Pavane Poems | Examples

On Crenshaw

on crenshaw 
carousing in cavernous cafes 
slicing into earthen skin
the meat dancers bring it to a boil
they murder the rug
they scrounge for earth worms
the fish head girls bob like sea birds
telephoning purple mermaids for a date 
they have no name tags and no flowers
they sing sad madrigals to the starfish 
they know this is the last pavane 
the final curtsy before night goes down
before morning arises under white sheets 
loosening the brain screws 
burning the instruction manuals
imbibing the nylon remonstrations
on crenshaw
a lonely woman croons 
an oozing torch song to the dirt people
they sit erect in a dark morgue 
chittering like insects
singing cool blues music to the meat dancers
they bring it to a boil 
with burgers bullets and beef cake 
genius guitar freak vivisects clawing time
he twangs his axe with a searing solo
he plays psychedelic lullabies to the dead 
his music torturing the earth worms

Rondo Round

valse valet      highland fling
viola fiddle
       music string
minuet 
     pavane rondeau
tripping lightly 
    to & fro

 dancing   fancy free
quick-step 
      & ladies excuse-me
fox trot &
     last waltz slow
holding close
    as passions grow

dance craze
jive  skip  hip-hop
twirl forward
       jump and stop
through the legs
         over  the back
to

rock 'n roll

La Ballerine Violette

Music of life, she alone, chooses.
Though a host others, think, she loses?


She tourjettes high, above life’s discords,
Leaps to Ravel’s melodious chords.


Loss and pain are her greatest gain.
Gratitude, raises her high above pain.


“Pavane for a Dead Princess”,how it moves her.
Adorned, in purple, in front of her gold, leafed mirror.!


Purple-satin toe shoes, tied around beautiful legs.
Her wish, to dance forever, of God, she begs!

              
                      2/2/2023

Forest Murmurs

Light makes lustrous the green of the leaves above;
Waving forest hands, calming gestures, luminous
Antidotes to stress. 
The movement of the air is no more than a cool breath,
Down here, amongst the ferns and boulders, 
Grey from lichen.
A sudden clapping of wings startles, as was the bird;
Yet stillness returns, save for distant voices,
The world without.
Thoughts slow, rumination gives way to contemplation;
Magically, the mind reaches into memory, to music,
Summoning soothing melodies.
Notes fall, in elegant cadence, onto the inner ear;
A joy-filled phrase brings the comfort of familiarity,
Remembered forest murmurings.
The crevices of the mind, recently obese with anxieties,
Fill instead with haunting rhythms, hungry for
Their healing balm.
Each step becomes a dance, a graceful pavane;
Sure footed, guided by the music, cushioned by 
The softness beneath.
Time slows, the moment lingers, reluctant to escape;
The music plays, filling body, soul and mind,
Bringing peace.

Dance Dance By Perchance

valse valet      highland fling
viola fiddle
       music string
minuet 
     pavane rondeau
tripping lightly 
    to & fro

 dancing   fancy free
quick-step 
      & ladies excuse-me
fox trot &
     last waltz slow
holding close
    as passions grow

dance craze
jive  skip  hip-hop
twirl forward
       jump and stop
through the legs
         over  the back
to

Teenage

Year Posted 2007

Free Verse Fever

2. Aria

Twain kindred souls start slow and reunite,
Same as lovers who split and then made up,
Though, twas a mere slow dance, a Pavane,
Taming a dance floor with their passive feet,
As Faure's piece fades, delayed music mix,

Next, a minuet by Beethoven in G Major, No 2,
Couples one hand clasped together both leads,
Men's other handheld scepters extend outward, 
While the ladies other handholds to their dresses,
As the tipsy tune plays like a Lawrence Welk Show.

Now a livelier pace quickens hearts and dancers alike,
For it is a waltz by Johann Strauss' Acceleration Waltz,
Stimulates even barstool occupant whose head swoon,
An ever do-nothing lethargic will enable them to move,
One-step two-step then turn and bow to your partners.

Lovers exchange worshipping lips more than small kisses,
As the orchestra prepares for their tune, rather off-tuned,
Nonetheless, a number by Puccini's Nessum Dorma sung,
Magically, breaths held, as his name was just announced,
The virtuoso, Luciano Pavarotti will sing that famous aria.


