Short Minstrel Poems
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Wily fraudster of the thicket,
feathered minstrel of the garden.
The mimic master of pilfered music,
the avian clown brings joy
with echo of tunes, not owning.
Halo of hallowed air
rising from six strings
walk over my bridge
minstrel minaret
magnified maple
ovate oak
viral wings
open in harpischords
playing archangelic
a myriad
of elphins
dancing
Wily fraudster of thicket,
O mimic master, you‘re deft.
Proud of every pilfered note,
avian clown, you bring joy
with echoed tunes, not owning.
Feathered minstrel of garden,
you allure with borrowed hymn.
fought back those sullen tears
brow to big
to get ahead of the plan
the wandering hand
in the brigade of man
a happy tune loosed in June
the pull of my heart
to light the spark
a mellow choice
to ask the world to rejoice
Virtue when expressive,
deafens bad intention
Its voice to live beyond,
excuses and retort
A minstrel plays a song unsung,
as sages rise to dance
All words rephrased in lyric tones
—the devil mute and gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
In the covert rendezvous of reality
My heart habs motionlessly.
Tranquilly, yet peace-less
In the very art of loneliness
I crave for a minstrel
Endowed with mastery of the timbrel
Cunningly curing the blisters of emotion
And poking my pox of dissatisfaction.
Form:
Were you invited
into Zion
Or have a ticket
in advance
Have the doors
for you reopened
Is your history
fit to chant
The torches glow
in sequence
When you make your
entry plain
A hymn sung by
a minstrel Sage
Your welcoming
—refrain
(1st Book Of Prayers: November, 2023)
black boned, minstrel faced
leaves broken with ice,
veined as a frosted puppet;
neither old nor new, but changed
and leaving, the cold makes
me stamp and circle in rage;
I can`t stand the weight, stand the weight...
Music is the highest art,
eternity its host
Time enraptured note by note,
transcendence dose by dose
Calling out and drawing in,
beyond all paint and stone
The minstrel frees the poet’s words
—and drives the feelings home
(Listening To Bohemian Rhapsody: September, 2021)
Heard the news today
about Mr. Havens
He left this mortal coil yesterday
I remember his "Minstrel From Gault"well
I thrilled when I heard "Man came down from "Sinai Mountain"
He was a terrific guitarist
with his own unique approach to the instrument
"Gone from the Earth to a Better Land I Know"
I loved to play 'Cowboys and Indians'
My favorite book was 'Little Fat Policeman'
I really enjoyed a good minstrel show
Desi Arnaz Jr's accent made my laughter grow
Today I'd be a fat-shaming racist
who culturally misappropriates to boot
Back then I was just another 'normal kid'
in his designer white-privilege suit
You open my heart with a knife and left me to bleed all night
The wound is so deep but you left me screaming on the street
Daylight found me on the street side and my heart was alive for a hundred
and ten seconds and I Felt destiny holding my hand
And the minstrel appears out of nowhere and parade through the street
and I could hear their spirit weep.
I will not go.
I will not join your great house of sovereignty.
Whose aborted virtues rendered our minds comatose.
Our souls now hidden behind decadent faces veiled with smiles and gestures.
And so we dance...
With mechanical blithe and a minstrel show festive.
A bartering of time.
A spinning of yarn.
With no reward for wasting the dawn.
Chente—mi amigo, compadre, hermano
Troubadour of our pain untold
Minstrel of our abandoned souls
Keeper of our traditions bold
So loved by La Virgen de Guadalupe
That she took you on Her day
Now heaven’s honored balladeer
For Her now, you may play
You leave us with our sorrow
Our inconsolable despair
So, with a soft prayer on our lips
We plead—Volver! Volver!
The marionette spun and danced to the sound
played by the weary and weathered banjo man.
She staggered with jerky leap and stuttered bound
that thrilled the children as only a doll can.
Her wish as she was thread about and around
was that she were real and her own moves could plan.
Sad were her eyes as she schemed and dreamed to know
the world outside this traveling minstrel show.
Walk Like A Warrior
Talk Like A Knight
Battle Like A Gladiator
To Do What Is Right
Sing Like A Minstrel
Beat Like A Heart
Be Deep As A Well
Of Secrets Drawn – Apart
Rise Like The Sky
Play Like Youth
Take As The Eye
Seek As Truth
Write Like A Poet
Beam Like The Moon
Show It Like A Sunset
Offer It Like A Spoon
Watch Like A Guard
Warn Like A Sword
Praise As A Bard
And Love… Like ‘The Lord’
Fragile petals for your feet strewn across Earth’s lawn,
Miniscule sacrifices bleed from your minstrel pawn,
Would that nature’s silver starred celestial corridor,
Guide this pawn to Your supernatural golden shore,
Your milky galaxy draws me on this nightly walk,
Lifts me higher … pulls me .. To Thee my Rock..
Ahh beauty! It’s time to walk back to my house alone,
One day, I’ll keep on walking with You .. to my home.
The words in the melody
the words on the page
Related but different
the Minstrel and Sage
The music recaptures
what ink only starts
As harmony sings
from an angelic heart
A phrase and a lyric
as cousins relate
Too distant for brothers
too close in their fate
One soul with two masters
each fighting to gain
Your soul ever after
—your spirit to claim
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
HAIKU STRAINS 4
Modern shoppes
Bayfront attractions;
Window shopping spree
~~~~~~~~~
Midnight nocturne
Window view moments;
Bedtime distraction
~~~~~~~~~
Music seeps
Through front door;
Passing minstrel vagabond
~~~~~~~~~
Easy escapade
Scented lemongrass;
Spa massage
~~~~~~~~~
Fond company
Old lovers sit quietly;
Calm charms crisp
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 July 2015
Singapore
The days of May were wrapped around my finger.
Love settled in as though it meant to stay,
Exacting joy as if pressed through a wringer.
The days of May.
In June and July love went a bit astray,
Living as a strolling minstrel singer.
Gone was the sweet contentment of our May.
Then as the cold winter days would linger
Love sought the warmth of that sweet early day
Before it tried that reckless time as swinger.
The days of May.
The eye wanders, warily, unfocused
Troubadours, lost, seeking poetic pen
Magical wand finding no hocus pocus
Minstrel, languishing, no verses to lend
Barbs squandered, set aside as precocious
Tragic? …No common, now take a new spin
Through the mist of appreciated rhymes
Poetic stanzas now dare to cross lines
© Debra Squyres ( 8-20-14)
Written for: Nette’s “Through the Mist” members contest
Using the form “ottava rima” for the first time.
He carries the love of the generations,
A performer accomplishes that,
Chosen by God to sing beautiful songs,
A minister of song,
I love the hikes and mountain trails,
Picnics on the mountainside,
You love his manner with humans,
What a miracle and blessing from God,
He is a minstrel of the Lord,
Christmas reverent and holy,
Blessed by the pines and spruces,
The chalet warm and welcoming when the day is complete,
Author; Gwen von Erlach Schutz
caged mercilessly
gold-crested minstrel from hills...
kept mimicking chants
March 14, 2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllables checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
On these minstrel travels
sanity unravels
while squinting through arrays,
melting from the notion
that love shares brave potion
to set free souls ablaze.
Calliope dirges
punctuate these urges
with each body that drops
along this hallowed ground
on orders from those crowned
lords of enduring props.
Vanquished souls shall arise
to lift lies from the guise
righting flagrant error
since liberty calls out
to shred all sense of doubt:
candor is not terror.
The season of the
seder
is
almost
upon
us
We will be filled with joy
when we imbibe
the four cups of wine
The mighty Red Sea
parted for Moses and the Israelites
as they move forward
with their plans
The late, lamented
Richie Havens
sang of Sinai in his
"Minstrel from Gault"
This year we once more
are thankful
for the Passover meal
and yes , we will take joy in
our delivery from forces which
are intended to destroy us