Short Octave Poems

Hertzian type waves
      seven degrees in series
               octave interval...

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october octave
seasonable spirit speaks
held by halloween

ghostly gibberish
a disembodied spirit
a spooky séance...

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Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”...

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Oasis, gem of dune
Outshines dreary desert.
Obscure mirage lost in 
Opulent tranquil trove,
Opens vista of vibe.
Octave of breeze pulsates	
On opalescent lake....

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The Piscean Age, at it's close,
Will overlapp, doubling the frequency,
..... as an Octave interval.
When this happens, a new Keynote is struck,
Then the beginning of a new World Age....

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When the morning lark has honed its  silver chirp,
a dream-like canvass floats into a higher octave,
setting passages alight with sun filled prospect as eternity dissolves its outer limbs....

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O-ctave
L-ines
G-ive
A-nother

D-elightful
E-xpression
L-etting
O-de
S-hare

R-apture
E-rasing
Y-our
E-vening
S-hadow

Topic: Birthday of Olga L. Delos Reyes (June 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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I'm just about deaf because of me wife,
Her very loud voice has caused all the strife,
It always goes up an octave or two
When she thinks I've made an incredible blue,
Trouble is I've been making mistakes all of me life....

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commanding chorale
	songbirds sitting scarlet red ~
		diatonic degree	

NB: diatonic - in music, any stepwise arrangement of the seven “natural” pitches (scale degrees) forming an octave without altering the established pattern of a key or mode....

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Go high my kite so right.
Seek thy sky flight, flow free.
Make thy way, find breeze light.
Take hold, wee prize, we see.
Tied tail needs airspace height.
Make sleek line tight, jolt me.
Please find wayout, gain space.
Show Lane they windswept grace....

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The tower’s high with striking chime
its clangor resonates.
With face of time now widely seen
clock’s scene thus viewed dictates.
Its dial white looks free of grime
new cleaning time awaits .
Loud presence yea with polished sheen
our day it regulates...

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Small iambic form named
Sonnet- is quite succinct
Scripted in fourteen lines
Sundered into three parts:
Stage- outlined in Octave
Sestet- four-line feedback
Summation- last two lines.


January 22, 2022

Contest: Your Choice 2022
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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get it right and make it right again
days say solo days say ah dew shi paco
ah dew she say ah vay dew!
Adagio Cadenza
Andante C
Dolce Fermata
Fortissimo Larghetto
Mofit Octave
Piu Semore
Sforzando Tonality
Resendo Adagi 
Oleoresin Madagascar
Noir Nickel...

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Every time you think you need to fill your mind's eye. 
The astigmatisms are misshapen and left follows right. 
A octave a slightly askewed. 
A sharp is high and rude. 
Fortune fountains explode empty then die, 
Subconscience that's conscience and both Darkness and in Light....

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I find everyone riding the acme of jubilance,
but weeping at their inflated gloominess
Thy lords have created everything,
yet every pneuma is suffering
If you watch closely,
there is so much satire in this tiny sphere,
Every leaf that breathes,
hides an ache deep underneath....

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Thread of love,
in each vibrato,
whispers.
A melancholy,
that disperse,
the colors,
of hers.

String of love,
in each octave,
played.
A monochrome,
that displayed,
the hues,
of hers.

Knot of love,
in each tempo,
echoes.
A melody,
that reels,
the feels,
of hers....

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The stillness of concert hall
vibrates with the sound of sonata,
the caressed ebony and ivory keys
unfold a tale of passion.

His ballerina fingers create
the ballet of sound,
melodic lilt dances 
with the rhythm of hearts.

The last octave silent,
he listens resonate 
in emotive ether eloquent…
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Thoughts, observance, awareness, meditation
Tis' ultimate power of concentration 
Hence! Still the mind and focalize
Hear the subtle serenade harmonize
All O' sudden, bang, burst, blast!
Firing through ye' full o' thought brain re·cast
Pulsating deep, bear'ng the design
Of God's heavenly collective mind shine...

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Children in the schoolyard pierce the sky with vital cheer.
Their joyful octave shouting wrecks the register.
Vernal offspring sounds wing and zoom like morning moths,
over Eiffel Tower challenges ahead.
Let us celebrate these golden moments short-lived though they are, as they cannot be recaptured once they're gone!...

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octave of forty words

Forty years - man and wife
long time friends celebrate life
on holiday, pure pleasure bound
four couples, eight countries found.
City ruins, castles, churches, canals,
lots of leisure, legendary locales,
river bends and mountain peaks,
whirlwind journey, two short weeks.


written 24 January 2016...

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So colorful amongst the gods of air
Enchanting breathness above the timber lair
Rise and Shine! The scene awakening in da' freeze
Colorful and flying above the trees
They dispel florescent claws on ice shine day
Greet the day! And fly away
The feathers, wings, beaks, will come again
Sparkling 'n dazzling in da' freeze, Amen!...

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Gone are the days of her anthem 
Raw notes of emotion exposed
Feeling flat and the audience sharp
Missing one octave after another
Drenched in fear of rejection
Vulnerability stifled in perfection
Strangled at the mere peep of her unique voice
Spotlights amplify the performance
Lights, action, cut
Silence protects the broken...

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Strict Iambic form- should

Set fourteen rhyming lines:

Syllables checked, ten each
        
Spread 'tween Pentameter.

Staged in eight-line Octave

Summed wisely with Sestet,

Sealed with ending Couplet. 


October 21, 2020

Contest: Pleiades S
Sponsor: Kim Merryman

7 Lines, 6 Syllables Per Line
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drinking my hot coffee in the morning light
thinking back on that date I met my fate 
 everything around me seems very bright 
recalling how I met  her, became my mate 


in the afternoon I like to drink tea 
but in the evening it must be red wine 
just sitting there with my love becoming me 
as I sit there drinking she becomes mine...

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Your sweet words given me past time do play
with ease upon this happy mind again.
Together we can take a stroll this day
and I'll relate to you some lofty gain
That lofty gain is you dear Joan, come stay
with me forever through all life's rain
Then I'll give you things o'er my joyful way
and you'll have life that's ne'er been use in vain....

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