Short Harmonically Poems

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Premium Member -B R A S S I S T A-

vibrating
        embouchure
harmonically
inter-
          facing
metal
  with
     flesh
in
resplendent
    fanfares
Form: Didactic


Serenity

Listen to the water
as it flows harmonically
over rocks methodically
I'm in a symphony.
In the mist of mother natures 
grandest imagery.


Jared Pickett
10/24/09
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Musical IQ

Sometimes
they reason
sometimes
they don’t

The meaning
implicit
or lost
in the notes  

Sonically
free
of all
cogency found

Truth
in the melody
harmonically 
— sound 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Analogy's Integrity

My roots of humane dignity
seem truest found
in organic life integrity.

So too, roots of social liberty for all 
listening empathetically
seem most harmonically embedded
in Earth's co-gravitating ball

Of health power 
multicultural
for expanding polycultural
co-passions 
analogically integral.

Saxumpet

Charlie and Louis
John and Miles
Bebop to Modal
Two different styles

Soul passions blowing
Harmonically through horns
Notes and chords flowing
One world and two forms

Two different times
Pioneering colossal movements
Mind-blowing lines
Luminating transitional attunements

Woodwind to brass
Saxing  and trumpeting
Sweet music long last
Four sultans  jazzing
Form: Rhyme


Moody Black's People

surrounded by incredibly 
talented 
oracular 
spectacular individuals
bonded by word 
spoken
yet  heard to the third....
Power!
awake 
within the stillness
this hour 
harmonically invested
spiritual benevolence 
fuels their army of relevance
  
the rarest  people you'll meet
standing up for freedom
feet to the street 
sharing their fearless soul
with body and mind aligned
complete
in control

*(dedicated to Moody Black's Upstate S.C. Poetry team, and Dr. Richard Moss)

Premium Member Madness Cannot Sing

Your head is a living forest 
          full of songbirds.
               ~E.E. Cummings

The songbirds in my head
are chirping melodically,
and unlike the voices
the birds make no demands.

The voices want me dead
chanting evil plans rhapsodically,
but trilling birds notate a different choice
toward a path to other lands.

Lands where voices can be shed,
lands wherein I dwell harmonically,
lands where psyche can rejoice
without annoying ampersands!
Form: Rhyme

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