"andante" poems
You unscrew the jar; Orion’s climactic sigh spills—
A cello’s low A hums—our triad, C and E—the night skies.
Your thumb caresses pulse down my throat, andante, it drills
through myth—not his hunt, but the damp heat between our thighs.
We’ve plucked Lyra’s rusted chords, restrung her spine
to thrum with your breath, not some dead muse’s cords.
Stars crack like old records; we skip, we refine—
our bed, a cradle for light, shed our sheer white peignoirs.
You fear the jars dim? Let me mouth the black core
of Cassiopeia—choke her brittle groan,
then laugh as you arch—my crescendo, your score—
each note a plum’s burst where her language had flown.
Your teeth score my shoulder. The dark soars, unconfined—
We swallow the arias. Let the void choke on mine.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
There is no experience in the world
that I cherish more
than hearing my father play the piano.
It's imperfect and beautiful and
sounds
like
home.
The notes are often choppy, and there are pauses
as his mind turns over what keys to play next --
sort of like our lives as a family.
We're awkward
and have
broken periods,
but altogether we're making music.
Every breath a note,
every laugh a chord,
every "I love you" a harmony
that
only our family
can hear.
And there's staccato! arguments,
and there's fortissimo days with pianissimo nights,
and there's repeat on repeat on repeat,
making our lives seem
constantly andante.
But life is like a series of randomly placed fermatas --
unpredictable, yet musically enriched because of it.
And I wouldn't want it any other way.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro ***** cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the **** crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
White is the nursemaid on the parade.
Is she real, as she flirts with me unafraid?
I raced through the leaves as white as water...
Ghostly, flowed over the nursemaid, caught her,
Left her...edging the far-off sand
Is the foam of the sirens' Metropole and Grand;
And along the parade I am blown and lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd.
The guinea-fowl-plumaged houses sleep...
On one, I saw the lone grass weep,
Where only the whimpering greyhound wind
Chased me, raced me, for what it could find."
And there in the black and furry boughs
How slowly, coldly, old Time grows,
Where the pigeons smelling of gingerbread,
And the spectacled owls so deeply read,
And the sweet ring-doves of curded milk
Watch the Infanta's gown of silk
In the ghost-room tall where the governante
Gesticulates lente and walks andante.
'Madam, Princesses must be obedient;
For a medicine now becomes expedient--
Of five ingredients--a diapente,
Said the governante, fading lente...
In at the window then looked he,
The navy-blue ghost of Mr. Belaker,
The allegro ***** cocktail-shaker--
And his flattened face like the moon saw she--
Rhinoceros-black (a flowing sea!).
2.2k
Your sigh—flute’s trill upon my waiting neck,
Awakens chords that hum beneath my breast.
Melodies where naked spirits—erect,
Notes wild and free, where passions seek their crest.
Each touch, a whole note, bodies, andante, coalesce,
A prelude to a symphony of our scents,
Where songs of pleasure swell, we gently press,
Our emotions we softly bare—no consent.
Your skin, a sun-warmed drum—hands descend,
We resonate in rhythms—smooth and deep.
Exploring with you, lost in sweet desires, ageless spent.
I taste the salt where gentle currents seek sleep.
Our inner music flows, a tide without a name,
In Gaia's Soothing Haven, our bodies, unashamed.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
Marry me a sugar daddy
It about stability and a sense of security
And ways of staying happy and not about the money
I need my life to shine bright like diamond
It might be critical, it might be political
All that matters, is where I lay my head
I am a happier with my decision
Because when I go to hell
I am going Gangnam style
With a wide range of emotions; Andante
I just am going to marry me sugar daddy.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The good life is not only about the money
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
a dew glitter, frozen dawn, the bird flies.
waving branches, a single tree, so unclear,
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
shattered threshold, rendered abyss, the skies,
blind hands, trembling flame, the river dries.
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
a dew glitter, frozen dawn, the bird flies.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
intermission with the UMSL Orchestra
The backstage hall was wall-to-wall smiles.
Just moments before,
Barbara Harbach had charged the stage
after we premiered her joyous Jubilee Symphony
screaming at them all the way,
"That was spectacular"!
The Arianna Quartet's Kurt and Joanna
stormed down the steps
spewing out pieces of their minds
in no uncertain terms
"excellent" - "great job" - "beautiful".
I preferred to hang out on the edge
wrapped in the silken echoes
of Tchaikovsky's Andante cantabile
(so eloquently sung by our youthful strings).
