Symphonies we play
Hot green tea in the garden
It feels like winter
DARK SYMPHONIES
Tuned frogs and crickets,
Challenging my ear’s scorings:
Last night’s symphonies:-
I need not build a mansion
to find my peace of mind.
I need no fleet of luxury cars
for calm to dwell inside.
All I need is a whisper —
a gentle breeze
blown beneath a clear, untroubled sky,
under a tree that leans above a quiet, streaming brook
casting a cool, soft shade.
The bright sunlight
will wrap me
in a tranquil blanket,
within a garden where even birds pause their songs in awe —
and when they chirp,
they shape a perfect measured harmony:
a choir of symphonies.
The whispering forests
and the calm mountains
blend a feathered harmony —
soothing the seas,
the open meadows
and my restless mind.
A light in the darkness
brings comfort and warmth —
like sitting near a glowing fire
in a silent home,
where soft music
plays not to be heard,
but to lull the soul to sleep.
My heart plays somber symphonies. It plays them exclusively for me. They are fragile and feminine. Breathtaking and melancholy. They perform songs of tragedy and cry out with sorrow but they are perceived by myself alone. Like an isolated violinist in a vacant theater, they are radiant but heartbreaking. My heart plays somber symphonies. Can’t you hear them?
Under vast expanses where silence reigns,
Dreams drift, untethered by reality's chains.
A symphony of stillness envelops the soul,
In silence we embrace, we become whole.
Heartbeats echo the earth's silent song,
Unseen connections to which we belong.
Meaning emerges without the need for rhyme,
A testament to existence, sublime.
Horizons blur, where sky meets land,
A meaning to time's endless sand.
Mountains loom, silent giants in wait,
Their presence a reminder of fate.
Rivers carve paths with regular grace,
A journey unseen, leaving only a trace.
Life moves to an unspoken beat,
In its flow, a story complete.
Here, amongst the cosmos' quiet beauty,
Truth finds its voice, unfettered and free.
Poetry exists, beyond the confines of rhyme,
In every shared moment, suspended in time.
Today, while riding the bus,
I met a rider who's an ambidexter.
He's definitely not a wuss,
& he said he lives in Mt Chester.
Pass me along
a pair of drumsticks
so I can create
vibrating calypso melodies
on the steel drums
found within the bones of my collar
The soul of a place,
The lines written in our hearts,
The songs that linger.
November 12, 2022.
A New Hiku Footle Tanka Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
spring peaceful nostalgia
Beautiful spring day
Yet out of season
Loving nostalgia
Drawing me into embrace.
Warm buttery sunshine
Dollop of ecstasy
Cascading over my back
Raining down like home and joy and peace.
Collapsing gently to the ground,
Stretching to feel green-gold earth
Beneath my fingertips
Chiming symphonies draw my notice.
As I lay there,
Still,
Feeling and listening
To the soft breezes
That the rest of the world
Perceived as gustings
Of
Wind.
a hummingbird's delicate grace
floats free of time
wings thrumming
heartbeats drumming
symphonies in confines of space
A billion blazing Suns that shine for me,
One heart beats within their symphony…
My eyes expand to the morning glimmer,
For sorrows fade a decrescending dimmer…
Splendour is their shine of Eternal Elysium,
Fulgor fusion fires of hydrogen into helium…
Luminosity lusters of a beacon brilliant birth,
Scintillating sunbeams surfacing on the Earth…
Nucleosynthesis nears the atmospheric aurora,
Photosynthesis prances with the frolicking flora…
Gravitational graves within the blink of an eye,
Stellar Suns are reborn as they surely die…
I’m sunbathing nude as the soft sands seduce,
I wait the nebular night as the Stars transduce.
March.15.2020
A Star's Heartbeat
Sponsored by:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Silent symphonies surrender the Nazarene night,
Where empty hearts splendor within the white…
A child is born amongst ambient Angels alight,
Where all adorn within a manger of starry bright…
The Nativity of the grotto graces gleaming gold,
Holy Spirit does bestow as we wonder & behold…
Where joy and peace spread throughout the land,
Rejoice and release upon the taking of His hand.
Dec.23.2019
Winged Warrior
Not for Any Contest
(((HAPPY! HOLIDAYS! To All...and to all a good nite)))
...see you next year lol...
Locusts and crickets rub their legs like mad
Their summer night symphonies uniformly bad
Yet when chill breezes still these musicians' strings
I long for the return of their discordant wings
Hidden deep within me
Dwelt joy I never knew,
That chose to reveal itself
The moment I met you.
From depths I could not fathom
Arose a raging fire,
Smitten by your beauty
My heart raced with desire.
An uneventful life I'd led,
Each day passed in its turn.
Love then called upon me
Unleashed, my passion burned.
Colours seemed more vibrant
Birds sang symphonies,
Somehow the sun shone brighter
My waiting heart, now free.
For love I had doubted,
Was in the stars for me.
Yet here was I, ecstatic
Amid love's sweet mystery.
Entry for
END 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
27/12/18. Placed =1st.
Symphonies of Sorrows
Lost within lachrymal leviathans facing omnipotent oblivions
Embryonic extracts of eternal synergies of divine dominions
Where hemorrhaging hearts accumulate admits effete exile
Held in captivity by the metaphysical matrix a deceptive defile
Maculate manifestations into dormant damaged dimensions
Harboring hypocrisy through parasitic pandemic pretensions
Where love is liquefied and laundered in the nefarious night
Where desirous dreams of desire dissolve approaching daylight
The frolicsome festive fools fornicate in their master’s mansion
Submerging slaved souls incarnate intentions of evil expansion
Serpentine scattering sins suffice shooting ambiguous arrows
Where terminal tears deluge within the symphonies of sorrows.
May.31.2018
Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Music by Pink Floyd~Sorrow
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