Short Operatic Poems
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Melancholy melody of mania and madness.
Ceaseless Swan song a symphony of sadness.
Counter to composure comes cacophony of chorus.
Oscillating operatic overture of Opus.
Lilly Fay was an operatic singer
Touted as being a diva humdinger
She could hit High C,
Easy as could be
But up there it's impossible to linger.
written March 25, 2022
Accompanied by cutlery
hit ceramic soprano 'tinks'
Operatic hot sudsy path to stardom love ballad
Tears drip dramatically
tap's hydrating heart sinks
Acoustics of kitchen, false impression of talent
A man with a pen
Puts a pen to a paper
Moves a pen to create words
Silly words, arranged in operatic exhibitions
Facsimile egos, stitched together
From whispers of impossibility, or,
better yet,
Crushing normality.
Skilled songbird on a fence stump.
Diva on a dais!
Ensuring, for what's brought, more'ore
Of grandness to the fore
Whilst lit of morn, from behind
Are facing, window-bright
Bed's uprisen, roused in the heart
Swollen praise on our part.
She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.
She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where many angels must now plug their ears
woo wafts
pass through
embodied operatic night
whilst moonlight melody scatter
starlight scents
caress her delicate breast
blush face
wring the celestial body
out of its passion.
1/9/2020
Poetry Contest: Picture Prompt
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
when my mind is overwhelmed with worldly
cares I take an imaginary journey to the sanctuary
of serenity which provides a welcome retreat
as I follow the path to that special place within
my mind in which operatic birds serenade me with
their arias of happiness and where graceful elms
provide the cool shade from the afternoon sun
An exuberant orchestra fellow,
Over exerted the stroke on his cello,
His bow flew like a spear
Zooming into a posh lady's ear,
The recital was stopped by her bellow.
An opera scout looking on,
Heard the posh lady's bellowing song,
He signed her up to appear
So the whole world could hear,
Now she sings for an operatic throng.
Today is a miserable day
Seemingly operatic in nature
But I feel it deep within me
I feel this void building up inside my chest
A malignant emptiness
The cause of my shallow breath
My tears dry in their ducts
Dapper attire cannot hide the discomfort
No one should see my pain
For any vapid empathy towards me
Would do nothing
But fuel this pernicious attack on my soul
Functional fictional phases;
Destitute Monumental glorious appraiser;
Borderline translucent operatic sounds;
Futuristic holograms;
Basic truth;
Absolute;
Regrettable prolific stanzas;
Which religious monarchs enslaving;
Borderline translucent operatic sounds;
Futuristic mannequins;
Absolute,
Basic truth;
1/29/20
James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Today's Cry Tomorrow,
The crazed blood roared,
Operatic vein beats,
Deafening thrums the ear,
The Mob's mad pulse,
Sickly gathering speed,
Sunset drifts across their barborous drone,
I turn my face from the crimson crowd,
To walk in mind with today's failing light;
until tomorrow...
By David Nickle Read 26/12/17
All rights reserved by the author
His eyes cannot perceive the smiles and tears
On faces touched by artistry of voice,
Yet when he bares his soul in ardent song,
The rolling hills of Tuscany rejoice.
Exotic passion shatters static space,
To sing or not to sing was never aired.
Romantic, operatic or berceuse,
Bocelli's voice was gifted to be shared.
07/01/19
Sing it poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
In the sky
Twinkling stars are proud
They boast
Speaking of times gone past
Greater than what is now
The deepness
Of the reflective sea
Shows the light
While rowing by
The calm tranquility
The peace within
Allows its very own powers
To dwell deep in your heart
With the sky
And the calm flowing sea
Ventures onwards
Russell Sivey
The big swordsman sings
Cling!
The shy samurai
Used clanging on a mortal stones and metal bowls
Cling!
Are you upset by how large it is
Operatic kitchen
Clang!
It doesn't tear you apart to see this swordsman so mountainous
The voices tralala wireless is large hands he swing
He whose such a songster, martial artist chef and cook
He is a singing samurai
Cling
5/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Easter brings back sad memories.
My mother died on Good Friday.
She was a bible scholar and quoted
Jesus's words every day to us kids.
I remember her love for lavender,
Her operatic gentle voice singing to us.
How she loved little children with joy
And what a great grandmother she was.
4-4-19
Writing Challenge 1- April, 2019 -
Its All About 8 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
2. Elegy
1. Death's Cold Hand
Early morning wind,
Reflection,
Sparkles the soft dew,
Operatic larks croon,
Silent fading moon,
Young minds occupied,
Triumphant,
Eyes glare,
Noise,
Iron carriages unaware,
Relinquish the thought.
The great deity has chosen,
Now,
Friends of the morning depart with a frown,
No knowledge,
No pain,
No thoughts of why,
Onward from mortal life,
Unto paradise they safely fly.
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Palsied son of prodigal love,
Do your crippled legs dream in swimming strong?
Do your strong arms and back and chest
dream flying across Earth's inviting nest?
Does your mute voice
dream in full orchestral operatic voice
flowing out through mouthed choice
and back in your polyphonic ears
and resonant mind
and resilient body?
Becoming well-felt flight
of harmonic trust
in prodigious you
with all your prodigal love.
Moonlight symphony, and stars in the heavens
A magic overture of a lovers haven
A concerto of warmth and complete passion
An operatic sensation of passions fire
The opus of the rose permeates the air
The magical grandioso that takes me there
Come to me my lover of impromptu
And seal our operetta with a kiss
Serenade me with a vivace moan
A concert of love to call my own
A tender adagio, an expressive glance
Only you, my one true love, can entice me to dance