Short Chopin Poems
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Gabriel Urbain Faure
with intimate pieces to play
Heir to Schubert & Chopin they of of him
especially moved by his Requiem
Sans a symphony
And no opera for for he,
Each day he would play
His pianoforte,
Note perfectio his only way.
Tribute to Chopin
Pianist's fingers trill the room
while the ghosts of Liszt and Chopin loom
For entry to competition on The Piano for Rick Parise competition
A tenant farmer strummed one note
That some would argue Chopin wrote
Neighbours heard that sound
And plowed up his ground
Monotony sure got their goat!
Proud sound, soft tracks of voices burned
taming crude souls their virtue earned.
Inspired from the ''Pianist'', scene of Ballade No.1 in G minor Op.23 - Chopin.
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
Pianist who is blind
Performs at train station
Pressing keys to play a
Perfect piece from Chopin
People were moved to tears
Piano prodigy
Played Bach for the new king!
My feet could not reach the pedals, yet
I read music at five years old
I played in competitions
I practiced everyday
I loved Classical
Chopin, Mozart
Piano
Still Play
Now.
©Holly P. Moore
November 2012
Winter Peace
An old branch brushing against the eve
Rhythm of rain on the window
Wood burning low in the fire
Chopin soothing the soul
Memories awake
Soup simmering
Love’s own hand
Safe now
Home
what is this
a surprise?
a welcome
return:
my heart
flutters
in
anticipation
joy
wells
within,
overflows
in tears
drowns
the past..
with love
inspired by clip of Chopin no 2 op31
To breathe is constricting
to walk is now strained
My passion is boundless
My power has waned
The music demands
that I keep up the pace
so much to do,
when I look at your face
I see hope rekindle
I feel I can try
to put down this opus,
this work,
ere I die.
Listen to poem:
~~~~T H E W I T C H ' S H E A D N E B U L A E~~~~~
The Canadien Seal Hunt by The Humane Society
Warmingly, a seal
pup, heedlessly, greets strangers
who clubbed it to death.
Date: 08/30/2019
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***Entitled suggested background music for reading
quietly
tenderness
descends:
peacefulness
arrives
and stays,
interludes
languish,
surround
my whole
being,
fill it with
contentment
and
shalom
Words whilst listening to YouTube clip Chopin Nocturn Op 2
Serenade me with Chopin
As you and the piano become one.
As his nimble fingers skim the keys
His music permeates my soul.
The subtle notes start tentatively
....soon building to a crescendo.
The air is filled with happy notes
... I feel your smile come through the keys.
* not for the contest
it
is
so
peaceful..
nothing
is
moving,
no
noise
no
sound
just
my beating heart
and
your breathing
so
close
to me..
will
you stay
or leave...?
please
say
Inspired by Chopin nocturne in E flat clip
Attended a poetry reading
on a cold day
in Gotham
A pianist played Chopin Scarlatti and Debussy
Heard a lecture about Anti - Facist poets
of the 1940's
Along with other poets
and a humorous piece about Trump
I got up and read my verse
Six poems to some applause
Read a limerick that I wrote
about Middle Earth
All in all a nice day!
THE kiss of cold
--ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter's road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I'm told
kissing my footfalls
------------as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
Lovely ebony and ivory
Together in harmony
Packed in wood
Sounds so so good
But before melodies can be heard
There must be a pair that are unencumbered
Yes
A talented two
Definitely will do
Gifted fingers that are light and feathery
Swiftly across the keys, rendering a sweet
melody
Chopin and Tyner are gently on my mind
Beautifully tickling the keys, oh so sublime
Black moon... It is my heart...
Shards of night pierce my tearing eyes...
Her scent still looms like tiny flowers drifting in the summer wind...
Chopin plays softly from the corridor, as grief grabs my hand...
It gently touches the funeral wreaths and flowers ever so numbly...
My world is black without her...
I am but a vacancy in a dark suit...
Black moon... It is my heart...
(Chopin's Ghost)
THE kiss of cold
--ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter's road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as i walk alone
The cobble-path stones;
across the way as i walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul i hear
Chopin playing upon air.
My friend-soul i am told
kissing my footfalls
- - - _ - _--> as i go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
CHOPIN PHRASIS
O reverie,such enchantment a
well spring,from the mountain,
now,a sad river.My darling I
wanted what I have not ,to be
a bridgegroom,a handsome
lad, with your ring.Now out
of sight,merrymaking,and what
she likes..hark the Messenger…
they carry heavenly crosses and
…the leaves are falling.
From song titles of Chopin
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under the pen name ichthyschiro
Words soup
Day flames slow to bring down
Chopin off breath and love
For it
Guess for the guest to taste my best
Many many bowls of other which respectful delicious than me
Some of well wishers reply you miss the salt and pepper
But I have it in a pouch for them into my heart
And.....
Serve my loveable time to the
New flavor to all in poetrysoup well come
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
I thought to write you
a song today; my mind
still apt -- though my fingers
a bit too creaky...had the piano
tuned, but it did not make me
a Chopin. Decided then on
a heartfelt love poem -- went
into my Shakespeare persona...
then tried Elisabeth and Emily --
Dr. Seuss did not seem to carry
the same sentiment --
What the heck!~ a sincere hug
and kiss has worked for half
a century -- you always know
my intentions.
composer performer
complex & complicated
flamboyant frenzied
evocative
emotions
extolled exhibited
keyboard expressions
of
heartbreak
melancholy
made lyrically
aloud
genius marooned
in
innovation
inner tragedy telltale torments
transformed
romantic naivete
fortuitously fingered
in
nocturne&concerto
for us
when we look laugh & dream
~ A Chopin Prelude ~
A young lass by mistake downed a Quaalude
Removed her clothes, played a Chopin prelude
Male teacher at her peeked
Then she let out a shriek
"It's not lesson time ~ Are you ever rude!"
********
~ Yelp to the Rescue ~
Jeeves was driving Madame home in the fog
When he suddenly ran over a dog
The dog let out a yelp
A vet showed up to help
Limo's fine now he's put in a new cog