'Tis melodious music resonant has gone deep,
Tenor cleft trembling audaciously within,
Like sea, audibly searching immensely steep,
Vocalizing many universes therein.
Violin, Xylophone, banjo, bass guitar 'tis befall!
Ambience sensation Ah soothing, pleasing tremor,
Forming audibly, crescendo shift staves squall,
Softens our e'ver stony heart like th' stemmer.
Euphony that's nostalgia intense emotion,
Sounding harmoniously wanting, an' wondering,
Instrumental fortissimo that brings notion,
Stillness, sounding turns resoundingly thundering.
Enthralls our unfathomable emotion, ring,
Induces enraptured soul never before,
Our determination echoes so despairing,
Audacious Phoenix ablaze into bright galore!
strut
with pride
for their deep
chocolate hue
and speaking prowess
vocalizing
noisily
at duo’s
walk
The wind speaks to us in whispers or roars-
accumulating unbalanced scores!
_ by Poet
Listen to the wind, as it speaks to us-
in a tiny whisper or an explosive rush.
Grasp what it foretells as it swishes by.
The wind's calm or violent moods can ease or crush.
A whispered breeze can cool the summer heat,
caressing us in a soothing, uplifting way,
as we find joy in its relaxing touch
beneath the sun's blaze on a hot and humid day.
Conversely, though, the wind can take a turn
to power local storms or those formed out at sea;
howling and churning- pushing giant waves
and signaling the tragic scene we can foresee.
We hear wind growling when it reaches land.
As a hurricane, it speaks fear along the path.
Trees, structures, and life- tumble by its force,
while the angry wind howls, vocalizing its wrath.
A force, gifting pleasure or horrid pain
from a kind whisper, stormy day, or hurricane!
Listen to the wind, as it speaks to us.
A classic wind upstaged the evening,
Vocalizing Leaves and Tremulous Aria
Branches. On accompanying fused-sand, framed
and clear, began a run of finely tuned
rivulets -- busy writing, I had not
looked, and saw, dark clouds conjugating --
nor sniffed thickening troops of air~ my
sinuses alerting, their usual swelling. Came a lantern's
flash, came a vivid slash, rumbling
likened to a heavily weighted freight-train, with frantic
mind to lighten its burdensome, brooding load.
The withered leaf, the shiny, wet concrete where many footsteps have traveled, and left their mark, and set a new path forward, where many can view the beauty of the worn bridge and multi-colired trees in the midst if autumn. A rare bird lands on a tree branch, vocalizing its perfectly unique voice. The bird sings and frolics, and washes its wings in a nearby puddle. How beautiful, the scenes of autumn!
I love feeling you within me, going even faster.
I love having you within me, going even deeper.
I love vocalizing about you in pleasure, going louder.
The end of another year of much uncertainty
As we sifted through mounds of propaganda,
Watching folks line up to espouse their ardency
The end of another year of much uncertainty,
Many vocalizing without a smidgeon of courtesy
Apparently, some did not get the memoranda,
The end of another year of much uncertainty
As we sifted through mounds of propaganda.
written December 26, 2021
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
Read me, tonight
delicately; I'm fragile.
Read me tenderly,
thoroughly; try to
understand.
Gaze,
head to toe,
over and into my heart,
my soul; see me.
Share your discovery;
speak softly, sweetly,
passionately.
Let lips and tongue
work together in unison,
vocalizing all I long to hear.
As hands attentively express,
reveal your vision,
fountain flowing freely,
fully, instinctively.
Confide truths onto vellum;
stain this parchment with care.
Read me, completely,
honestly.
Then, write me,
as I become aware.
And like that.
She eased the piece into the groove.
Nestling it close to her lips.
Suddenly her eyes closed,
That horn came to life.
Wide-eyed and bushey tailed.
Stretching it's yawn.
It walked around, journeying to the closest city.
Taking a mid day drive,
Wiping sleep from it's eyes.
It's twelve day noon.
Vocalizing it's croon.
The conflict of working long hours.
Two jobs, a mother of one.
Getting out the bed late.
Trying to remember if she's paid this month's bill or not.
The debate of taking the day off.
Sealed inside it's case.
To sleep the day away.
This weary horn.
With the kid off to school.
She has but a minute.
A loud yawn, the release of stress from a demanding boss.
Every croon loud and long.
A testimony of deep long sigh.
The valves pressed by weary fingers.
A mother of one finds deliverance
Halloween
'Tis the time of the year
when death comes to visit
in a friendly way..
In this season we are offered
the experience of death
hidden in laughter of children
dressed in their frightening best
vocalizing: Trick or Treat..!
Perhaps it is a form of an NDE
Near Death Experience
in a community sense..
A tricking of death
exposed in light and laughter..
Experiencing death before we die..
Giving our temporary attention..
But then reflecting:
What else is temporary
and what is permanent..?
Thoughts and perceptions
of course
just come and go..
These mind things rise
and very soon die..
And what remains..?
Life itself remains..and
when we lastly depart..with
our thoughts and perceptions..
Life again simply remains...?
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze.
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
The evil forces are quiet among God’s messengers
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly-
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze—
They are heavenly trumpets vocalizing alluringly
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly
within our bronchi, beyond our spirits, squeezing
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
that brighten flashes. In the severe
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
of everything we will not speak, can’t overlook.
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
A sad emotive
Blue ballad from
The broken soul
Of a mute man poet
His heart pounds a silent beat
From deep within
As he begins
To ballet with his fingers
Vocalizing his pain
To the world of blind and deaf
In the monsoon rain
Of his tears
As he express
His feelings and fear
About his future
In this cold world
Of insentient hearts
Being blind, mute or deaf
Doesn’t mean dead
This is the pain
That was easy to swallow
But hard to digest
So now I suggest
To take this fiery feeling
Out of my chest
Because they alienate us
They dig black holes
For us to find homes
Because all we are to the society
We lost souls
To those
Who got eyes to see
And ears to listen
We are just disable clowns
Because we are half human
But to those who got
Minds to think
And hearts to feel
We all human beings
A barren paradise
Paper parachutes
Bleed, I before we
Except after deaths
String of light suctions
Screams captioned
Vocalizing muffles
Fleas flee
Parasites sight
Leaches beseech
Conventions plateau
Wonted into winter
Inept untaught cling
Polluting prospects
Tasting achilles
Oxidizing tongues
Clip urinating lips
Pressurizing knuckles
To freeze ends mean
Of inks soap
Washing pluto pores
Till burning gain
Is nothing lost
Samold verse
An inkling fresh
What's left to not do?
Peddle soup cans?
Underline oddities?
Misspell mutiny?
Lying in a sensible
Juxtaposition
A fruitful prison
So what can one expect next?
Is it the complexity of words that draws us near?
To delve deeper into the void of interminable text
Would one have to first examine what to them is dear?
What is in a word?
Is it the sound one makes when vocalizing vocabulary?
Or is it the emotion a word produces, such as the flight of a bird?
This, is unknown, thus my motives are extraordinary
To write poetry, is to live
And all sonnets are beautiful, this, a preconceived notion
Despite a piece’s theme, be it realistic or fictive
Assuredly, sonnets remain as poetry in motion
‘Tis only my humble speculation
That poetry will endure the most onerous tribulation
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