"holst" poems - Hello Poetry

For Denis Joe Alas, poor Pluto I knew him slightly Dangling out there On the sun system's edge Unsung by Holst Who knew him not at all. Furl browed tribunes smack their gavels And in a nano - second Planetary glory dashed to asteroids. Mighty Pluto busted to dwarfhood! [Brief moment of silence] Well, the dwarves will have to have Their own music now - Nothing Earth shattering like THE PLANETS. A humbler essay, say a trio For tuba, autoharp and cello. Modest but catchy tunes For little orbiters and shakers: XENA (warrior princess) CERES (goddess of grain) PLUTO (mythical silver smith) CHARON (underworld boat jockey) Oops, almost missed the big send off. There he goes now with Charon at the oars. Arrivederci little fellow. SNIFF!

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC

robert-c-howard

So Long, Pluto

For Denis Joe Alas, poor Pluto I knew him slightly Dangling out there On the sun system's edge Unsung by Holst Who knew him not at all. Furl browed tribunes smack their gavels And in a nano - second Planetary glory dashed to asteroids. Mighty Pluto busted to dwarfhood! [Brief moment of silence] Well, the dwarves will have to have Their own music now - Nothing Earth shattering like THE PLANETS. A humbler essay, say a trio For tuba, autoharp and cello. Modest but catchy tunes For little orbiters and shakers: XENA (warrior princess) CERES (goddess of grain) PLUTO (mythical silver smith) CHARON (underworld boat jockey) Oops, almost missed the big send off. There he goes now with Charon at the oars. Arrivederci little fellow. SNIFF!

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*keer op keer telkens weer vlak voor zonsopgang hoevaak nog wakker te worden met een steen in mijn buik hoevaak nog betraande ogen te openen in het holst van de nacht in de stilte na de storm als een zwarte koude wind je neemt me steeds weer eventjes mee naar een plek waar ik niet wil zijn nee het is er niet fijn het doet pijn keer op keer een geschaden vertrouwen wanneer laat je me met rust dit is wat het doet met een vrouw jij, geschaden vertrouwen ik wantrouw jou*

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Aug 15, 2017

Aug 15, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC

nienkella

Nachtmerrie

*keer op keer telkens weer vlak voor zonsopgang hoevaak nog wakker te worden met een steen in mijn buik hoevaak nog betraande ogen te openen in het holst van de nacht in de stilte na de storm als een zwarte koude wind je neemt me steeds weer eventjes mee naar een plek waar ik niet wil zijn nee het is er niet fijn het doet pijn keer op keer een geschaden vertrouwen wanneer laat je me met rust dit is wat het doet met een vrouw jij, geschaden vertrouwen ik wantrouw jou*

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i wish playing ukelele didn't remind me of you i wish the beach didn't remind me of you i wish fireworks didn't remind me of you i wish you didn't wear that one cologne that everyone wears because it reminds me of you and i smell you in every wannabe prepster boy that passes me on his way to the pencil sharpener i wish other girls didn't remind me of you because you're always talking to them but not me i wish holst suites didn't remind me of you, particularly the first i wish sunrises didn't remind me of you i wish late nights didn't make me think of you i wish the ghost of your skin didn't haunt this entire town until i am seeing tessellations of your silhouette in the brick walls you pressed me against i wish i weren't afraid to call you i wish you'd call me first i wish that song didn't remind me of you and by that song i mean that entire folder of songs on my computer, the one entitled whatever because that is all you were supposed to mean to me but now, you are more, more than a whatever and whatever did i have to dream of before i kissed you? i wish i could sleep but the morning reminds me of how i'll never wake up next to you

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Mar 1, 2013

Mar 1, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC

keely-anne

wishes, silhouettes, and dreamings

i wish playing ukelele didn't remind me of you i wish the beach didn't remind me of you i wish fireworks didn't remind me of you i wish you didn't wear that one cologne that everyone wears because it reminds me of you and i smell you in every wannabe prepster boy that passes me on his way to the pencil sharpener i wish other girls didn't remind me of you because you're always talking to them but not me i wish holst suites didn't remind me of you, particularly the first i wish sunrises didn't remind me of you i wish late nights didn't make me think of you i wish the ghost of your skin didn't haunt this entire town until i am seeing tessellations of your silhouette in the brick walls you pressed me against i wish i weren't afraid to call you i wish you'd call me first i wish that song didn't remind me of you and by that song i mean that entire folder of songs on my computer, the one entitled whatever because that is all you were supposed to mean to me but now, you are more, more than a whatever and whatever did i have to dream of before i kissed you? i wish i could sleep but the morning reminds me of how i'll never wake up next to you

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My golden brass Did you hear a silver tone. One day I remembered the sound we made. Oh boy with thirteen trys I played the song of things. The sound was a still like a drop of rain. Great full Holst composed his eyes in vain. And now im chopping my lips with my dreaded lay over. Five years ago and now im searching the twenties For old photographs about the way I played. My heart stops and excepts the choices I made. Because the future now the preseant is grey like a grave. I still dream of film and simpler days. Like it was still ambitious When I see trombones sliding and clarinets deciding What reed made the sound of jazz.

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Jan 24, 2014

Jan 24, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC

jack-dalton

My old Brass

My golden brass Did you hear a silver tone. One day I remembered the sound we made. Oh boy with thirteen trys I played the song of things. The sound was a still like a drop of rain. Great full Holst composed his eyes in vain. And now im chopping my lips with my dreaded lay over. Five years ago and now im searching the twenties For old photographs about the way I played. My heart stops and excepts the choices I made. Because the future now the preseant is grey like a grave. I still dream of film and simpler days. Like it was still ambitious When I see trombones sliding and clarinets deciding What reed made the sound of jazz.

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I had a dream and I was laying on the grass of a football field with a girl. we were just talking. I asked her who her favorite composer was and she replied "Mary lou Williams" I had no idea who that was and had never her that name before, I lean over and say "I have to check her out" she said, "Yeah, we can do that, you'll be in love", she asked me the same, I replied "Alexander Scriabin". She said, "I love his work, he was before his time and completely underrated" That was the first time I felt that feeling. You know that feeling when you don't feel completely different because someone knew what you were talking about... That feeling. While sitting there, This guy walked onto the field and into the stands and asked if we could listen to him conduct and we said, "yeah". He puts his stand in place, raised his baton and began to tell us that people had called the piece "the Planets" but it wasn't holst, her and I looked at each other, looked at him then closed our eyes while he struck the downbeat to what reminded me of the StarWars opening mixed with Jupiter but Holst. She leaned in and I did the same. My heart was beating so fast... then my grandmother woke me up to tell me that there was still BBQ chicken from last night if was still hungry... YEP

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Oct 30, 2017

Oct 30, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC

kadeem-d-calhoun

Just a night on a football field.

I had a dream and I was laying on the grass of a football field with a girl. we were just talking. I asked her who her favorite composer was and she replied "Mary lou Williams" I had no idea who that was and had never her that name before, I lean over and say "I have to check her out" she said, "Yeah, we can do that, you'll be in love", she asked me the same, I replied "Alexander Scriabin". She said, "I love his work, he was before his time and completely underrated" That was the first time I felt that feeling. You know that feeling when you don't feel completely different because someone knew what you were talking about... That feeling. While sitting there, This guy walked onto the field and into the stands and asked if we could listen to him conduct and we said, "yeah". He puts his stand in place, raised his baton and began to tell us that people had called the piece "the Planets" but it wasn't holst, her and I looked at each other, looked at him then closed our eyes while he struck the downbeat to what reminded me of the StarWars opening mixed with Jupiter but Holst. She leaned in and I did the same. My heart was beating so fast... then my grandmother woke me up to tell me that there was still BBQ chicken from last night if was still hungry... YEP

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