Intermission was up and it was
back to work time.
In the abyss of despair
over his dying ears,
Beethoven flooded the world
with the blazing sunglow
of his prophetic second symphony
and it was now up to us
to pass on the word.
Just call me,
"Grateful (underscore) 1".
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Flowing voice-
such a sweet aria!
only such arabesque
allegretto beauty
could ameliorate
shakespeare, mozart
with only mere words.
Andante ambiance
azure bliss blossoms
when gaze meets gaze.
lovely cadence
your dusty rose lips
whisper dulcet
promises of eternity
Oh eternity!-
how short it does sound!
But yet eternity
must efflux at some time
we will hold eachother
in the next eternity
and the one after
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
You're a song in my head
I hum every night before I sleep.
I want to play you on my acoustic
But I'm missing a chord,
Or a transition.
I need to put words to you,
So I can whisper-sing the lyrics
Under my breath when I daydream.
You resonate around my cerebral walls,
Clear and deep andante when I remember being in your hands.
Sometimes barely encapsulated four-four time
When I think of us drifting around each other.
And your agape eyes are the bridge
Crescendo..
Crescendo.....
Crescendo........
© NDHK
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 5:21 AM UTC
Movement no.1
Andante con moto
Farewell.
I am leaving you
with the sweetness
and the sadness
of every creature on this earth
draped over my shoulders
as a shroud
We rest now
before the final struggle
looking down upon our lives
from a precipice
The wind calls up
a faint sound
a song
of healing
as resignation
So bring forth the dirge
let dogs and oboes
cue the horns
as we embark
upon a tender struggle
We are whipped back
and forth
between grief and glory
in this life
an indifferent life
lush with raw power
But thankfully
at the end of every day
there is sleep.
Movement no. 2
Im tempo eines gemächlichen Ländlers. Etwas täppisch und sehr derb.
Dance returns
and goes mad
Who could lift a leg
that high?
Not I.
The music careens
off the walls
in a dissonant minuet
of the hours
The clenched teeth
of each and every minute
grind here
as if time itself
took heel
and made a sparkling trace
across the pines
of this exalted floor of dance.
Movement no. 3
Rondo Burleske: allegro assai. Sehr trotzig.
A music major's delight.
Fugues against fugues.
Dense contrapuntal figures
and sarcastic counterpoint
shouting out
from the back of the class.
And then
just love
confused perhaps
but real love indeed.
Movement no. 4
Sehr langsam und noch zurüclhaltend
The violin
noblest of instruments
takes its place
In bitter sorrow
life soon lost
the fruit of the tree
is extinguished
the promise of green days
burned by drought
All is withheld.
There is peace at the end
but no joy
the abyss is only silence
and a taut string
connecting us
to eternity.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Well hello, all, I’m your maestro ceremonious
they call me Lokonious, purveyor of the odious
so sit back, relax, and celebrate the… atonalness?
A: Andante con fuoco
We’re goin’ a cappella so let me say first
your style’s ba-roke, now let’s get on with the verse
you’re all up in the scale with a falsetto pitch
hittin’ soprano like a castrato *****
my mind is sharp, while you’re stuck outta key
my rhythm’s all natural, you can’t find a beat
you need some help ’cause you’re out on your own
find that ****** on a subway, the metro-nome
B: Allegro con brio
throw down the fermata and hold up a minute
your ***** a cacophony, no way to spin it
and son, i ain’t broke, my style’s all classical
you just can’t register that my words are magical
I spit rhymes in fantasy, can’t you see that you’re beat?
And they thought an allegro was unfit for elegy
A: Moderato col legno
well as for your girl, it may sound corny
the ***** loves my brass ’cause she’s: oh so *****
dispel your illusion, i got one more
your girl’s like a crime show… easy to score
B: Allegretto grazioso
your intellect is minor and your insults are bassless
your composition’s hardly a harmony: graceless
your cymbalism’s trite, and your motif’s unknown
an unfocused opus full of dissonant drones
A: Affrettando agitato
get out my face with your unnatural rap
you spit cold air and your lyrics are flat
you’ve got no harm while my canon’s a gat
so work on your refrain, ‘fore I bust da cap-OOOHHHHH
B: Coda
pull your weak crap, ’cause you’re outta your mode
such imperfect rhymes that we’re calling a cod-a
no time for the fanfare, you’re trying my patience
an end to your requiem, bring out the cadence
So that’s their story, best not get involved
their fight’s an augmented fourth: difficult to resolve
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
The cello
mother of music
sings peacefully
from the eye of the storm
A peace purchased
at the price of certitude
Piano provides counterpoint
restrained
elegant
its curtains of sound
dream their own dreams
and a longing violin
makes love to
the air itself
We march deliberately
to this tempo
stepping in time
to the sweet
and terrifying strains
of our own mortality
The composer
died
at thirty one years.
