Short Conductor Poems
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The bows pull our strings
The pipe grants us wings
The conductor waves his baton
~ Our hearts fairly sing
Hamburg's Johannes Brahms
wrote lullabies sans any quams
Embarrassed by ny outward show
frustrated conductor as you may know
A music conductor in Manhattan
Had always kept his hat on.
One day he forgot
And believe it or not
He also sat on his baton
Gustav Mahler of Bohemia
broke the conventions of his era
Conductor /composer a genius indeed
even changed idenomination to succeed
Partakes in, not he, this perverse
An unnatural abhorrence
For the true, the good, the grandly fair.
Feigns, from this time's place absence!
Elusive prophet
while the bearer of good news
sings with the Angels
then flirts with society...
indistinct the conductor.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
a neglected yearning
orphaned, long before death
concealed in view
obscured to the world
a parting conductor; reflected
an isolated pair
left without
The conductor though the violin sound bad
Stepped on it, then suddenly got mad
He tossed it up high
It fell back from the sky
When crushed, he suddenly felt sad
There once were two lovers from Spain
Caught getting frisky on a train.
Sweaty and coiled,
Their passions embroiled,
While the conductor charged onlookers to remain.
IN TUNE
the flute in the front
whistles to her in the back
open-ear trumpet
the conductor has an eye
on the entire performance
12/14/2017
a great team leader
a conductor of an
orchestra
a composer;
composing the future
a perfect creator;
creating nature
a protagonist in
character
with an
extraordinary
charisma
A Waterfall
A Tropical Rain
A Hurricane
All a Symphony
Conducted by the Great Conductor
Tempo, Beat
Nature a Treat
To the ears
Nothing to fear
Perfect in all ways
Created in seven days
A Symphony
How fortunate to know
a chairwomen who sings.
One scrupulous in nature and
conductor of our being.
We the railings.
She the baluster.
For we know where we stand with her
ascending or descending.
Form:
You have to be super quiet Timmy whispered to Mac
Mac scrunched down, and sighed loud in his back
Resting away as they hit every clickety clickety clack.
Conductor noticed but was kind enough to turn his back.
Haiku
Notes of music
Fell into the ocean
Undulating
Haiku
Rain upon the sea
Softly lamented the loss
The conductor died.
Haiku
After great sorrow
Gigantic waves crash the shore
Disharmony
Start
a quick writhe,
copper crescendo.
You just refuse to corrode.
Stack
energy on to talent,
classic conductor
fit to steal
space.
Pacific Ocean is fiercely melodic and turquoise tonight
Her waves flowing as a ribbon, like a musical score
I stare into the horizon, seeing full moon work her magic
She is the conductor, orchestrating the tempo of the sea
Can I journey to perfection
On the rails of evolution
Or must I relinquish my ticket
To a Conductor unseen, and to me unknown?
Is the road upward
More slanted than downward
And can I know why
Before the end of the trip?
A composer of song from Rome
North Pennsylvania he was grown;
Bliss dying on the Pacific Express-
Man of sorrows,what a name
Phillip's words found eternal acclaim
Tribute to Phillip Bliss 1813-1876 singer,composer,conductor and hymn-writer
Runaway Train
Conductor No Brain
Off His Track
Didn't Look Back
Cargo Debris
Blowing In Breeze
Poor Boxcar Willie
Got Knocked Silly
Sam The Man
Was Simply Canned
I Did Yell
What The Hell
As the conductor lifts his baton to begin
my heartrate speeds up and the magic begins
as my fingers fly over the strings and my bow
glides as the music ebbs and flows through
the piece that was written and first performed
more than a hundred years before I was born.
Went to the orchestra tonight,
All had tails, and gowns to floor,
Distinctive sounds, sounded right.
Came the end, conductor on guard,
Lady’s cleavage focused on;
Conductor’s baton now quite hard
All’s well that bends well, saintly true,
While conductor’s trousers? Steadily grew.
The early Spring rain
pounded the crusty sleepers
from the All Seeing Eye of Dawn.
Like a conductor raising percussion instruments;
the rain song joined the cacophony of wind
and the crackling sound of Spring ice
sprung from it's earthen entrapment
rising mist like toward the heavens.
The palm trees exuberant
Swaying with others in harmony
As in an Orchestra, the conductor
Nature itself pulling the strings
Music by the wind and the rain
All hailing the dawning of the
new season
Nature's cycle turns full circle.
It's the raining season in South
Eastern Nigeria.
I am a sucker for musicals
A vexation for I neither sing or dance well.
They are my favorite form of entertainment
Possibly because I also cannot
play the flute, piano, saxophone
or be a conductor or a choreographer
Musicals or uplifting and delightful tome
in spite of my obvious limitations