Short Instrumental Poems
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Music - melody
Universal attraction.
Songs in symphony.
Instrumental and vocal.
Creation of sonata
Instrumental sound
rhythm of musical beat with
sweet voice meaning song
God 's angels
come in singing some
wonderful chorus for him.
Adorable instrumental musics
strengthen in the journey to become
one of the commander - in - chief powers.
He’s Paul Mauriat.
Leading a French orchestra,
he had a hit song.
It was titled “Love Is Blue”,
an instrumental for you.
By Robert Pettit for “Blue” contest sponsored by Francine Roberts
Melodies pulsing through my soul
Undulating symphony of rock and roll
Strumming rhythms.. electric heat
Instrumental with a jazzy beat
Chords and lyrics.. Microphones
~~Bring delicious wiggles to my bones.
If love had a name
it would be yours,
if your walk was a symphony
I would write instrumental scores
If your beauty had a price
I would gladly pay,
and if the night befell you
I would beg for another day.
Verse, refrain.
Chorus and cowbell.
Verse, refrain.
Chorus, and cowbell.
Bridge.
Verse, refrain.
Chorus, more cowbell.
Instrumental bridge.
Drum solo.
Verse, refrain.
Even more cowbell.
Fade out.
Applause.
lift
your head
just
there,
be assured
only
a few steps
more,
you
can..
make it,
you
know
it's
possible..
now
penned listening to instrumental clip of Moon River
Life can be a symphonic bonanza,
A philharmonic extravaganza,
A choral sunrise,
And an orchestrated surprise,
A conducted ecstasy,
An instrumental epiphany,
These are the peccadilloes of life,
The crescendo of my eternity.
Picking and choosing,
really? That’s not how it works.
All or nothing isn’t easy,
create that mindset now!
Twice as instrumental
in the execution of exquisite,
champions challenge themselves.
Eroding calluses with their will.
coffee cat café....
calm jazz...morning piano...
smooth chill out music...
instrumental time...
classical...relaxation..
concentration...now...
work pleasure or sleep
a background...out of the way...
cello and soft sax...
stan sand
Philosophy loves looking
Pondering of none but the mystery
That--
Wholesome loving--
Be wholly bolstering
Growth is dying at greater lighting,
O' grandiose
Instrumental Melody:
As stars' gleaming squandering
Therein--restful bedazzling.
Ludwig van Beethoven raised music to the plane of art
The power of his composition conveyed the cadence of heart
Fused vocal and instrumental melodies in Ninth Symphony unique
Struggled heroically with deafness though life turned silently bleak.
"The mimicry of music is dance"
“Instrumental music persistently always refers to time, makes comparison with time or
makes reference with or to time”
“To musicians letters become musical notes and words musical sounds”
"To musicians sounds become templates"
Form:
I wished to dream in advance
love
those tides rising and falling
something to it
forever instrumental
unfolding beauty like flowers
and more
I wished to keep mine
even when there is a storm
for it can be and should be
and supposed to after all
it was not deemed
to wear.
A country boy inherited a fiddle,
he bought a banjo -
never played a note.
His skinny wife
could clog-dance up a storm.
A travelling accordion player
beguiled her
with his beautiful instrument.
He burned the fiddle and banjo.
Now the guy
listens to old-time music alone
on a wooden radio.
Saxophone solo
Blowing like the wind through the valley so low
Niagara falls Waters falling calling the winds
Shark indicate Waters
Bugle trumpet reveling
Fish emotional streams
Like a symphony my emotions flow like a river stream
11/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
hippies were on the right path.
They wanted people to love each other.
Of course being mean to soldiers was wrong.
And following cult leaders is never okay.
But they had the love part right.
They were trusting and open.
And their clothes were instrumental
in allowing fashion to be punky and fun.
Heaven’s orchestra.
The concert begins.
Symphony played.
Instrumental composition,
Springs violins sounds,
Trumpets call,
The earth rejoices.
Woodwind blows,
Tempo vibrating love.
Dawn chorus! Awakens,
Clashing cymbals,
Bluebells chime.
Beats with poetic rhythm.
The audience watch.
As crescendo of colour,
Blooms.
Wendy Jae
Promiscuous shadows haunt the night
Forging their maps by day
Passing through the ethereal unseen
Lunging lurid luscious
Empires of sadistic interludes teach verse
In exchange for tempered instrumental falsetto
How can the night be so quiet?
In your city, on your street
Inside
Without warning.
A dog barks and out bursts
The answer.
Found in space
possible sighting
worthy of closeup
change of course
wonder on the horizon
a balanced theme
an event of sorts
natural or not
a peculiar thing
mayhaps instrumental
tis unfortunate
no contact
be it but a scene
a wallpaper
our viewing point
seems war-like
set course for home
nothing here but shadows.
Do you see it?
can you see my swag?
feed off it!
come, dance the shag.
Do you see me?
Clean.
posted,
checking out the scene.
Do you see me?
Wearing green,
cocky,
with a full head of steam??
Do you see it?
Can you see the look
of my smooth instrumental.
Listen,
here comes the hook.
Do you hear it???
Jared Pickett
11/20/09
Asavvy1
Reflections
Songs Not worded or versed
Pure instrumental voice
Peaceful and soothing
Listening
Mild and calm contemplating
Reflective and serene
Like the past scenes
Developing
the repetitive beating
ongoing melody
subtle innuendos
Producing
Improvising therapeutic
And joyous melt
the gift of a song
W t Bacon
a poem inspired by easy listening jazz and poltics
Each and Every Vicissitude
How about this for a short one?
What should be instrumental and we include?
In all of life and each and every vicissitude
Which by you were included and expected
But people like Trump I stand corrected.
Jim Horn
August 27th, 2016 is our fiftieth wedding
anniversary and my Poetry Soup Premium
Membership is running out. Do not have
the money to extend it.
All of our customer representatives are busy.
That is all those recorded messages say to me.
They put me on hold, and I have to wait.
I hear instrumental music I can easily hate.
"Moonlight Sonata" by an electrical band.
Having to hear that stuff I cannot stand.
Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, maybe more.
Somebody answer my call, I implore.
Forget it, I cannot take anymore!