Why - how
have I lived so long?
Perhaps
to hear this music as if for
the first time
and so share it
with the sky.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
She ran from me
in her voyeuristic
tendencies.
Bespectacled in the night,
she shed away her divinity
this girl with a penchant for tragedy.
A dramatic prelude to her kiss
would be the fixations of the poet
to her eyes and lips and skin.
Those which he can only recall
in music--
the slow andante of violin strings
entangled in the coasts
of her body.
Come morning you wake
to the tune of silence.
You could never tell her
those three words she longed to hear.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Strong, hefty dynamics with a crescendo-ing beginning
Living as though you could fly
You try your hardest
Finally, the melody accompanied by such bewildering brass
Making you believe in human flight
Of the mind
The soul
And the mentality of each body
The andante section arrives with light and graceful woodwinds
Creating softer atmospheric winds
Suddenly, you start to fly
Spiritually, mentally
There are accidentals
There is cut time
Running eighth notes in the woodwinds give you the energy
The energy to do whatever you want
Even to conquer the skies
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
Later tonight the back of my head will droop
careful as honey
leans over the
edge of silver
to sooth the
shame of
burnt toast
to reach a pillow of cool flexing whispers
green with the envy of roots instead of wings
always waving to the heavens a sweet hello
Later tonight I will find a rhythm-andante-
and my sole will kiss the underside of stones
changes in the
pitch will be
illuminated, chords will
resonate around the
cracks eroded in
the sidewalk
for blocks
and maybe the time can lead to another
set of paths deeply leaning into the curves my
lips make while whistling
Perhaps I will build a house cradled in
cherry blossoms heavy with perfume
inside- a couch
for thinking, neighboring
blank paper eager
to be reunited
as always
with ideas
throaty breath heats the cheeks of petals and all
the knots tangled with my laces will be reread
and I will begin to understand, Later tonight
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
Despite people constantly explainings music theory
I’ve never quite grasped the concept
Of different keys.
Because to me
Something would feel sharp and
Fall flat but
Be all too natural to you
And I had difficulty trying to articulate what I meant to say
Because we had such an interesting dynamic
And dissonance is positive when done correctly,
Right?
Constantly, you played chords on my heart strings
Like the threads wound tightly against the pegs on your guitar.
Beautifully
But never gently
Rarely slow
With some fascinating sort of
Passion
But not always the kind that I understood
And despite believing that your interest was genuine
I sometimes wondered if you got as much of a rush from
Holding the curves of that wooden body close to you
As you did from thriving on the attention that you got
When people saw that you had the skill
To manipulate something ordinary into something unique.
And I’ll admit
It got into my head
And caused me to fret
Refraining from over-analysis
Has never been my forte.
But somehow we always managed to bridge the gap
That our differences created
And accented the qualities that really made us harmonious.
Hoping you would not hesitate to
Pick me and
Bend me and
Guard me and
Let the notes ring loud and frenzied and
Place your hands
Along my neck
To let me be the fine-tuned
Instrument
Of your affection.
With lungs andante
And a heartbeat accelerando
I’d leave it up to you to conduct
A tempo.
While the melody lead us
In an entanglement of musical phrases and lyrical nonsense
That all came together.
I suppose.
But don’t ask me why,
I never understood music theory
I just know what I like to hear.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Presto,
with haste,
bring forth the measure,
striking sound to create.
Allegro,
with grace,
flow forth like a river,
beauty in God's eternal round.
Moderato,
with taste,
medium to the greats,
note upon note,
slowly mounting.
Andante,
with slackened pace,
venerable vineyard of sound,
sing forth,
no appeasement for the proud.
Adagio,
with measured blow,
The Hammer on anvil,
ring out your chord,
the tonic repeats below.
Presto,
cantabile,
homunculus,
the human voice,
Stradivari sings to us.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
I'm in love with a girl
And she's summer
Indigo, violet and mauve
I'm in a romance
A symphony
Andante, allegro, presto
I'm spinning in passion
A mystery
One in body and soul
I'm on a journey
A destiny
And tears are
Making me whole
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC
(Theme, Variations, and Coda)
Theme – Andante sognante
I dreamed last night...
