Have you noticed how instruments show feelings?
It truly is a marvel to behold!
With the human touch they express emotions
That the musicians may not have told...
The Violins and Violas, how
They sing. They laugh. They cry
In the deepest realms of melody.
It brings tears to the eyes.
The chuckle of the Cello
Brings a smile to the face
As the strings vibrate and wiggle away
From a tickling hands embrace.
The Bows in unison rise and fall
Like dancers in a show.
Jolly whistles make merry tunes
From the Flutes and Picallo.
The delicate twinkles from the Harp
Add some sparkle to the light.
The playful Piano keys compete
And race in this musical night.
The Drums echo out the beat
Of the Orchestral heart.
The rates of which will vary
To the ending from the start.
The audience accompanies
The Orchestral happy hour
With clapping hands and tapping toes
And lyrics voices shower...
Watch and listen carefully.
More than musicians are at play.
The instruments are happy
And they share their joy today!
How many times have I written of her glows!
Yet, the yearning to write more and more grows.
Forgotten feelings soon get a vent.
When I see the sprouts, in shyness, they are bent.
Ra.. ra.. ra.. ra.. la..la..la..la.. The scented breeze hums
Aromas of my favourite buds, blooms, and blossoms
Of tulips, hyacinths, lilacs, violas, and balsams
Creep and climb jasmines, sweet peas, and clematis.
Entwining them as though a long-lost kinship bliss
From far-off trees, jealously peep the envy-red plums.
Fruit flies, sand flies, blue bottle flies, and dragon flies
Commune, with multi-hued butterflies fluttering in the skies
Queen of the Night, Bird of Paradise, and Celandine Poppies
When secretly providing nectar to the worker bees
Where-from, to chill and thrill them, come these ice crumbs?
Vibrant glow of Spring
enthralls heart with triumph
as lovely daffodils radiate hope
while cheerful violas brighten the day
and blooming hyacinths accentuate garden’s beauty.
Spring, grace-bestowed
manifests Creator’s artistry
as buds of magnolia exude life
with tulip bulbs showcasing growth
blend well with azaleas in wafting freedom delight.
As Spring birds serenade
with their melodious rendition
blossoms keep on waltzing and swaying
offering praise to the Almighty for existence-joy
reigning against blight … in celebration of triumphant birth.
there are mountains of snow
outside my window
the temperature is well below
zero
the trees are wearing white gowns
some are like skeletons
reaching for the sky
the sky is winter pale
&the wind is howling
but I am dreaming of Spring
wishing for flowers
herbs like mint&rosemary
growing
in my kitchen window
I can see everything in my mind
the volume of color&hues
daffodils&violas
&painted daisies
in my overflowing garden
a bright sun in a blue sky
fluttering butterflies, bees&birds
the overwhelming variety of
pansies&petunias
oh, I do love nasturium tumbling
bright poppies&coneflowers
&cannot forget the tulips
or forget-me-nots . . .
Sun sets, stars sparkle, sliver chimes tingle
Yielding to an oboe's lonely minor key pleading
Moonless sky's dark deepens, bassoons, moan
Piano notes lightly dance, stars flirt and twinkle
Harps and violas, lovely late-night companions
Over the hills cymbals clash as a flash storm rages
Neon-white flares, heralding trumpets boldly blare
Yellow-gold dawn, blue joys sing, a flute abides
Tucked into the crease in Hudaibiyah
Coming out the knuckles
Treaty of womb
Religious autonomy, prerequisite
Freedom
Violas with the chunky melody
Whosoever heareth the sound
They glory in the truth
Maledom
Trumpet measures white gown
Treaty of negotiation, bodily autonomy
Femdom
October is a full box of thirty-six crayolas
Oranges, reds, gold…like sparkling colas,
Refreshing the soul like vibrant violas
Taking us higher in colorful gondolas,
All the true colors of summer gladiolas.
Rustle of the browns much like brawn
Damp with the dew of the early dawn,
Rich golden brews just freshly drawn
With smooth tawny of this spring's fawn,
Covering the dying green of my lawn.
Ushers in the holiday’s joyous season
Thanksgiving, Christmas for a good reason
(Merry, bright, joyous, and gleesome)
Ranges in color over the entire canon
Ochre, magenta, rust—all are in fashion
October, Oh, October! month chosen.
written October 4, 2021
"Flowers are the music of the ground from earth's lips spoken without sound." - Edwin Curran
During my morning saunter, I saw the crocus smile,
even as the dewdrops danced on dandy daffodils
The peonies poked out their puny buds from under the earth
and the vibrant violas shook their violet heads,
Lilies looked lovely in their pink and yellow dresses;
I stopped and stared at colours bared,
the sweetest scents staggered my senses,
The blissful breeze waltzed with the flowers,
As the birds belted music in the background;
Had I stepped into a fresh flower fairyland?
