Tag: poetry

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Uncategorized

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

by: E.E.CummingsOne of my favorite poems. My soulmate dedicated this poem to me not so long ago…

Diamonds

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature

Another day has come and gone away
Look over my phone to check if you’re awake
And here I lie asleep thinking: Will I see you again?
I pray to that God that you’ll still here to stay
Your voice haunts me time and time again
These memories just crash and here I pray
Remember those promises I made not long ago?
I’ll keep them and show you I’m something so much more…
I’m something more… I won’t go…
Your diamonds are falling
Oh, why? Can’t you see?
Can’t you see? You’re falling away from me…
I’m standing here outside your home
Waiting for you look outside
Remember when it rained, we talked all night?
That time our diamonds touched the sky?
Oh, please… please don’t let me be
Even if the winds change, beside you I will stay
To catch the diamonds you throw at me
To take us home where we should hide away
To hold you close until the dawn awaits
Your diamonds are falling
Oh, why? Can’t you see?
Can’t you see? That you mean the world to me…
you mean the world to me…
Please, stop from falling
Just let me catch you
This will go away
We’ll be free someday
Our plane ticket home
it’s just within our reach
just hold my hand
and count to three…
Diamonds stop falling
I’ll grab them, you’ll see
One day you’ll stop falling
You’ll stop falling for me…

Our Silent Night

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical, Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature

Crystal clear sky
Moon shining high
From a window, I can see
everything we have,
everything we can be…

In a distant land, they’ve told me
A mother holds her treasure
uncomfortable from the cold
warmed by her faithful companion
wishing to give something more…

…A wanderer stops, searching for heat
Boys and girls wait for their favorite day.
People rejoice, laugh and play

A humble tree, decorated, and sparkling shows
“The most wonderful time of the year”
Mistletoe, wreathes, and cookies
decorate our home, while our Rudolph
lays beside his gingerbread abode.

In the twilight I know
-just as the snow slows-
everything we’ve been,
everything we’ve known
all the memories unfold

Our first hello,
Our first goodbye,
Our first kiss,
Our lullaby
And here we are,
Together, at last
Together as one
In our first Silent Night…

Just smile

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Poetry/ Literature, Random!, Uncategorized

Softly smiling, hiding the crack

he said: “Don’t worry. I’m ok.”

They all stand, clap and cheer

Smiling broadly, he turns around

Standing ovation.

He’s not here.

-Musical Poetry

Do not stand at my grave and weep

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 

By: Mary Elizabeth Frye 

As I write in this piece of paper…

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

As I write on this sheet of paper

I feel as my life is twiddling ‘round

Moments come

Moments go

A moon under the sun

Makes an eclipse

While we loose our time

Watching it

As she looks at us from above

 

 To see you as you read on by

A chance of my mind

you take your time

While you read on out

You may sure find

That I have nothing to give

Nothing at all…

 

As I write on this sheet of paper

I wonder why

So many people dedicate to this job

As a musician, writer, songwriter, actor, teacher, tutor I know

What I know is true

Those who convey emotions on paper last a lifetime

Just ask those who we still read today

 

Society teaches us

That to read

To write

To sing

To laugh

Is wrong and it’s bad

 

Ask the next generation and be sure

That they will be lost

Depressed, helpless

Only to read from us

The fighters

And want to see what life would be

As we saw it

Through our lives

 

As I write on this sheet of paper

I see your smiling face

You look for hope and understanding

And I give you my grace

Not all is lost my dear friend

You will find your way

Just look outside

And you’ll find

Music is around you

Under the moonlight sun

Where you can

Smile and laugh

While you conduct your dream

Across the sky.

 

Madrigal

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

“Anhelo respirar tu aura, retornar al pasado y besar tu blanca piel escasa de ternura y curarte con mis apasionados abrazos llenos de placer. Revisar tus pupilas cobrizas y fundir en tu ser un sentido de esperanza con un toque de ternura con sabor a pasión. Me embruja tu cuerpo, pálido con impresiones de tu historia por este terrenal y solo aspiro poder revelar todas las historias que me tienes que contar. Me encantaría rozar tu alma con la mía, fusionar nuestras alegrías y ser uno con el mundo que nos rodea, ver las estrellas y saborear tu nombre mientras gimes el mío. Pero urgentemente quisiera hacerte feliz, tanto como me has hecho a mi, de encontrar un ángel en este valle que antes ha sido de soledad y saber que tengo un puente y eres el puerto de mi felicidad.”