It was a dream
Like one I've had before
Variations on a theme
My colleagues standing at my door
Guitarists all, I bid them in
And soon it's time to play
My teacher first, each one in turn
They play the night away
Var. 1- Agitato
But as they play I look around
For my guitar is gone
I look and look but cannot find
Then comes my time... “I can't go on!”
This is absurd. How can I play?
(What? Did I hide it by design?
Is this my “out” as light breaks day,
An ironclad alibi?)
“I can't perform, no, not today.
I'll have to play another time.”
Var. 2 – Appassionato
My time has come, and there I sit
With my guitar in hand
And wonder what the hell to play
My mind a porous shifting sand
Completely unprepared I sit
And pray for intervention
I make up some simplistic ****
And play it with “emotion”
Var. 3 – Allegro con brio e subito calamitoso
This time round, it's different
I really want to play.
I'm ready, I'm inspired!
I'll play till break of day
I'll show them what I'm made of
They'll marvel and they'll cry
But my guitar just falls apart
“What? Why now? Why? WHY?”
The neck breaks off, the body splits,
the strings are hanging limply
I'm foiled again, I cannot play
I'm ******* (to put it simply)
Coda - Andantino Contemplativo
What does it mean, this silly dream
This wild subconscious spectre?
What nourishment for soul to glean
From such netherworldly nectar?
Hmmm...
I think that I should spend more time
With hands on wood and string
To reconnect with touch and sound
To let my veiled heart sing
To feel, and set those feelings free
Catharsis, true release
My sheepish nature put to bed
My denigration now to cease
For I have something bold to say
Now my true voice is ready
I'll sing again through wood and string
Rich and full and steady
Alive with truths that transcend words
Ego now at bay
Connecting with the universe
It's time for me to play
Fine
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
DESIGNIOS
Andante brisa
caminos y encuentros
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 4:01 AM UTC
let me take you to church on friday nights after gin and whiskey
roar ‘oh my god’ so she knows you like it
take communion when my thighs greet your face
- - - - taste thy gifts, which we are about to receive
knees rap the hardwood floor, make you beg for mercy
whisper sins in my ears, teeth bashed pillows no longer muffle
crying out your confessions, repent
- - - - keep it pseudo with a blindfold
dip deep, deliver baptisms when i get you wet
- - - - god is a woman in this bed, no more ****** mary’s
metamorphose **** into holy water
vocalize moans to the harmony of the gospel
precise fingers conduct the choir
- - - - adagio, andante, allegro - you designate
reach salvation when you ******
- - - - arch your back, thy will be (un)done
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
Melodic perfection winds through my ears
and finds my heart.
Authentic purity overcomes me
in the length of a cleansing sigh.
I am an extension of the music.
Let me fall through the lush lyrics
as they slip into nothingness,
chased by whispers of rhythms
that bow to the soft,
solo sad note.
Standing alone,
it is that suspended heartbreak
that becomes my very salvation.
I am captivated and hang motionless,
unable to control the cry for solace.
The silence that follows
carries naught
but a trembling tear.
Its slow, deliberate splash
deprives me of breath
and depraves the scant sanctuary
that is so painfully fragile.
The truth is now sustained;
We are the composition.
Awaken what is hidden
for a higher reminder
and walk me,
dance me,
romance me to the night’s contentment.
Only then do the wandering secede
to the late goodbye conveyed
by the instrumental vow
of the final vibrato.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Todo cambiara algún día, no sabría si para bien o para mal, si fuera para mal no sabría vivir la vida, en cambio si fuera para bien la vida sería más fácil que respirar. Y no hablo de plata, hablo de oro, oro puro y el único lugar donde lo puedo encontrar es en tu lindo mirar, porque tú eres bella, hermosa, brillante, que con una sonrisa tuya le alegras el día a cualquier andante, tu carácter amigable es incomparable, y tu mismo ser tan fascinante encandila cualquier otra amistad por qué tú eres inigualable, lo eres todo más que todo porque recuerda no eres plata eres oro.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
my fingers
beckoned by scents
stroke her hair;
as soft as silk
her ******* move
with gentle sighs
giving more than beauty
not flighting the distance
while the skin shimmers
as tender flowers
in an open meadow
her eyes play
like black beads
in the andante rhythm
of a desiring heart
hidden behind voile
looking for me,
in hopeless, shady smart
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC