I freely admit I love classical music,
And please don't think me a snob
If I keep my composure
When I mention composers
As Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and Schumann,
And not Ludie, or Wolfie,
Or Petie, or Bob.
And a symphony simply cannot be enjoyed
At just any old time of the day.
I can't listen to them
Prior to seven p.m.,
And I don't mean to brag, but I couldn't be dragged
To a Wednesday or Saturday matinee
Of a ballet by Bizet or Massenet.
My taste in classical music, you see,
Is eclectic, but not meant to shock.
I choose Strauss for the schmaltz
Of a polka or waltz,
And Chopin is my dude when I crave an etude,
But I do tend to doze in my seat in the loge
Through an opera by Wagner…
Or more Offenbach.
Categories:
schumann, humor, music,
Form: Rhyme
We all hear Rachmaninov and Chopin
Plus Mozart, Brahms, Beethoven, and Schumann
But it’s unfair, I say
That no one will play
That great composer who’s just known as Stan
Categories:
schumann, music, silly,
Form: Limerick
Fire within bowels of earth,
stretch and yawn in bubbling mirth,
transforming every life form
by divine magnetism warm.
In as ordained we all rise,
ascending to heart’s surprise,
wherein flame of love is lit,
taking soul to the summit.
Vibration rise, gift of grace,
steadies heart, slows thought flow pace
and we respond in delight,
as bliss cascades day and night.
Schumann’s resonance risen,
lets us escape fear prison
but we must choose to be still,
upon which voids within fill.
There’s nothing we need to do,
save letting bliss beats renew,
taking us straight to heaven,
through body chakras seven.
Categories:
schumann, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
Musclan Cesar Cui
part Russo-French was he
A composer& critic voice
Schumann his favoured choice
Categories:
schumann, music, people,
Form: Clerihew
Composers Schumann husband&spouse
music filled their marital house
Clara an infant prodigy
Robert with musical urgency
Categories:
schumann, music, people,
Form: Clerihew
Mother Earth beheld
wonders man’s mind held,
of unvoiced intent
seeking soul’s ascent.
Our fervent cries heard,
Divine Mother stirred,
enlivening form
by bliss currents warm.
Heart is the centre
where bliss beats canter
but we dwell in mind,
gripped in ego’s bind.
Thus the boon bestowed
remains unused, stowed
deep in our heart’s cave,
bliss that sages rave.
Love gives us a shake
that we may awake
to it’s magnetism
within body prism.
Dance of innocence ~
Schumann’s resonance
rises that we feel,
bliss in full appeal.
21-September-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schumann_resonances
Categories:
schumann, science, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
Manipura chakra to jugular notch alive
Cognised by soma nectar dripping
Toroidal rapture in heart gripping
Entwining thus becoming a bliss hive
We look around; each follows their path
Energised by God’s grace omnipresent
As of yearning, flowing with the current
Each life breath received, holy sabbath
Schumann resonance rises; ascent’s inevitable
Myriad love hues enable bliss throbs to brew
Heart’s where they renew, like the morning dew
Oh holy lama, be to become thus, God’s miracle
30-January-2022
Categories:
schumann, spiritual,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The March equinox ushers spring
Mating urges to mammals brings
Nightingale melody sings
Greener is forest foliage
Eyes gleam, irrespective of age
As life reveals, a new page
Liken spring to inflowing breath
Free from clutches of winters death
Heavens shower hidden wealth
With Schumann resonance rising
In spring, hearts begin brightening
Play of nature, delighting
11-January-2021
Attention to detail poetry contest
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
Categories:
schumann, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Sweet dreams, to you, my precious child,
May you frolic in the meadow of a fairyland.—
Let angels keep your sleep beguiled,
As o'er your cradle doth the sandman softly stand.
Sweet dreams of golden elfin glades
Where the babble of a brook will sing a sleepy song, —
As round your bed float winged shades
To lullaby each slumbered hour the darkness long.
Sweet dreams, until the dawning break
Steals the night away with rosy gleams of beaming sun.—
Then you, my baby, will awake
To gladden days of treasured pleasures every one.
So soon a mourning dove will coo—
There I'll be with loving arms to hold you.
Sweet dreams, and never need you fear,
Blessed babe, for you shall always find me near.
Though happiness may come and go,
For tomorrow joy or sorrow in our fate could lie,
Just dream and grow, my child, to know
Always your mother everlastingly I will be biding by.
– Harley White
[Song lyrics to music of 'Trämerei' – by Robert Schumann, (1810–1856) ]
Categories:
schumann, angel, child, dream, emotions,
Form: Ballad
ROMANCE
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
A Sonata for piano perhaps
I wouldn’t have cared
But the music fit the girl
Flawless in dress
Hair not short not long middling
It swept just mildly over forehead and cheek
Cupable shoulders
And the rest?
Not a line not a curve too severe
She came at the same time each day
I strained to see her face.
But my view was taken just far enough away
The vision much in profile
I must revel in her stride
Not short not long deliberate
Just right
In a flight of fancy
With missing dimensions of the physical time and space
I decided she was form-in-isolation
A shape behind a scrim
Always coming
Always going
Leaving her ghost in wake
And the door would softly shut
A little space for dreaming
Then this same piece
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
(no matter)
Each day played with more polish
‘til at last it sounded perfect to me
I must know that which she played
Its name (lack of) haunted me
This was my excuse
My excuse for knocking on the door
Categories:
schumann, romancetime,
Form: Narrative
Jingle!
She has a bracelet on Hear it?
Jingle!
When she tells her friend how concert-hip she is it
Jingles!
Quaking little cupids. trolls and other creatures come together
and they
Jingle!
On the brighter side, she's taking off her hat,
but when she does it's tutti-forte
JINGLE!
I'm betting at the softest point of Weber's overture she'll
consult her program and it will
Jingle!
Oh, damn!
Jingle!
It's in my ears in my head like Robert Schumann
Jingle!
Get a grip The concertmaster has come on takes a bow
looks to see who makes a
Jingle!
The oboe sounds an A
Jingle!
The winds begin to tune
Jingle!
The brass have heard her song and laugh
Jingle!
Horns trumpets trombones give a mighty blast!
Jingle!
And here come the strings all 62 pull there bows
but still can hear that
Jingle!
Now at last her tintinnabulation's lost in thunderous
applause Maestro has come on
(Jingle)
I do believe he knows the lass
Jingle!
He throws to her a little bow a kiss
Jingle! Jingle! Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
Categories:
schumann, funny, life, music
Form: Free verse