Grateful to God for His colour coordinated creations,
I realised ~ the harbinger of good times, Spring has arrived.
03.13.2021
For Brian Strand's "Your choice 2023" contest
Beholding Spring glow
beauteous daffodils
bright cheerful violas
blooming hyacinths
beautify gardens…
Bestowed with grace*
buds, bulbs breathe life
braced by the Lord
beckoning hope…
Birds chirping
blue jays praise
bringing joy…
Birth reigns
blossoms…
Blest!
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always on your behalf, for the grace of God which is given you by Jesus Christ.
March 9, 2021
Diminished Hexaverse with alliteration
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND FORMAL" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/12/2022.
I tend to my garden in somnolent bliss
As heavenly lavender puts me at ease,
The Sun warms my back as I potter about
To the hypnotic droning of foraging bees.
They bumble about from flower to flower
Enjoying the heat of the day,
Butterflies too rejoice in the Sun
I delight in their vivid display.
A riot of violas take centre stage
Such beauty could make a heart sigh,
Here in my garden, in quiet repose
Who could be as content as I.
Yes 'tis nothing grand, a small plot of land
Yet rich in joyous rewards,
To nurture, to care, to watch it then grow
Such balm for the soul it affords.
Entry for
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
28/7/2020. Placed=2nd.
oh, yes ...
yes, I have ...
I've had them ... those moments
the deep, desperate, rare moments ...
"straight-from-a-movie" moments
of romance and melancholy
where the violins and violas and
cellos pull on your heart ...
forlorn music reaching down into your viscera
to yank at your soul in tyranny ...
heart-wrenching moments of
exquisite agony -
where the core burns, the hairs all
stand, the eyes close, and you're lost
to the consequence ...
brief, beautiful, tender instances that
you hold for a lifetime -
that shine like jeweled beacons among
the mists of the mundane ...
oh, how blessed I've been ... and how cursed
for this gift of creativity that so
many envy, is but a facade for the dark, dire
truth of the sensitive spirit -
we feel deeper, look deeper, wish deeper, love
deeper, and hurt ... so much deeper ...
I am thankful for those moments, for
they are precious ...
but there is a dear and diabolical price to pay
and it comes without music
in the dead ...
of night.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Clarinets, bassoons, oboes, ugh.
Flutes, oh, yes, Native American flute music please.
Violas. Don’t be prissy!
Cellos. Ha. Ha. Who wants to carry one to school?
First and second violins. Too stringy. Twangy. Hurt my ears.
Trombones and tubas. Oh, yes, please.
Now for my all- time favorites besides the guitar.
Drums
Cymbals.
Bam.
Crash.
Boom
Bam
Give me percussion or do not give me any music at all.
I balanced on a crescendo
as the reverberation of cannon
glanced off my chest and
orange chills ran across my back.
While, as if birthed by the composition,
warm and cool colors danced in the sky
and back, from the now dull red horizon.
I sat, as cellos and violas
seemed to lift a Prince and Princess -
then flutes and violins tossed them high
on bright and light notes 'til
landing on a bassoon's breath
where muscle and sound lay
softly still...
A reproductive structure in force
Sunflowers as tall as a giant
Pansies and Violas borders the garden
The magnetism of nature with the help of green fingers
Presents a corsage of wonderful blooms.
An English country garden
so evocative of times gone by
recalling all the many plants
lovingly sown by Granny and I
Majestic Lupins and Hollyhocks
so tall they almost touched the sky
Lily-of-the-Valley and Forget-me-nots
tiny flowers loved by Granny and I
London Pride and Morning Glories
no longer taking pride of place
pretty Violas and Pansies
velvet petals with a sweet smiley face
Old fashioned Roses
their beauty was sublime
such a heavenly fragrance
belonging to another time
Today our plants are brash and loud
as they try to make a statement
delicate beauty disallowed
no fragrance wafting like a cloud
Precious memories returning
of a Granny I loved so
together gathering fragrant blooms
we’d tie them with a satin bow
Perfecting a fragrant posy
a centerpiece for our table
precisely at the stroke of three
Granny and I enjoyed afternoon tea
Written 15th October 2018
3rd PLACE
Contest CHOICE Flower Verse
Sponsor Brian Strand
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