Short Bravura Poems
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A tenor tabby and alto calico
Sing with purr-fection in their bravura show
Feline mu-sic sublime
Divas right in their prime
Their serenade leaves your heart all aglow
10/23/22
BRAVURA
saved his dream
from
needless sacrifice
for
feelings
make demands
exertions of soul
will
inspire
to
drive intellect
beauty's imprint
cannot regulate
but
stimulate
an impulse
to
create
the permanent
MODULATION
an
echo
of awareness
preserved
&
surrounded
in
conscious
imagination
in
excerpts
of
inspiration
with
a sense
of
endless charm
&
bravura
elaboration
contemplated
meditatively
explored
then
exploited
highlighted
in
pathos
Bravura
Seja brava
hoje e sempre,
para criar um
um mundo
decente que
dê oportunidade
de trabalhar,
a cada pessoa,
que dê futuro
à juventude
e segurança
à velhice.
Acredite nisso
acredite em você
e lute bravamente
para faze mais e mais.
a pitch
of
intensity
inspired
parallel
affinities
particular
isolated
stimuli
preoccupied
sans
illusion
questing
originality
beyond
the
subconscious
bravura
of
the
inner
necessity
inspiration
awaits an
interlude
to flash
and sparkle,
an opportunity
for bravura
foreshadowed
in half-closed
eyes
an otherworldly
moment..
a prosaic
coda
now lives
Forte
A cada
amanhecer,
no palco
da vida,
Dona Dalva,
sua presença
é resistência,
é força,
é forte...,
Dona Dalva,
nas lutas
da vida,
bravura
demonstra
em cada instante,
Dona Dalva,
por Deus...
seja sempre
a guerreira,
a inspirar
a fazer
mais e mais.
Such a grand memory I set aside,
Passing time in the French bucolic countryside
Passing lazy days away
Sipping sweet, sweet wine.
Lifting spirits, jousting melancholic ways
Experience expunging naivete
The Louvre, or the opera
Blessing a bravura shrine
Seeking serenity, here and now,
I long to stay, this place mine
Preschooler mesmerized by The Prayer - angels sing.
La luce che tu dai
I pray we'll find your light
Nel cuore resterà
And hold it in our hearts
A ricordarci che
When stars go out each night
L'eterna stella sei
Songwriters: Carole Bayer Sager / David W. Foster
Fischer-Bocelli Bravura
sprightly vibrato
violins serenade
sage roses on stage
9/13/2021
...dedicated to Henryk Szernyk
Beauty grows with every bow stroke,
bravura beyond compare;
golden notes like dew drops falling
shimmer brightly in the air.
Like larks aloft they hover lightly,
soar like angels from on high;
bring honour to the Lord Almighty,
swell His praise through earth and sky.
'Glory, glory, in excelsis,'
with compelling artistry
he raises us to heaven for
a glimpse of immortality.
Time is that which you cannot flee
it flies faster as you grow gray;
what once was twig is now a tree;
grown tall and wild upon the brae.
You once moved faster than the wind,
the daring, dashing youth that flew;
and as to time itself; you grinned
it’s ticking, it meant naught to you.
Time now flies such as once you did
ten sunsets now do pass as one.
One last bravura from your id;
hope you enjoyed the flight, and fun.
The glorious end and her shaking beginning
The majestic night and the bravura morn
The dark night and the blue morn
December and January
Today tells a tale of yesterday
Today a retrospect of what it was
Break-up’s siamese, make-up
Child and mother
The egg and the fowl
The egg, oh the egg
The rain and the sun
I and we
Can I stand the tall test?
I, I! Like a ram charging
Can I stand the test?
For her patience is wild wild wait.
Centuries of creations,
a bravura of celestial fireworks,
masterstrokes exploited,
tides of events vying between
gelid cold or searing hot.
Mountains grew, valleys sunk
oceans divided and storms struck.
Dust, sand, dunes, soil, decomposition.
Then came life!
All was controlled and peaceful,
for God created all things good.
Alas, it was the calm before the storm,
for after man was born
all hell broke loose
And deadly fireworks never ceased.
Medo amigo,
Medo inimigo
Medo!
O medo é nosso aliado.
O medo é a energia que é conversível ao poder - o nosso poder.
O medo é amigo e inimigo; adversário e aliado.
Medo é doloroso.
O medo desafia.
O medo energiza os sentidos.
AH!
Na presença do medo,
nos tornamos alertas.
O medo é a afirmação dolorosa do ser humano.
O medo é a autoridade.
A nossa bravura não é apenas o enfrentamento de nossos medos.
Abrace o medo
abrace!
....on listening to Bach's Sonata No. 1,
performed by Henryk Szernyk
Beauty glows in every bow stroke,
bravura beyond compare;
golden notes like dew drops falling
shimmer brightly through the air.
Like larks aloft they hover lightly,
soar like angels from on high;
bring honor to the Lord Almighty,
swell His praise through earth and sky.
'Glory, glory, in excelsis,'
with compelling artistry
he raises us to heaven for
a glimpse of immortality.
....on listening to Bach's Sonata No. 1,
performed by Henryk Szernyk
Beauty glows in every bow stroke,
bravura beyond compare;
golden notes like dew drops falling
shimmer brightly through the air.
Like larks aloft they hover lightly,
soar like angels from on high;
bring honor to the Lord Almighty,
swell His praise through earth and sky.
'Glory, glory, in excelsis,'
with compelling artistry
he raises us to heaven for
a glimpse of immortality.
....on listening to Bach's Sonata No. 1,
performed by Henryk Szernyk
Beauty glows in every bow stroke,
bravura beyond compare;
golden notes like dew drops falling
shimmer brightly through the air.
Like larks aloft they hover lightly,
soar like angels from on high;
bring honour to the Lord Almighty,
swell His praise through earth and sky.
'Glory, glory, in excelsis,'
with compelling artistry
he raises us to heaven for
a glimpse of immortality.
....on listening to Bach's Sonata No. 1,
performed by Henryk Szernyk
Beauty glows in every bow stroke,
bravura beyond compare;
golden notes like dew drops falling
shimmer brightly through the air.
Like larks aloft they hover lightly,
soar like angels from on high;
bring honour to the Lord Almighty,
swell His praise through earth and sky.
'Glory, glory, in excelsis,'
with compelling artistry
he raises us to heaven for
a glimpse of immortality.
Sonata
....on listening to Bach's Sonata No. 1,
performed by Henryk Szernyk
Beauty glows in every bow stroke,
bravura beyond compare;
golden notes like dew drops falling
shimmer brightly through the air.
Like larks aloft they hover lightly,
soar like angels from on high;
bring honour to the Lord Almighty,
swell His praise through earth and sky.
'Glory, glory, in excelsis,'
with compelling artistry
he raises us to heaven for
a glimpse of immortality.