You whispered through sermon notes, pleading.
Then hushed giggles diffused any dark tone
we had found throughout our week, throughout our lives apart
and we unburdened together.
So completed was I by your love, I was blinded from it.
And months passed
And time subtracted from our lives
And winter kept me so entirely deaf
to pleas you offered so entirely
faithful that I would someday understand.
After all that was shared and cherished
Had you believed it all in vain?
Then a single ray of spring pressed
through the colored glass and landed
on your soul, which shone with such
force and melody, at once
my heart was yours.
And their dull frowns were blinded by our
new radiance.
And I squeezed your hand entirely
submerged in the quiet, warm, bright of your love.
Dated 5-4-2005 for Sr. Poetry
Monday, October 26, 2009
Musical Host: A Bandroom Opportunity
Click click click
A wand demands our ears
Waves instruction to begin our warming up
Shining brass
Sit erectly on the chairs
Slurring partials to refine their lips to hear
And seeing feels
as the wand designs a pulse
Echoes through us and makes metronomes of feet
While fingers think
Act alone and comprehend
the notes that pass through glances at a line
A curved release
A multitude exhales
While their sense reassign their normal chores.
Sr. Poetry (WN #22) (Ed. note: I miss band. This one is my favorite.)
A wand demands our ears
Waves instruction to begin our warming up
Shining brass
Sit erectly on the chairs
Slurring partials to refine their lips to hear
And seeing feels
as the wand designs a pulse
Echoes through us and makes metronomes of feet
While fingers think
Act alone and comprehend
the notes that pass through glances at a line
A curved release
A multitude exhales
While their sense reassign their normal chores.
Sr. Poetry (WN #22) (Ed. note: I miss band. This one is my favorite.)
Attempt at Triolet
I love you for your deep brown eyes
What? Yes! That's all I care for.
And any other reasons found are lies
Oh do not wonder if loving me is wise
Stand firm that I will find no other rise
Though others may have style and charm galore
I love you for your deep brown eyes.
Oh darling, that is all I care for.
Sr. Poetry (WN #19)
What? Yes! That's all I care for.
And any other reasons found are lies
Oh do not wonder if loving me is wise
Stand firm that I will find no other rise
Though others may have style and charm galore
I love you for your deep brown eyes.
Oh darling, that is all I care for.
Sr. Poetry (WN #19)
A Villanelle
If I had not turned my head in pride
if I had only let our difference go
perhaps you would still be here by my side.
My lover, friend, companion of soul and mind
Oh how I wish I hadn't acted so
I wish I had not turned by head in pride
Return to spring, to folly I rewind
Your love ever warm and true
Softly, your gently form would find my side.
And you would love and I would hide
bravely rebelling those who
turned their foolish heads in pride.
But when autumn left me two things to decide
I followed voices, little did I know
I would push away your form by my side.
And move through years denying feelings deep inside
now I live regretting how I let you go
and if I had not turned my head in pride
perhaps your gentle form would find my side.
if I had only let our difference go
perhaps you would still be here by my side.
My lover, friend, companion of soul and mind
Oh how I wish I hadn't acted so
I wish I had not turned by head in pride
Return to spring, to folly I rewind
Your love ever warm and true
Softly, your gently form would find my side.
And you would love and I would hide
bravely rebelling those who
turned their foolish heads in pride.
But when autumn left me two things to decide
I followed voices, little did I know
I would push away your form by my side.
And move through years denying feelings deep inside
now I live regretting how I let you go
and if I had not turned my head in pride
perhaps your gentle form would find my side.
Euphony: Cacophony
smooth and sultry
swingin' jazz
yeah stevie
swayin' seein' sounds
an' vibrant full soul
melodies
Hey! Next track
Wonder funks
Poppin' brass in
Bright golden bursts
Dancin' kids jump
and bump their hips
Keepin' time with
Groove that's all their own
Stevie showed 'em with his swayin
swingin' funk
an' jazz
Wonder movin' dounds of smooth and timeless pulse.
Sr. Poetry (WN #15)
swingin' jazz
yeah stevie
swayin' seein' sounds
an' vibrant full soul
melodies
Hey! Next track
Wonder funks
Poppin' brass in
Bright golden bursts
Dancin' kids jump
and bump their hips
Keepin' time with
Groove that's all their own
Stevie showed 'em with his swayin
swingin' funk
an' jazz
Wonder movin' dounds of smooth and timeless pulse.
Sr. Poetry (WN #15)
Boût Rimé
A story I bring from royal lines of palace balls and feasts gourmet
Revealed secrets of cowardly knights and queens much too fond of creme brulee
as famished proles trudge through blizzards, volcanic floods, and hurricanes
The Brother's Grimm were hired, repairing image, for a more fame-friendly
reason Princess Schizo was locked in her tower
Once in bloom, she found her thrown after her perch was knocked gently by a small
passing asteroid
her beauty made the masses fall faint and they subdued to its power
Charming princes who delighted in her evening demeanor, by morning were chained
to a desk
Seeking more pleasurable conversation, she slipped into their tea something that slightly
resembled an Altoid
Far prior to FDA regulations, these mints often left her guests slightly paranoid
But by darkness they enjoyed her playful flirtations and rare talent of twisting her fine body
into a pretzel
And during hide-and-seek the princess found the perfect chance to run off with her secret Mongdoid.
Later, when forced into her monthly bath, it was discovered that in her place was a robot.
At once the courtyard was alerted of scandal and half-priced wiener-schnitzel
and the hermit realized London wasn't really so cloudy, it was merely his breath
on the window pane
(The harsh truth of which resulted in a terrible carpet stain)
Meanwhile, the princess forgets her former life of fame
Of course in these tales a witch or two always thickens the plot
So while the town is all gossip and the view picturesque
And peasant beauties dream of princes and palace acclaim
The hag has joined the hermit
Chasing princess reclining on the lap of her Mongolian lover
whose face exerted signs of unending grotesque.
Sr. Poetry (WN #14)
Definition: Bout- Rimes is French for "rhymed ends." A bouts- rimes poem is created by one person's making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given.
(Ed. note: Not sure where the rhymes went... but I do remember creating the list of words as a class.)
Revealed secrets of cowardly knights and queens much too fond of creme brulee
as famished proles trudge through blizzards, volcanic floods, and hurricanes
The Brother's Grimm were hired, repairing image, for a more fame-friendly
reason Princess Schizo was locked in her tower
Once in bloom, she found her thrown after her perch was knocked gently by a small
passing asteroid
her beauty made the masses fall faint and they subdued to its power
Charming princes who delighted in her evening demeanor, by morning were chained
to a desk
Seeking more pleasurable conversation, she slipped into their tea something that slightly
resembled an Altoid
Far prior to FDA regulations, these mints often left her guests slightly paranoid
But by darkness they enjoyed her playful flirtations and rare talent of twisting her fine body
into a pretzel
And during hide-and-seek the princess found the perfect chance to run off with her secret Mongdoid.
Later, when forced into her monthly bath, it was discovered that in her place was a robot.
At once the courtyard was alerted of scandal and half-priced wiener-schnitzel
and the hermit realized London wasn't really so cloudy, it was merely his breath
on the window pane
(The harsh truth of which resulted in a terrible carpet stain)
Meanwhile, the princess forgets her former life of fame
Of course in these tales a witch or two always thickens the plot
So while the town is all gossip and the view picturesque
And peasant beauties dream of princes and palace acclaim
The hag has joined the hermit
Chasing princess reclining on the lap of her Mongolian lover
whose face exerted signs of unending grotesque.
Sr. Poetry (WN #14)
Definition: Bout- Rimes is French for "rhymed ends." A bouts- rimes poem is created by one person's making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given.
(Ed. note: Not sure where the rhymes went... but I do remember creating the list of words as a class.)
My wings blow chasing after
the wings that I have grown.
Unfolded on my own.
Implicating I am willing, now,
to Live
Unafraid.
A breeze has lifted my youthful,
grounded, clumsy soul into the
Twilight Air.
Freely moving,
Unaware of lessons shown to me
This twilight
(A gap between the worlds).
Release my bare and rhythmic feet
from leading
Beating, pounding heart
is choosing Northeast sunrise
Hinting violet hues unknown.
My wings stretch unafraid
to welcome
Day, my soul discovered
To embrace all to be shown.
Sr. Poetry (WN #12) (Ed. note: Wow, lame.)
the wings that I have grown.
Unfolded on my own.
Implicating I am willing, now,
to Live
Unafraid.
A breeze has lifted my youthful,
grounded, clumsy soul into the
Twilight Air.
Freely moving,
Unaware of lessons shown to me
This twilight
(A gap between the worlds).
Release my bare and rhythmic feet
from leading
Beating, pounding heart
is choosing Northeast sunrise
Hinting violet hues unknown.
My wings stretch unafraid
to welcome
Day, my soul discovered
To embrace all to be shown.
Sr. Poetry (WN #12) (Ed. note: Wow, lame.)
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