by Peter Walsh |
Categories:
child, father daughter, children, my child,
What would we do without Cuddles
They help us to get out of muddles
When we're feelin' down, they replace a frown
And they fill us so full of Love Bubbles
Beethoven, Sparkles and Lulu
Far greater than anything Tragic
Eeyore, T-T-Tigger and Pooh
In Dreams that are filled full of Magic
Angels are made for believin'
Even if we've never seen them
They mind us at night, when we shut our eyes tight
And they help the Dream Fairies to Weave them
by Paloma P |
Categories:
emotions, joy, love, poetry, romance,
There was poetry in their lovemaking,
the way he brushed her hair aside
as he gazed piercingly into her eyes,
she welcomed his tender caresses
as well as his demanding fervor,
he cherished her sensually inclined
free spirit pleasing his every whim,
the rhythmic concerto between
them whispered Moonlight Sonata
& climaxing crescendos' finale
amid Beethoven's 5th symphony
of harmonious little deaths further
intimate refrains' melodic dalliance
by Maya Kaabour |
Categories:
love
there is a Spring goddess in the sky
she listens to Beethoven
too often
she holds the moon between her fingertips
sucks it dry like a jaw-breaker
her words are Holy
one day she got a paper-cut
and bled roses and rose petals
to planet earth.
These were the roses you gave me
on our first week together.
by Bobby May |
Categories:
love, magic,
Embracing eyes upon sight
Swirling as a whirlwind
Clasping lips together as one
Hearts in sync as a double bass
A Symphony of Violins
Quivering tones of Love
As Bass Woodwinds
With Sounds of Angels harps
Reaching deep into the soul
Beethoven whispering tunes
In this Theater
of Love
by Don Schaeffer |
Categories:
age, character, emotions, music, nature, sensual,
The faces are
stamped in.
They sit and play.
having done this
all their maturing lives.
It is familiar and new.
I love the immersion in
civilization, want more,
Like a tantalizing spice.
the faces reach into me,
dancing in soundspace.
The time
fused with sound,
are sufficient
in the faces of the men,
but in the woman's face
a permission remains.
by Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib |
Categories:
fun, funny love, love,
When he says he'll be
Right back
I profess to be
Left Beethoven
***
by Abigail Aye-Addo |
Categories:
love
There I go fussing
‘Cause you is coming
There I go smiling
It’s you I be loving
There I see heaven
In your perfect Beethoven
Humming, Here I come giving
Dead jealous of the living
In tune to your rhythm
Full chest heaving on a proud sternum
Here I find infinity
Comfort in your calming unity
When Jehovah bless the discernment, I’m hoping,
Its gon’be you I be loving
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
history, music, people,
Blessed is the world because of Beethoven's music.
Escaping pain, he played piano for his father.
Enduring, to avoid the wrath of the nightstick,
Transforming musical style; never mediocre.
Hopelessly in love with his “Immortal Beloved”
Overtaken by deafness, he composed with fervor.
Victorious, despite disability…patience.
Evermore an eccentric, music played in his head.
Never quitting, he immortalized perseverance.
© November 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
FORM: Acrostic with rhyme
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ANYWHICHWAY any theme/form max of 15 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
by Adeshina Aladeshawe |
Categories:
care, deep, hope, love, spiritual,
When you can sow words together and produce the finest poems
Like Armani turning a piece of clothing into a designer suit
When you put rhymes to verses and touch hearts
Like Pablo Picasso putting final touches to a piece of Art work
When you rouse emotion just by stringing the right words together
Like Beethoven or Marshall hitting the right notes on a sonata
Oh, when pour out your heart and soul with fervent passion
And spread deep thoughts just with the words you write
You keep the world in equilibrium and keep many a heart alive
Your words heal, comforts and reflect the pain of many lost souls
That is what you do, when you are a poet!
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
music, poetry,
BEETHOVEN PHRASIS
Dim,dim is my eye, oh had
my fate been joined,oh so
sweet once were the hours.
