Afar off as Luna disturbs the briny sea air, its pallid
lips farewell kiss of former throne fairs to absence.
Heir apparent solace a crown restored as its Hymn
privilege rejuvenates Sol's nurtured Hawaiian Isles.
As guests, while a tad, in Hawaii's wild, there they'll
see groundbreakers of Plumeria painted plumes don
guest guessing tree colors that rival Picasso's rarity,
Rose Period of benevolent hues missing silent blues.
On yonder rise further untamed, yielding in strength,
the Bird of Paradise, queues surround a mound. Find
true value in their weight of numbers enabled on top
of the tabled bouquet than solo left alone--so lonely.
Siding with soloists that orchestrate scents, like that
of the Gardenia, Puakenikeni, Kahili Yellow Ginger or
Pikake/Jasmine and Tuberose many more aromatics
redolent a symphonic scores, an orchid won, adored.
Categories:
soloists, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Written: December 28, 2023
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flounder in fictional field
—squeals and squeaks
Whimpers and growls
Sylphic swaying,
of flames spewing,
inwardly throbbing
of my nostril
lobotomized cosmic orbs.
scent of cinnamon
and coral on a rosary
interlaced of aurulent rimes.
Shrouded your burgundy &
coniferous ravines
loop of vitality
& unbearable redemption
in spanning eons,
ineffable wonder cradled
by melodic hums and buzzes
of lazy heat
and whistles of pitches
of endless hymns
echoes of choral chants
sung by soloists.
black ravens croaking,
like peals of doom
dewy allelomorphs
with waft-aloft wings
angels of ethereal whisper
of thunder,
that rang deafeningly
through the crevices,
of anodal motion
scurrilous loci
modeled as diploid.
Categories:
soloists, analogy, appreciation, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
. for public domain
Hauled away in chains alone,
their names are carved in granite stone;
and kings once perched upon a throne,
now long forgotten, lost, unknown.
And yet they did not so live
to be remembered, or to give
us lessons how to live,
to condemn, ignore, or forgive.
They took birth as they took death,
a beginning and an end of breath,
claiming their own sacred hymn.
We forget kings, remember them.
Categories:
soloists, character, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
from hazy pastel shades of blue
bound by storms
a fiery glow
smooth and shiny
zigzags of xanthous and marigold
zooming the horizon
rolling tyrolean choric runes
exquisitely enhanced wall murals
with a flaxen-colored scheme.
as well as soloists
dazzling tangents and
waves of origami art
tune tones and beguile the waves
to an oneiric shimmer
Written: April 17, 2023
3rd place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1209 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
soloists, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form: Free verse
The young Maple Leaf stands there,
Canada's favorite tree.
The young sapling,,
Layered to perfection.
Admired by Canadians everywhere,
Sign for our Canadian hockey team.
A beautiful tree to behold,
Leaves swaying in the breeze.
The Maple Leaf is a coveted song,
Sung by choirs and soloists.
Beautiful to behold,
Perfect in shape and form.
I view you from the dinning-hall window,
Watching you gain prowess each day/
What a miracle you are,
God's chosen beautiful tree.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schuetz
Categories:
soloists, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Grave Music- -
When I thought of music
Those the song never tuning
Musicians so are cocooning
Taking thy hymn from out my heart
That moment my soul grew routine
Just what does this mean
Grave music
The grave a funeral
I saw the composers
Music is dead
Yet we still sing
And so I screamed, 'Is that a psalm?'
The recurrent repertoire refraining
It was attaining
It was reigning
Grave music
Once upon a midnight splendid
My passion is a phonographic guitar
When I thought of the music
I awoke and flung the score
Much I marveled the ragtime bluegrass
By the grave I saw the artists
I heard a musical, copyright copyrighting
Deep into that darkness availing choir yet still praising
Singing my songs of songs
Grave music
I awoke and flung the voice I have dreamed of the soloists
Screaming aloud with pitch voice, my choice
Deep into that darkness playing
Ever praising yet
Still
Music
Grave music
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
soloists, analogy, appreciation, engagement, how
Form: Free verse
You are gagged and bound, seated
In a hot seat among the hard of hearing
Harrowing tales from the trenches
At the deep end of a ravenous beast
A narrowing outlook, hope fading
Shape shifting fiends on the cliffs of sleep
Captured drifts shaping up to squeeze
Harassed by the wail of the haunt
You cry within reach of eardrums
Albeit all wearing earplugs
Wallowing, itching skin turning sallow
You are reminded of the sordid detail
The devil in it too hard to swallow
You reckon it's the lunch in your throat
That crouching shifting restless toad
You are not alone but on your own
Roasting in the heat of your moaning
Voice within a crowd of voices making noises
Choir of soloists, yet never about choices
You were placed where you were placed
In a furnace of dreams from dusk till dawn
Never warned that you were in for the duration
Categories:
soloists, rap,
Form: Rhyme
The discovery of feelings,
That transcend the stage in human form.
Dance a story,
The reptoire of company dancers are on stage.
Act a formal play,
The theatre company guests.
Songs renacted romanticly and religiously with themes,
A singer or choir are on stage.
The audience receptive and welcoming,
Soloists emerge with the company with excellence.
Chosen because they have the knowledge, maturity and talent,
To preform as an elite class, all the while humble and proud, appreciated.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
soloists, romance
Form: Free verse
The
theme
of the
soloists
ripples and resounds-
harmony echoes all around.
Categories:
soloists, happiness, music
Form: Fibonacci