2020 January 11

Pavane In F-Sharp Minor

~~~~~T H E   B U T T E R F L Y   N E B U L A~~~~~


Gifted butterfly sails adrift amidst incredible harmony.


Date: 08/29/2019
www.howmanysyllables.com
575 = 17


***The entitled suggested background music to read to...

Happening 117 Ear Candy

hark
   is that 
   a thought...
yes..
once more
it
is
    there,
slowly
it
calls to me..
to
reflect,
to
consider..
perhaps
to inspire...
...maybe

inspired by clip of Ravel Pavane Infante

The Cell

they change the sheets 
once a week
the blue men pass in pairs			
matching cadence 
marking the hour		
staring into vacant eyes		
in four-square cells			
passing as if no one was there
but if eyes could grasp
there would be finger marks
around pencil necks

I only know what I can see			
between steel rods
and wired glass aglow
distorting figures like sides of beef
hanging in a meat locker
waiting to be drawn and quartered
into 5 lb. slabs
displayed in glass cases

inspected by schlubs 
slavering at the mouth
like ravenous dogs 
ready to rip into sinew and bone
sparing no mercy or expense
on trophies of the hunt

we mind the hours
silent and alone
awaiting a call
that never comes

the bell signals curfew							
night commands the hour
dreams begin their languorous pavane
and sounds die into the night

   — o soul					
       show me how to live
       before I die —

The Cell

they change the sheets 
once a week
the blue men pass in pairs			
marking the hour
matching cadence smartly 			
staring at vacant eyes		
in four-square cells			
passing as if no one was there
but if eyes could grasp
there would be fingerprints
around pencil necks

I only know what I can see			
between steel rods
and wired glass aglow
distorting figures like sides of beef
in a meat locker
waiting to be drawn and quartered
into 12 lb. slabs displayed in glass cases

inspected by schlubs 
slavering at the mouth
like ravenous dogs 
ready to rip into sinew and bone
like angry dogs
sparing no mercy or expense
on trophies of the hunt

we mind the hours
silent and alone
awaiting a call
that never comes

the bell signals curfew							
night commands the hour
dreams begin their languorous pavane
and sounds die into the night

   — o soul					
       show me how to live
       before I die —

On Receiving Contact On a Dating Website

Shall we dance

Shall we dance, Mystery Woman, shall we dance?
Shall we tango with words, slowly, to gently build
Some common understanding of each other’s
Rhythms of thought and being?

Shall we dance a pavane of polite conversation,
In orderly procession of statement and reply,
Point and counterpoint, graceful development
Of theme and variations?

Indeed. Let us dance. Let us waltz towards
Some decisive moment when the music resolves into
Assonance or dissonance, and the floor becomes
Crowded with swirling, twirling, dancers,
Or empties into hollow phantoms of memory.

Let us dance.

Raven and the Dove

Swinging in the pavane of love
Doves doze where ravens nest
And bells toll for sick and poor
For drifters and muggers
Jokers and jugglers
And ones who spot a dirty floor
They fly away eventually
Rejoice by chance they may
Maybe they’ll remember
When wings tomorrow fray
Oh, the bells sing for all that is
And all that isn't too
Oh, eternal bells ring for me
Chime through cracks in truth
Oh, when bells toll I never hide
From battery buzz above
Oh, bells ring for me and you
The raven and the dove

Pavane For My Dead Daughter

Pavane for my dead daughter
 
So Innocent
So Chaste
So young
Unfulfilled
 
She died in my arms in the courtyard
The courtyard of my villa in Spain
What had she done to deserve this?
What had I done?
 
Is there nothing  up THERE?
No Pity
No love
Above
 
How dare THEY preach of love?
My hatred knows no bounds
I’d crucify HIM once again
And again and again
 
I sit with her in my arms
In the courtyard
The courtyard of my villa in Spain
I’ll lead the sad Pavane
 
The sad processional dance
For my darling daughter
I am bereft
What had she done to deserve this?

Thy Dreams and Thy Passions

as he reads the
morning journals
tasting fresh coffee
while, listening
to Pavane
there i stood
this i
truly know,
that my
daddy loves
me so,
because he
sent me
all the way
to the
university
where i earned
all of my degrees
thus, a Rhodes Scholar
in academia
in following
all of thy dreams
all of thy passions
and i
love you
more, daddy

Flirty Dancing

valse,valet a,highland fling
viola,fiddle,music string;
minuet,pavane rondeau
tripping lightly to & fro.

flirty dancing,fancy free
quick-step and ladies excuse-me;
fox trot and last waltz slow,
holding close,as passions grow.

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