Short Adagio Poems
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was less in the folds
violins, please
you will find me in fields
of imaginary beauty
and this adagio
is reaching
it's crescendo
Serenade me with a vivace moan
A concert of love to call my own
A tender adagio, an expressive glance
Only you, my one true love, can entice me to dance
Strings build 'til they scream
The highest notes in two keys
A blazing sunset...
"Adagio for Strings" - Samuel Barber
(For my fellow classical music lover - Carrie Richards)
Wliless and while-most are
terms she wishes us to
believe are endearing
One poor who absolutely
Love while
One wealthy seems to understand
Me
Yet neither are the other
In definition
Wliless and while-most are
terms she wishes us to
believe are endearing
One poor who absolutely
Love while
One wealthy seems to understand
Me
Yet neither are the other
In definition
When you get to my old age of eighty-two
You and your doctor, dance a pas de deux
An entrée, an adagio
Dance like two buffaloes
Quite a pretty sight, worth a spleen or two
gently
awakening
half
dreaming
still
in
that
no man's
land
twixt
dream
&
reality
eye
wide
open...
now
engaged
Inspired by Vivaldi Autumn adagio
The ( _----------------;;;-------------_) presents
Genre One by Adagio
It brings to us to ask: what Genre are
You in?
Something to think about?
Lets live in photographs not yet taken,
memories lost in late winds,
wailing as the nightingale sings,
adagio, so slow...
and then no more.
My love,
Death is only the beginning,
because tonight our elegy is written.
there
there
not
here
there
lies
the
answer:
always
questions
queries
non-stop
each
day
it
begins
&never
to end
inspired by Mozart flute k620 adagio
Zig-zag mountain tips lay against the sky, marigold true.
They are sleeping giants waiting for the dawn.
As golden light seeps through
The blazing sun wakes adagio with a yawn.
Sun rays begin to unrest the peaks; a new day is in spawn.
so
softly
on
her
feet
waltzing
toward
me
bringing
that
aura
of
enchantent
so
endearing,
attraction
alive...
.....calling
me
inspired by Mendelsohn Quarto 2 Adagio
I whisper to the winter moon
in dialects of falling snow
the lyrics of my flurried rune.
I whisper to the winter moon
my wish for spring with blossoms strewn
piano and adagio.
I whisper to the winter moon
in dialects of falling snow.
White rain
Falling
Like grains of rice
Feather-like
And frozen
Innocent, born in a breath
Bare, the new will replace the death
Weightless
Thoughtless
Senseless
Cold
Clean
Nothing here grown
Nothing in between
Only Adagio
* * *
Newborn hair
sweeping the world aloud,
she moves easily,
frail fire.
and I've cast and will cast
the spectrum's of my reflections
in the element-
ed blink of thousands.
Slowly catching curves
with winding
through the one,
my only,
inexplicable
adagio.
These shadows lengthen evening,
virescent and plum in that certain solemnity.
Do not think twice about the unthinkable,
it is a slow slide to an uneasy finish.
That certain order of the oleander is never clear,
it is not death, but life we fear.
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you