Satie Poems | Examples

when we’ll fall, my love,

…when we’ll fall, my love,

let’s fall
on the water face,
so,
we can draw circles, like
raindrops,
without a compass


…when we’ll fall, my love,
let’s fall
on the water face,
so,
we can draw circles, like
raindrops,
without a compass

SATIE the music

the avant-garde
eccentric & peculiar
 gnossienne at  gymonpedie
 of the pregnant pause.
      stark…simple
without pretence…
sounds…
..then…silence.
 measuring
moments
.frozen pieces
In
the
particular In
The
   wonder 
revolvea
 in
all directions…

a
prolongment
of self…
  limp..lonely..lost….then
instantaneous….
 picturesque preludes… 
I open my mind, 
notice..
& respond

Satie a Tribute

Satie tribute. 

The music
                  plays
sounds
  then silence
in
a pregnant pause

in each
              space
I
    day dream
                          I
                          am
a child again
              on a swing

push
          pause
                as I swing
push
        pause
                as I swing
back
            and
                    forth
push
            then
                      pause
in
a
        reverie
                      of
                      thoughts
higher
          higher
                    back
                    and
                    forth
push
          and pause
the
        music
                  plays
on

I stay
        in
              yesterday

Ekphrasis Snapshot Satie

minimalist miniatures
listen to the pause -
 silence is golden

The First One

We'll have to choose, dear,
 we shall choose not between the colors of the sky or 
the earth,
religion and God,

We must pick it up, dear; we must
pick
not the stars of the night, nor the flowers of the day,
secretly, my darling, secretly
we shall
extract this tear from the past that never left
and  didn't even start like a lightning
without death
and no answer, we shall, my  dear
begin with ”the end,” like on the big set of paramount pictures,
let's put this spiky cat on the wall
and return, free and happy, like the first people, 
ladybug,
Carry me on your palms, darling
i'll hold you close to my chest like an armful of dry branches
good for fire

Clerihew Satie

Alfred Leslie Erik Satie 
with musicak  dissonance so free
Once was all the rage 
conveying the genre to John Cage

No Mind Today

Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,

The Onion

the onion in father's hands didn't have time to cry,
with his fist punched it on the corner of the table, spread salt and 
ate it with sheep's cheese,
(like the builders of the pyramids, my dad was paid in onions)

the onion in my mother's hands was sweet and made many leaves,
spring of spring she shared it throughout the village,
people were wondering: how does not bring tears, 


every time I have an onion in my hand I think,
 to clean it with my hands,
 cut it with a knife, or 
punch with a fist, 

the onion in my hands 
is waiting

Satie In a Cage

ensnared
     abandoned
        to the tempest
eternity fades
disarmed
            by imagination

in the depth
              of solitude
empty regrets
disappear
tranquility
         is expressed
                 in sighs

in my mind
     dreaming
         in this quiet
notes
stream
      in continuous
             contentment

stay awhile
                  listen
thoughts on hold
await the pause
                    suspended

emotions
          of
              calm
                reverie
repeat
revolve
          in circles
intervals
repeat
&
repeat
        then
               appear

               appear

Under the Moon

My mind’s eye preoccupation,
I am captive to my guiding light,
the source of all my equivocal  influences.

Erik Satie under the moon,
Shadowy contours
against a nocturnal silver sky,  
my subliminal ambient impressionism.

I am walking a shrouded path,
trudging  through murky ponds
where I find the silhouette 
of cattails swaying against the moon.

Here, I inhale 
the night wind bouquet 
from which the violet violins 
play through all my dreams.

Published: PS: It's Still Poetry January 2022

Contrarian Chords Another Satie Tribute

bizarre beauty
subtle&
          slow
evoking
     the visual
       in intervals
                of
                   silence
on the cusp
of melody

ambiance
          bespoke&synchronised
         musique
       de furniture
         gentle&repetitive

strange
         sounds
             exposed
in
   a
     toned
         atmosphere
complementary
with
a sense
          of calm
             in the surreal
                     &absurd

effortlessly
unified
      in a minimalist
                      tapestry

neutralized
            melody
     chaotically
                        created
pathos
     laden
           in a collage
                of
eccentricity

Satie Miniatures

alone
     for a moment
measuring sound
frozen
       pieces
in a particular
               way

I wonder
      about myself
relax
as in  childish
                  dream
revolve
    in all directions
limp
lonely
lost

then
      instantaneously
I open
        my mind
to a
       picturesque
                prelude
& respond &
                  notice
steps
     of sound

a picture 
     between a
                    chord
quiet intervals
ongoing
sadness
      in
         melancholia

on hold
     calm descends
the pause
       progresses
in my minds
                 eye
in
intervals
     twixt&tween
minimal
meditations

a reverie
         of thoughts
on a swing
            back&forth
             I stay
in yesterday
          ....waiting
holding
        silence
..listen..
          to the pause
in anticipation
of
minimal miniatures
that
      haunt
            &
               dwell

Satie An Ekphrasis

listen to the pause - silence is golden

A abstract ekphrasis tribute to Erik Satie piano style

Minimal Meditations of Satie

exemplar
      and avatar
idiosyncretique
avant garde
eccentric-
minimal meditations
between still points

Satie Phrasis Recited

SATIE PHRASIS 
Alone for a moment, measuring
sound….Frozen pieces…. in a
particular way,to wonder about
myself.To relax for hours as in
a childish dream…. and revolve in
all directions…this prolongment
of self…limp..lonely..lost….then
instantaneous….three pieces in form
with picturesque preludes… 
I open my mind, notice..and respond


Translated from Satie musical directions and titles

Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro

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