Short Arpeggios Poems

arpeggios of murmured whispers...

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Violinists warming up
  Bees buzzing 'round

Flautists' arpeggios
  Waterfalls ascending

Drums rolling
  Thunder rumbling

As they all come together
  Harmony's sounds wash over me

Cornucopia of bliss ~ Nature's bounty...

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Both hands simultaneously
Depressing white key and black key
Fingertips
Arpeggios plucked string by string
Or six strings together strumming
Fingernails
"Pulling-off" or "hammering-on"
Up the neck for chord inversions
Fingerboards...

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When autumn days are short and sunlight disappears with hardly any warning or goodbye, I sit alone gazing through the window at the twilit sky, waiting for total darkness and my shifting mood. 

in the background
Chopin’s mournful arpeggios –
depths of melancholy

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Massaging the strings as droplets alight
Dewy nectar of the rainbow's sunlight
Angels' songs take wing -- faithfully
On earth mortals dance - in harmony

Harp notes tremble in graceful time
Arpeggios crescendo to nature's rhyme
Whilst the tempest gathers force high above
Toward its climax ~ a downpour of love...

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Music is the voice of the heart
Creating a wordless masterpiece,
A rainbow, a bouquet of unspoken love,
A prayer of thanksgiving,
An offering and sharing of ourselves.
Rippling arpeggios sweep ivory surface
Vibrant tapestry of color in sounds;
Vivid shimmer of shadowy sentences
Open my mind to the beauty of music....

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sitting back
straight properly
putting my
fingers in
a slight
arch

at
my
piano
slightly
peddling
a melody

throwing in
arpeggios
and even
the odd
pause
as if

to 
state
a period
of waiting
hesitating
as if to hold

the now
the then
forgotten
where fingers
fell but knowing
it was played in minor...

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How does it sound when Rimbaud rocks and Baudelaire has got the Blues? 
When Verlaine vibes to the beat and Apollinaire to arpeggios?
Bistro Bohème tries to answer these questions!
We are a French poetry band, all living together in the same Berlin flatshare. 

Please check us out on Spotify or YouTube :)

Love,
Bistro Bohème...

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Delusional scimitars
festive daggers
soft balalaika
captive sword ...
Mandolins,
hot nights
harps, wine
poison,...
dangers
daggers
Banjo and
boldness,
gypsy waltz,
ruby joy ...
I desire
of life,
The beauty,
arpeggios
Utopia...
the art
for art to fight ...
be craftsman
of delights
live life in
complete
Bohemia.........

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Gypsy heart
Delusional Scimitars
festive daggers
soft balalaika
captive sword ...
Mandolins,
hot nights
harps and wine
venom of passion, ...
dangers
daggers
Banjo and
boldness,
gypsy waltz,
jubilant joy ...
wish of
of life,
The beauty,
arpeggios
Utopia...
the art
for art to fight ...
be an artisan
of the delights
live life in
fully
Bohemia.........

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For Ilene Bauer

You’ll never hear a pangolin
play the violin or mandolin
for no pangolin is musical.
though the pangolin relies 
on arpeggios of scales 
unheard but hard as nails
to ward off hungry enemies –
a major key in its survival.

(P.S. One of its distinctions
is its meat tastes like chicken.
It's other, its scales used as medicine.
And if continued to be eaten
will sadly face extinction.)

...

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Shrieking and squawking, 
following prophets through uncharted waters, 
wailing in sustained arpeggios. 
He mimics constellations, blazing stars in rich profusion, 
pulling passion into focus with a dark yet supple tone. 

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies. 
Charting new boundaries of rhythm and rhyme, 
a new definition his legacy, growing with time....

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Shrieking and squawking, 
following prophets through uncharted waters, 
wailing in sustained arpeggios. 
He mimics constellations, blazing stars in rich profusion, 
pulling passion into focus with a dark yet supple tone. 

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies. 
Charting new boundaries of rhythm and rhyme, 
a new definition his legacy, growing with time....

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...dedicated to John Coltrane


Shrieking and squawking, 
following prophets through uncharted waters,
wailing in sustained arpeggios.
He mimics constellations, blazing stars in rich profusion, 
pulling passion into focus with dark, supple tones.

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies;
charting new boundaries of rhythm and rhyme, 
a new definition his legacy, growing with time....

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...for John Coltrane


Shrieking and squawking, following 
prophets through uncharted waters,
wailing in sustained arpeggios.
He mimics constellations, blazing stars
in rich profusion, pulling passion
into focus with a dark yet supple tone.

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies;
charting new boundaries of rhythm
and rhyme, a new definition
his legacy, growing with time....

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...for John Coltrane


Shrieking and squawking, following 
prophets through uncharted waters,
wailing in sustained arpeggios.
He mimics constellations, blazing stars
in rich profusion, pulling passion
into focus with a dark yet supple tone.

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies;
charting new boundaries of rhythm
and rhyme, a new definition
his legacy, growing with time....

Read More

...for John Coltrane


Shrieking and squawking, following 
prophets through uncharted waters,
wailing in sustained arpeggios.
He mimics constellations, blazing stars
in rich profusion, pulling passion
into focus with a dark yet supple tone.

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies;
charting new boundaries of rhythm
and rhyme, a new definition
his legacy, growing with time....

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You manage to sneak
your way into every line of every song,
every rise and fall of the volume,
every repetition of a phrase,
and once you’re there, I play your face
along with the arpeggios.
Your smile becomes a musical phrase,
your laugh becomes a giggle of drums,
your scent the smooth, seamless transition
between tracks. And when the album ends,
leaving me in silence, in lonely darkness,
I feel you in the bed next to me,
whispering my name....

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...dedicated to John Coltrane


Shrieking and squawking, following 
prophets through uncharted waters,
wailing in sustained arpeggios.
He mimics constellations, blazing stars
in rich profusion, pulling passion
into focus with a dark yet supple tone.

Religions and mythologies, 
screams of souls in harsh enslavement, 
sources for his stark doxologies;
charting new boundaries of rhythm
and rhyme, a new definition
his legacy, growing with time....

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Glissandos
with a twist of tangy lime
arpeggios
in starched cuffs and gleaming buttons
sparkle from the ivories
of a Baldwin baby grand
leaving the root notes
for the double bass to play

It's honey
in be-bop
pure rich amber honey
with a cinnamon stick
and a drop of syncopation
blending in soft beats
of a hi-hat
gentle brushes on a tom

A second round
of drinks arrives
as conversations hush
and candles flicker

Our new favorite diner
with smooth live jazz
on Wednesdays...

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