The morning air plays on my
face.Faewwell,bliss farewell.
Farewell mirth & hilarity the
kiss of a dear maid,her lip
had left.O let the night my
blushes hide,my love without
hope.How can I be blithe&glad.
From Beethoven song titles
by Diarra Boatswain |
Categories:
blessing, song,
Please dearest wonders of the world.
May my soul repent for my loss.
For it is all my doing.
Declare my blindness in Fur Elise.
Fauna,flora,all alike.
Let them refuse their gain of disbelief.
They must know of the song I sing.
The glory that it must bring.
1st movement,2nd movement.
I will soon slow to a crawl.
Fallen wings shall call me.
Come to me with open arms.
Something I recognize.
An unforgotten love lust.
The lack of distance between us.
It shall never grow!
Moonlight Sonata!
Shine on them,shine on me.
Feel the sympathy at last.
Dying among the symphonies.
Let the notes be left.
The world will find them again.
For they had found them before.
Amen,so be it.
by Curtis Moorman |
Categories:
faith, inspirational, music, peace, me, song, me, song,
FAVORITE SONG LYRICS
I love music from Hank Williams, Sr. to Beethoven
Their sounds deep inside my heart are interwoven
But nothing else can take the place
Of the words found in “Amazing Grace”
The phrase, “to save a wretch like me”
Remind me of God's love, you see
“Who once was lost but now am found”
Show me His blessings that abound
It set me free from turmoil and strife
And gave new meaning to my miserable life
Become familiar with its soulful words
No greater message can e'er be heard
I urge you to learn the entire song
If you do, my friend, you can't go wrong
You'll see for yourself why I say to you
Let this become your favorite song too
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories:
music,
Melodic ingenuity of Ludwig van Beethoven
raised music to the realm of art, cadence woven.
A piano virtuoso, he turned into a composer unique,
initiated the romantic era in coexistent classical music.
He infused momentum in symphony,
sonorous in the ninth with harmony.
A few love affairs he had,
but remained bachelor sad,
lived amidst failed romance in agony.
A romantic, he had a strong personality,
struggled heroically with deafness silently.
Despite affliction caused by leaded wine addiction,
composed transcendent music of designed perfection.
by George Zamalea |
Categories:
child, music, child,
Out of the sea, keeps the wave
On whose shores dying
Then they spread the pleasure
Of listening Chopin
Or the unborn child of the next door
Brings me a voice: "Close the eyes
To the Sea to which heaven
Has not been chosen."
The music powerful like love
To an unison, with human kind,
Let the Unborn child being born;
Not through a tender of unhappiness
But with anxiety like Chopin or Beethoven
Or Mozart, the self-bosom
Of this faithful gathering laughers,
And let be his desire as a future successor.
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
destiny, fate, introspection, lonely, loss, lost love, sorrow,
Immortal Belovéd!—barren am I
of thee, for like the wild-haired Beethoven,
never will I know thine love till I die:—
a man without a beauteous woman,
or hearth and children to make his own. Bless
thee, my dear! For love, warmth, affection—these
things: hath abandoned me with thine egress
from my life for ever....This—my disease,
my curse—an affliction of both mind and soul,
leaves me without thee: and forever alone,
ne'er knowing tenderness to make me whole:
dear Lord, I've none to love or call mine own!
For if Thou art good, O God in heaven,
then wherefore consumes my life this leaven!?
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
love,
Beside the window your field
Wide alone the moonlit night
Listening to Beethoven
Walking along with
Dodoitsu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ink Empress
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
music, tribute,
dim
dim
is the eye
sweet once
were
the hours
fate
has been
joined
bliss
bliss
farewell
the night
hides love
in a
blanket
of
sounds
evolving
evoking
tranquility
to depart
footsteps
in my mind
endlessly
emotion
memories
that
sway
wait
then
delay
on repeat
phrases
no comfort
from yesterdays
one day
follows
the other
as a
passing
cloud
to
tomorrow