Short Musical Score Poems
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Is this Mozart's musical score
Or sonata of sounds I abhor?
I have a good ear
But I'd rather not hear
The loud notes composed when you snore
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
They claim that both my spouse and I snore.
Following the meal, there is a musical score.
Written: September 25, 2021
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M-ake not a noise,
E-levate not the decibel;
R-ight volume makes it good,
C-ry not a loud
Y-ell.
M-ake not a noise
O-f a deafening roar;
L-et the average sound sing
E-very sublime musical score.
R-umors have been flying that you have a golden voice;
O-n the fifteenth of January, make not a noise.
It’s not your lies
I can’t take
I can fashion those
making them
into a bouquet
of plastic or
better yet
fake flowers
it’s the fact that
you take me
for someone easy
with emotions
to be plucked
like strings
on a jazz bass
and used for chords
in your grand
musical score
Whit Howland © 2019
Your breath to my heart
Life flows once more
Your words resonate
Chords in this musical score
Your soul soft and pure
Untainted by this world
Your lips forming words
So long since heard
Your dreams reveal
What I have seen
Time given freely
Fulfill my dreams
Your hand held in mine
Friend in heart and word
For you alone I write
Every thought unheard
Stoic (Stephen)
“What is there to say? They are my friends. I would do it again, over and over — for I hate cruelty and intolerance.” Oskar Schlinder
LOST IN A SEA OF WAR
daringly intrepid,
dazzlingly, dizzily
protecting the poor,
the unarmed, the kids,
those lost in a sea
of war — Schindler
and his musical score,
outscoring the hate
that seemingly won’t abate
but for God steps into
the shoes of man
Kim Rodrigues © 2019