"scherzo" poems
Brings her orchestra
fixed to pitched agate
Her unwinding demolition
is in the saying
Her hunting grounds
break over seance bells
On oak and violin
floods
The unanswered
arrows
The advent
Her scherzo opens
Wolves balance
in the driving
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:41 AM UTC
* whirls and twirls
and notes of stories
your elegant dancing fingers
bring life to the air
a harmony of beauty
a melody with love
keys of union
blending chime and cord
with masterful
precision, a euphony
of bliss, a vibration
of magical, brilliant
passionate sensation
awe and elation
grace and grandeur
sonata
rhapsodies
notturno
mazurka
fantasies
scherzo
dreamily
tranquil
energetic
and tender
with fire and life
a frenzy of symphony
assaults my senses
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties
he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection
music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts
distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand
a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities
sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies
in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on
power to the people and their triumph over the regime
it was a strategic ironic play
Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact
une blague, a sort of joke to mock society
an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein
dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention--
--deadpan, not looking up once from his paper
it was clear, he had his own opinion
a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell
at a time when all were violently silenced
the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements
one only had to listen to his symphonies to find
dimitri's was a very attuned mind.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC
Like Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 Scherzo
You had a different movement with a passage of light that danced around my aura
Left me in an anagnorisis state; a realization.
Once so obscure so ambiguous, now became more clear
The idea of you leaves me floating in euphoria
I used to like when you were mysterious
But as I grow
As we grow
I realize that nothing is more exceptional
Then having the ability to easily read into your heart and mind
I yearned for your motives to become more visible
Because my attraction to an abnormal union changed
I now wanted love that was a bit more traditional, If you get what I'm saying.
But even if you don't, that's okay
It's just that I've never felt this way
Living completely immersed in our harmonious fusion of love
Blessed that our paths crossed leaves me with yet another reason to prayerfully thank Him above.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Lustiges Zusammensein der Landleute (Happy gathering of country folk)
Piping rises in the air,
rough fingers tapping a rhythm
as earth stained feet
circle to nature's beat.
A scherzo of blurring colours
and laughter
seeping into the ink
of Beethoven's notebook.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
now, how long shall i
fake the dance,
and let the life pun
circumstance?
consider it luck
the fools i get to note?
my God is one
of humor, see
he plays such lovely...
melodies
the scherzo-His, is one
i know by rote
the users feign
their words, His name
and lie to sheep
to push their fame
but Hell has little holes
in which to writhe
for He does see
it makes me smile
as they do jig
their wares awhile
the jokes on those who'll
burn for money'd piles
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
Hopelessly dependent on your heads and hands
were the pieces of me strewn on your platters
spinning wildly, correcting, dissecting my faces
praying for movement of the allegro, sans.
*{An insidious little fox with her naughty tail
came to wrap around my being and close
never you mind what transpired next,
a shattering soul was no longer frail.}*
But back and forth the fugue swings
never fulfilling the adagio's haste
the remnants of me are long since lost
scrambling for nothing, my madness sings.
Now I am left with no memory or past
now there's naught to look forward to
now I can die a regretful death
now the scherzo, can take flight, at last.
No tears shall fill this olive grove
the sorrows of a few grace its arches
the final movement is now at hand
slump, lively, into the irony of the allegro.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
Lustiges Zusammensein der Landleute (Happy gathering of country folk)
Piping rises in the air,
rough fingers tapping a rhythm
as earth stained feet
circle to nature's beat.
A scherzo of blurring colours
and laughter
seeping into the ink
of Beethoven's notebook.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
her hand will be moonlight
by him: quietly
have we become beautiful
sound? movement of dancers
and fangs of music— birds
stirring elsewhere,
abandoning trees, you
and trilling waywardly across sound, me
all is disquiet in days your lips
have sung honeyed softness
i could hear it like a flower
whose petals are blue
deepening in silence.
her smile will be harlequinade
by him and an adagio of scherzo
by her will make feet trample
the accident of water: pond-strove
of love's bend asks
have we become rivers
leaping in temporal splendors
as when it will never
give sleep its ****** whiteness again
i sing through morning's trek
and we, deeper then rain-washed stone,
will be all but moon and dark,
oh, you, me — unclosed without protest
pressed against the wall
of love's domain.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
Luxuries and treacheries
disguise themselves
as the other
It's an egregious cycle
A mundane ellipsis
My head spins
in time with
wherever it originated
I don't know
if it will
have a grave
though I hope
and pray
-cj
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
Un nuovo Papa
Una nuova speranza
Addio a Papa Francesco
Chi ha fatto un lavoro meraviglioso come Alto Clero
Come sappiamo, l'età non crede alle dinastie
Veniamo, andiamo e ce ne andiamo come un bacio
Ogni tanto c'è bisogno di sangue nuovo
E naturalmente è naturale; Non è un crimine
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
Abbiamo una nuova speranza
Abbiamo un nuovo Papa
Un nuovo leader per la Chiesa cattolica
L'indagine è conclusa, le elezioni sono concluse, la controversia è finita
Da diversi decenni ormai nessun uomo o nessuna donna è eterno
Gli ultimi Papi sono stati gentili, umili, sinceri e universali
Spero che questo pontefice sia migliore del precedente
(Non è uno scherzo) Chi siede in Cielo
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May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
She begins as a Scherzo in the darkness.
Soft as the scent of a flower in the desert.
She manifests in your dreams with a vengence that cannot be ignored.
Her scent pervades your waking thoughts, and drives your reason.
Her only desire that you drink her in so she can fill your veins with the warmth she promises.
Like Swedish ivy she extends her hand and wraps around yours as a lover.
You move she moves your Dark Mistress of the glass relentless in her pursuit.
Lest you loose yourself in her eyes you call her name "EGO" and shes Gone!
Flamma Constringitur.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC