it is cold and the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and ¦¦¦¦ is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the ¦¦¦¦¦ is fading
and birds are flying ¦¦¦¦
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms ¦¦¦¦¦ the ocean of my sleep
where my hair is soft as a spider web
and my filmy dress a paling ¦¦¦¦¦
and I stand ¦¦¦¦¦ in this decay as a tree
with ¦¦¦ arms outstretched to the sky
oh, the fine thread of summer is ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ thought
yet, there is a ¦¦¦¦ beauty all around me
and within the crumbling ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ leaves soar
oh, the splendor of the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ burnt orange
and red leaves ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
like weeping blood red raindrops
oh, listen to the ¦¦¦¦¦ chiming
of falling leaves
that I will hold ¦¦¦¦ a blanket of memory
while the wind utters ¦¦¦ wails like a hundred violins
and ¦¦¦¦¦¦ birds sing
a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ symphony just for me
Two Seven Year Old Twin Brothers
Sharing their gifted violin talent through the strings
Harmony smooth
Mahogany high
Tempo and rhythm connected
Musical notes with their inspired story
Gratitude of life
New Day
Tomorrow’s dream
Feeling joy and happiness
Secrete heart
Strings Viator
Gothic mode
Sounds echoing throughout the room
Twin Brothers Violin being heard
Parents proud
Twin Brothers time allowed.
Violins lift heartstrings
soar on sentient wings
Evoke dawn’s majesty
hint at evening’s tragedy
Fiddles tease out playful tunes
Violins arrange the heaven’s moons
The violin vanquished
The cello said hello
The piano languished
The tears would only flow
The audience entranced
The notes rang out so clear
They giggled and they danced
Their hearts were full of cheer
The oboe took the stage
Still mourning love that died
His anguish mixed with rage
Blurred every eye that cried
The violin rang out
Tho cut them like a knife
And every eye dried out
Sweet notes that sang of life
violins begin
swelling as piano blends
harp strings sing amen
14 eggs
2 1/2 tsp. of salt
2 1/2 tbsp. of vinegar
8 cloves of garlic
2 korean green peppers
1 redli
4 green peppers
1 1/2 tbsp of sesame seeds
1 cup of soy sauce
4 tablespoons of crown royal
1/2 cup of honey
2 tbsp. of sesame see oil
2 tsp of chopped ginger root
Hard boil eggs 20 minutes. Peel after ice bath.
Peel eggs in a bowl.
in a sauce pan add all ingredients except eggs.
bring to a simmer, remove from heat
in a tupperware bowl add marinade and eggs. cover and
let sit for one day.
10 cups of cooked ramen noodles
4 cups of shredded roasted pork or chicken
4 cups of shredded carrots sauteed in olive oil
4 cups of sliced ake mushroom and
sliced button mushrooms (sauteed in olive oil)
1 cup of steamed green onion julienned (sauteed in
olive oil)
mix veggies
top noodles
sprinkle on pork or chicken ( or both)
add both egg and egg broth
serve warm!!
"And the birds twitter like whispering violins."
Quote by _Constance
The music has died,
yet, still vibrates in my memory and dreams,
cords of sweet violins float and drift away,
and all the flowers are withering,
piled in heaps upon your eternal bed,
once beautiful ... now just decay,
you are gone my love and dead,
gone from this earthly realm,
yet, why do I still feel your love ?
Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream
romance unravels
the sweet pain
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing all the way home
for want of a better country,
these beautiful creatures
limbs racing all lathered
opening wide
and unconquered
plunder new territory
in the red seeded seat
royally the hidden thing
beats like a machine
underneath the skin
a ripe juicy red apple
no cherry pip
feeds the mind of
marquis de john donne
and dorian's sybil vane
gone all wrong
Violins the shape
of a woman
the music inside
her intense jungle
prowls around
like an exotic
soft pawed purring
black leopard
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
this way it comes
the soft satin
that binds metaphoric
minds like wrists
the will to resist
comes undone
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
dappled in shadow
shining and hidden
like a solitairy secret
like a morning star
this way, it comes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean of my sleep
where my hair is soft as a spider web
and my filmy dress a paling green
and I stand still in this decay as a tree
with my arms outstretched to the sky
oh, the fine thread of summer is a fading thought
yet, there is a hazy beauty all around me
and within the crumbling fragile leaves soar
oh, the splendor of the whirling burnt orange
and red leaves spinning
like weeping blood red raindrops
oh, listen to the sweet chiming
of falling leaves
that I will hold like a blanket of memory
while the wind utters low wails like a hundred violins
and hidden birds sing
a beautiful symphony just for me
With fingers so pliable
Vivaldi violins play breathtakingly fast
In seasonal works ,written to last.
“ VICIOUS VIOLINS “
VOICES FROM SOMEWHERE I’VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE
HARMONY FLOWS SMOOTHLY MAKES ME WANT FOR MORE
IT MUST BE ANGELS SINGING FROM HEAVEN ABOVE
THE WORDS SWEET AS HONEY SOUNDING JUST LIKE LOVE
LIKE A MAGIC CHIOR UNDER COVER OF THE NIGHT
DANCING FINGERS HITTING EVERY NOTE JUST RIGHT
HIPNOTIC VIBRATIONS LAY A WARM SPELL ON ME
SUREAL SWIRLING SOUNDS SET MY SOUL SO FREE
THEN TEMPO RISES QUICKLY LIKE A SCARED SCREATCHING OWL
BLAZING ELECTRIC GUITARS TRY TO KEEP UP SOMEHOW
SPARKS FLY OFF THE BOWS IN AN INSRUMENTAL FIGHT
AS VIOLENT VIOLINS SET FIRE TO THE NIGHT
THE EXPLOSION OF CONFUSION QUICKLY PULLS ME IN
AS SOUNDS OF SALVATION HAVE NOW TURNED TO SIN
MY WAITING EARS ASAULTED THE SOUND I’M WAITING FOR
THE MELLOW SOOTHING MUSIC I WILL HEAR NO MORE
I hear them on the television,
like I have a choice,
that's flat-out all they show these days:
Politicians
with their elucidations
tangled as Grandma's yarn.
Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared;
"It's your own fault, my good friends,
frankly, we need bold solutions"
they boom;
then hike the price of gas.
And the voices of we, the people;
lost
like violins in a marching band.
Simile Poetry Contest placed 10th
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Date wrote: 6th August 2022
it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean of my sleep
where my hair is soft as a spider web
and my filmy dress a paling green
and I stand still in this decay as a tree
with my arms outstretched to the sky
oh, the fine thread of summer is a fading thought
yet, there is a hazy beauty all around me
and within the crumbling fragile leaves soar
oh, the splendor of the whirling burnt orange
and red leaves spinning
like weeping blood red raindrops
oh, listen to the sweet chiming
of falling leaves
that I will hold like a blanket of memory
while the wind utters low wails like a hundred violins
and hidden birds sing
a beautiful symphony just for me
There's a languorous strain of violins, a concert in the park,
In the honeyed warmth of a green day, as bluebirds sing above.
Irregular perfect blooms all round, mellow sun is pouring down,
Music's in the air like a fragrance, as clouds drift softly by,
Like the beautiful and wandering path, of the purple butterfly!
The lustrous sunshine violins, fill the lovely noon with sound,
The musicians' hearts in every note, in the stillness of delight!
A distant laughter can be heard, under sparkling cerulean skies,
As another fervent and breezy day, awaits huge jeweled fireflies!
sweetest strains of violins
played by gents with double chins
ecstasy, as they hit the highest 'C'
if they'd only comb their hair on key
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