeping time with grace,
Their leaves applaud in this sacred space.
While rivers hum along with a sweet refrain,
Flowing softly, echoing dawn's gain.
In this grand symphony, all life takes part,
As sunrise plays its music in every heart.
There
Is a rhythm
I could never get
Until then.
Onstage,
Watching the conductor, my page.
I was set on getting it
And I did-
And the conductor smiles
A smile so big it reaches to hell
And back.
Well,
I smile back
A smile so big
It reaches to the ends of the Earth.
And I play on
And I laugh
A laugh so sweet
That it makes flowers grow
Un-der-neath my seat.
And I laugh
A laugh so bitter
It waxes and wanes
And makes rats skitter.
And I crescendo my last and final thought.
Of whether to shift or whether to not.
And as the piece takes its final bow
I think about home
And the fields I plow
Fields of glass
And fields of stone.
Fields of brass
And fields alone.
But no,
Not here.
Friendship,
Family,
Call it what you will.
But even when they leave,
We are together, still.
Together in art,
Together in part,
Together we make
Something smart.
Orchestra
Strings
Say what you may,
Even when they graduate,
We'll find a way.
Each morning as I take a walk on Mother Earth not only am I excited by what I see
but I get to walk among her musicians playing their morning symphony.
After years and years of walking I’ve come to understand
how Mother Earth is the conductor and all her creations are her band.
From the wind that whistles through her trees
to the singing of her birds and the buzzing of her bees.
From her crickets who sing back-up while keeping out of sight
to her loud claps of thunder that sound like cymbals in the night.
From how her waves out in her ocean beat a rhythm on the shore
to the notes her raindrops make upon the rooftops
or as they dance upon her forest floor.
From the sound her snow makes floating down in winter
to her Autumn leaves that fall…
thanks to Mother Earth’s amazing orchestra…
I have heard them all.
And every walk on Mother Earth is as different as night and day…
because I never know which of her musicians will be coming out to play.
Which is why every morning I’m excited to hear
with what music Mother Earth will fill her air
to walk around and discover what sounds
her orchestra has waiting for me there.
The look; eyes dropped in mist
Punctuated with Cupid red hearts
The little notes, the love cards all ending with sweet forever undying love.
The touch, sending shocks and sparkles in the eyes;
Saying in non verbal syllable Morse code "love you".
The Music of Phil Collins, in a gentle streaking form piercing every resistance
Body, soul and heart all in one whole beautiful Love Orchestra.
In the middle of the night when the butterflies dance to the moon's song,
We're captivated by the beauty and symphony,
We're thrilled by the hues and rhythm,
We're entertained by nature's orchestra.
The celestial realm has opened its door to us,
The elements have felt the gloom that resides in our chambers,
They understand our sojourn in the shadows,
Hope arises in us as we flow in the rhythm.
The moon sings and the butterflies dance,
The site is beyond a glance,
Nightfall has brought us to another quarter,
It feels like dancing with the stars.
The music stops,
The butterflies go along a trail and disappear,
The moon dims its light,
We fight back our tears.
November 26, 2023.
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