Short Intone Poems
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Sounds make sense
through pitch and stress:
intone and pause..
...because...
One human breath..
...may..
limit and control
how we recite..
..aloud
Be careful with words you intone,
because words have lives of their own.
Words overblown, relayed on the phone,
words in harsh tones that jolt, stun and depose,
and shock us with what they disclose.
Sand of day
dust by night
men of clay
robbed of sight
bone to bone
dream asunder
violence intone
is it any wonder
we fight to no end
we lose despite
peace without defend
and at the end no respite
I sit in upright chair feet firm on ground
Hands held in form of prayer as I intone
Phrase taken from the Psalms, without a sound
‘My soul, wait silently for God alone.’
‘Communion’ here meaning ‘an act of sharing’
I wend my way
to Tamarisk Bay.
White sands glow
beyond the foe.
Amid pink trees
and whispered breeze
I hear the lilt
of haunting guilt
as pipes intone
a strangled moan
for sacred things
ripped from kings
while throngs gazed
at beauty razed
and cowered mute
when fear did suit.
The only way to cross eternity
is in a poem
Distance not measured in miles or years,
—epic ballads to intone
The light speed meteor will chase forever
the wake of verses flown
Where words fly silent and words fly deep,
—beyond a future heaven loaned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Blackened universe
sprinkled with centuries
alight in resplendent diamonds
veiled celestial archway
dancing against the velvet darkness
an endless sea of origination
a luminous heaven
vast in unknown desires
deep exhalation in the abyss
skies blanketed in wisdom
arrested beauty in light
I intone, in reverence
DUSK
Sadness surfaces at dusk
permeating sky
as gentle pitch of
birds intone
above evils shriek.
Lost leaves depart
lonely barren sticks
as winter chills its
mortal demise
and festers deep.
Panorama vestige steals
and defies the stroke
of the hand that lies
like feline eyes through
an eerie dusk
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
A Japanese stone garden
brass wind chimes,
little birds feeding,
fountain tinkling - the whole works.
I sit, empty my mind,
intone a low pitched Buddhist hymn
which scares the birds away.
The wind picks up,
chimes no longer tinkle -but loudly clang.
The fountain sprays itself
into my frowning face.
Frustrated,
now I can hardly hear myself
not-thinking.
An old man awaits
The promise of a new day
Slow fading away
Failing memories embrace
Cold embers of distant flames
Warming an old soul
As idle snow men shiver
Carolers intone
t’is the night before Christmas
©12/14/2022
Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
575 - 775 - 757
Spanish guitar music tape
murmuring hands on a lap
rises to cuddle a ringing tone
intone spanic delusional red rown
flamenco dancer in a paint'd gawn
canary islands inherited thrown
an a mild sadness in th' music rhyme
takes beyond thou memories line
to a place that's calm, gentle an fine
keeps your eyes open an kind
to finally get up an bind
a puff of wind of cherry rind
When you say, 'I've been there'
I know better
You never listened
you didn't hear
As you intone, 'I feel your pain'
I bite my tongue
You can't hurt in your mind
when you don't have a brain
O, that you'd listen to everything I have to say
O, that you'd analyze the details my way
You have two sound eyes, a pair of good ears too
~ Yet none are for me, they're only for you
The teddy bear sits all alone
On the shelf where he was thrown
Long ago by a child fair
Who no longer visits there
The little girl has grown
Each day watching on his own
Through his button eyes once sewn
At the bedroom door they stare
The teddy bear
How long he's waited is unknown
Since nursery rhymes she would intone
While rocking with him in her chair
With dolls tea parties they would share
The teddy bear
Nurtured into a budding bloom
My hands are busy, they start and soon
Shake with blue; white; doves intone
Bones, body brown with eyes that drone
Like tiny gashes sewn up by hand
Tempered temper: fueled and fanned
Dripping dew from simple soil
Bead and bend, like drops of oil
Slick, smooth and shadowed still,
Rush the ground like boulders fill
Forgotten craters; satyrs; round and then
Devil’s whittled son, left wooden red.
Form:
This is who I am; I achieve peace in simplicity.
No petulance in my kind heart but faithfulness.
This is who I am; I suppress sorrow from others.
And smiled notwithstanding my gentle sadness.
Also, love life, its sweetness, and its bitterness.
The lovely sky is all I desire, for my relish fullness.
And assign my life's rosy colors into poems.
I intone alike rare birds and dream over prowess.
On my way to river
With low- eyes, I turned around,
When you looked into my eyes-
Any lustre in my eyes shone!
Any smile!
Behold, the birds warble,
Behold wheat spikes
in the breeze, trembling,
Behold, like the dew,
on the grass, my heart,
Intone and shine.
On my way to river
When you looked into my eyes,
Hovering! my soul's bee around:
Do not shift your eyes, said!
Look at me again look.
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
winter serenade
winter serenade
frozen crystal melodies ~
red cardinal chants
leafless boughs sing out
arias of roaring storms ~
snowdrops harmonize
blasts of icy frost
chanting plaintive elegies ~
daphne flowers bloom
short days intone night
with a solstice lullaby ~
fir trees wear white stoles
shadows of springtime
creep into amber twilights ~
bears snore rhythmic dreams
1-18-23
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“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One
Birds are blessed apparently
They visit sublime landscapes
Enjoy nature with gusto
They intone without interval
Bother not for any approval
Lounge in the thick foliage
Make dins inviting mates
Their bliss reverberates in spring
Their jargons resonate at midnight
They keep alive the music of Nature
They are independent by nature
Bona fide melody masters in Nature
Place: 3 rd