Short Philharmonic Poems

Symphony
melodic sounds
instruments playing parts
warming the listener’s heart
Philharmonic

written June 22, 2021...

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LIVE FROM LINCOLN CENTER

How marvelous! 
Did you see it?
Did you hear it?
Tschaikowsky 
The Piano Concerto
The 2nd act of The Nutcracker
The New York Philharmonic
What a wonderful way to leave the old year...

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Life can be a symphonic bonanza,
A philharmonic extravaganza,
A choral sunrise,
And an orchestrated surprise,
A conducted ecstasy,
An instrumental epiphany,
These are the peccadilloes of life,
The crescendo of my eternity....

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Pollen green 3 inches
Of allergen confection, powders outdoor landmarks. 
A few ticks past dawn,
New birds, preflight,
Tune up their chirping cords, 
Like nature's philharmonic, knowing the neighborhood
Is soon to enter their amphitheater, in, from their rooms of sleep. 
Little lizards scurry, large clouds puff up and move through,
Steel blue, morning skies....

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homemade scarlet string 
    light Aroma 

mottling Degree 
  burning 

autumn Leaves – 
   with nymph flapping wings 

  you win 

  waltz to the rhythms on the
    zephyr's caroling strain

 rainbow-colored 
    smooth waves 

 gently rustling intonation 

 oriflame Lasting 
 autumn Carnelian 

  philharmonic Orchestra

Written: July 29, 2022...

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MUSIC

walking one night
i heard the same dirty sax
i hated
when she walked out on me
at club sleezy


fiddling unafraid
on fifth avenue for experience
the whores    pickpockets walking by
taking a bite
of the big apple


sam
at the steinway grand
cocktail music
for love or misery
or both


one hundred
on stage at the philharmonic
the audience
rich and poor alike
fused as one by ravel

Dave Austin...

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Our sweet breakfast guest was a vampire.
His finger eating I did admire.
Listened to Philharmonic Choir
His falsetto lit the house on fire
Favorite apple pie was a Macintyre
We had purchased them in Lincolnshire
Blood was his favorite drink, his desire.
I thought it looked ugly and smelled rather dire.
He was great as it said in the flyer.
We went swinging on an old black tire.
I was sly, but frankly, he was slyer.
He said he would not turn me. Oh, that liar!...

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