Let’s Chat Over Coffee- Chapter 6

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Chat over Coffee, Choral Music, Coffee, Fan Fic, Music, Musical, Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Short Story, Uncategorized

Chapter Six

                 So was this you trying to impress me? By tripping on the carpet. By the way that cinnamon dolce latte is really good. It might be a new favorite. It might be. Said Colin smirking. Oh shut it. I did not trip. As I told you the Earth rotated against my will. Didn’t you come here to help me? Instead you are judging my amazing Earth rotating abilities? I am disappointed at you. Judging someone over they’re abilities. Said Bradley holding his literature book. Ok ok, I’ll stop judging you. Now what is it that you don’t understand? Said Colin smirking. Ok… Here-  Bradley hands Colin a yellow folder labeled “To-Do List”- The ones I can’t figure out are the ones marked in yellow. – Do you even understand the material? There has to be like 30 terms! Colin said surprised. And that’s why I need your help. Said Bradley with one of his award-winning smiles. Ok. So let’s starts with the Iambic Pentameter…

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                 Bad night, Arth? Said Eoin, rummaging in the fridge. “Why are you in my flat? I was informed that you were moving out last week.” Said Bradley throwing himself to the couch. “I knew you wouldn’t live without me.” Said Eoin as he bit an apple. “That means you couldn’t find a flat that was cheap enough, close to the bar and college. And the fact that you can’t cook makes it harder for you to live ‘cause you cant live with just Beer and Healthy Choice’s Café Steamers.” Bradley got up from the couch and heads to the kitchen and slaps Eoin in the head. “So that means you have to pay rent on time, buy groceries and pay half in everything. If you can’t do that I will kick you out.” “I am pleased to inform you that you are going to buy dinner ‘cause as you can see my former flat mate ate everything and now I don’t have anything to eat.” Said Bradley hitting Eoin again but with an orange. “Fine! I’ll order some pizza. At least you have some of that wimpy beer”- Hey! Smirnoff is not a “wimpy beer” and what are you talking about? You drank half of them last week!  Said Bradley insulted. Exactly, I didn’t get wasted. Hence why its wimpy and you should buy straight up vodka. What’s the number of the pizza place?  Said Eoin after munching another piece of apple and fumbles with his krazor.

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For what it’s worth

I miss you…

Why do you linger?

Why do you stay?

Can’t you see this can’t happen?

Not this way?

 

Colin tries to shake his thoughts as he sits down. Closing his eyes he exhales and places his hands on the keys. He opens his eyes; his hands linger over a C7th  he shifts his hands as he meticulously starts playing. Exhaling and inhaling with the beats, he closes his eyes. An amalgam of arpeggios, chords bounce off the walls and fly off the tiny cubicle. Students stop and stare at Colin’s piano playing, asking each other “who is the virtuoso pianist?”

                 When he finished playing, he could feel himself sweaty and hyperventilating. Oblivious to the crowd outside, he closes the piano, picks up his bag and heads to the door. Colin halts as he stares at the people staring back at him. He starts to slowly move towards the door as he looks at the students fleeing the scene and only one figure is left. Colin opens the door and recognizes Eoin. “So why aren’t you studying music. You studied with Gaius didn’t you?” “ Um, yeah I-” Colin started to ramble. “I don’t know why you stopped playing, but you should continue, I’m looking forward to more of you impromptu concertos” Eoin smiles as he flips his black wavy hair to the side as he smiles cockily. “Could you at least tell me what it was?” “The people united will never be defeated, the Variations 27-29th by Federic Rzewski” Said Colin in shock. Eoin walked away as he said “I’ll see you when I see you, mysterious pianist”.

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Here’s a video of the piece Colin played:

Briser mon cœur

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

 
Break my heart
Shatter my smile
Make me feel
as if I was another lad
 
Shut me down
Make me cry
Shatter my soul
To see if I survive
 
Knock on my door
To shut it back again
Leave me to die
In this miserable place
 
Exile me
Make me numb
Shatter the dreams
of you and I
 
What if I want you?
But you decide to quit
After all these amazing days
After all those “I will make you stay”
 
Eradicate my existence
Destroy my soul
For once you’re gone
I’ll be gone for good