Short Oboe Poems

listen to the dark, a symphony of oboe and bassoon


12/26/2017...

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I am an oasis,

an oboe,

an objet d’art,

an ocarina,

an abundant ocean;

I am the very air you breathe -

I am O....

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Of choirs so richly graced,
Or melodies endowed,
Other strains of new joys,
Oboe sounds so vibrate,
Oft played in symphonies. 
Orchestrating music
Once heard, not forgotten.
...

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My heart once beat for
           Picasso

screamed for the violin
          the cello
          the oboe
          the sax
         the drum

            Now
my heart rests in a box
       gift wrapped
          for you...

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There is no sweeter sound
than the music of thee
Because I play you, 
and you play me.

From your black wooden body
to your silver keys
I play you 
and you teach me.

You are my oboe,
I crow on your reed
Because I play my oboe
And my oboe plays me....

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the
    dance
         begins
trills
   here
        and
           there
fast
then
slow
         quick
          steps
           &waltz
             flow
round
&
around
oh
  to
    pause
for
  breath

Inspired by Marcello oboe concerto in D...

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Oboe
don't step on toes
in a way people knows.
No, no. Oboe semi-wails, moans,
alto reality, beauty, sometimes
scarce sense of order but deep sense
of vibe. Oboe don't step
on toes. Toes need
oboe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nancy Jones
5/31/12 or therabouts
"Sound of Emotion"...

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It might say I love you
In order to have you
Speechless
What makes love so
Spectacular 
Way more
More than
Craving to be
More than
Due to the realness
Of my desire
I see far beyond
Yesterday 
The now allow me
Look to tomorrow 
What then is more
Consistent than you...

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BORDEAUX & ESCARGOT



Slo
Tiptoe
Mistletoe
Bravissimo
Rainbow audio
Sappho & Romeo
Indigo scenario
Sublimo Michelangelo
Magnifico oboe adagio



AP:  3rd place 2020

Submitted on November 1, 2019 for contest RHYMING NONET sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 1ST...

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a flock of buntings
with
their 
majestic feathers glowing
red blue green and yellow
swarming through
the
joyful atmosphere
swirling back and forth
in every direction
like an accordian motion
rendition of Gabriel's Oboe
thus
we give God 
all the praises
lord
i extract
all my faith
from thee
for
thy will be done...

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i married my wife
february 29 2020, we
don't practice those pagan ritual that you
people have.
we love one another.
see ya'll give word to
certain things creating problems.
I married my wife on this day and 
we celebrate our time together
using this restriction to be creative
I loves this woman's mind
I loves this woman....

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sad notes from a lonely oboe

coupled with uplifting melodies from a violin

concert penetrates my mind

connecting with my heart

eyes closed, a musical mantra flows

at last, one with the universal consciousness

stress dispelled

new hope reborn

perceptions redefined


By Carolyn Devonshire
For Dr. Ram’s Music and Meditation Contest...

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The sun is fading slowly, drinks are on the tray  
Midsummer days are still, with skies of blue and white
The evening strawberries decline in cups of clay
Petunias heady smell spreads out tonight
It starts with mournful cry of gulls in twilight air
The overture of yours, that weeping chord!
Then comes a theme of oboe, I am there
To play for you, my love, the notes you must have heard.
...

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sHE STOOD PROUD
SMILING.
HER FACE AS
 BEAUTIFUL AS HER
STYLIST ALLOWED.
ONE SPOKE
i DON'T KNOW WHY,
 BUT IT IS jULY  IN 2024
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
THEN SHE SAID
IN HER NAITIVE TOUNGE
SOMETHING THAT PUZZED ME
SINCE. SHE SAID:
"ELLE PORTAIT UN
COSTUME DE CORPS
AUX TONS CHAIR:
AVES UNE CINQUIEME
BOUTEILLE DE LA
LIQUEUR GAY
SUR L'ETIQUETTE.
c'ETAIT JUSTE SUR
ELLE
SWIG - SWAGGLER!"...

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different drumbeats, separate Lives

he inhales the wind song

a static cling to yesterday

held in his heart until his melody fades

life, love, hope circle the drain

aging realist at one with his pain

love’s last aria

melancholy oboe resigns with setting sun
     
when two are no longer one 

chasm widens between haunting roars

tribal drums on opposite shores...

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He has a musical instrument
it plays in his head.

Oft it quack's like an oboe,
oft it moo's like a bassoon;
it's also a violin
dipped into darkness.

When he writes, infant angels
wail, demons bleat like lost lambs.
Orchestrations and variation
upon a common theme reiterate
and reply.
Each instrument
a different note on his piano.

Yes, he has a piano
it thumps, it drums,
sometimes it mews
like a gull riding a storm....

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WOODWIND DUET

The oboe and the clarinet went out one night for a curry.
The clarinet was short of cash but the oboe said, “Don’t worry,
I’ve had a couple of gigs this week, so I can afford to pay.”
The clarinet, “Thank you dear, I’ll pay another day.
They had a harmonious evening, the best one they’d had yet.
And later, when the bill came, the oboed for what clarinet. 

14th June 2021
Bite Size No. 7 contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier...

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