Iron Poet #9
Style / Meter: Ode
Theme / Keyword: your favorite musicians instrument
The Iron Poet will judge and adhere to the parameters of an Ode set forth in the link above.
Explanation of Theme: Your favorite musician – rock, country, classical, etc, – and the instrument they play most. Create and write an ode to that instrument.
“Ode to B.B.’s Lucille”
Oh, Delta Bluesman’s wood and steel,
Rest easy in the lap of that old man, King,
He will play you, electric, like a woman, Lucille
Make you groan, moan, whine, tremble and sing.
He will hold you straight, through The Thrill’s fugitive night
Through Stormy Mondays, Rock Me Baby and Sweet Sixteen
Oh, everyday you may be shaken blue-buzzed and bent
But when the midnight vibe comes down and the sound gets tight
Burst forth you!, with notes so dark blue heavy, so light blue lean
Oh, slay the cost to be the boss, spike that whine, pay that rent!
“Ode to Mozart, a prodigy pianist”
Piano, how I love to hear to hear you sing!
Your harmonies and melodies delight.
When one with skill and talent, self does bring
To work their hands on keys of black and white.
Their soul through fingers coming fourth in song,
Portraying feelings from all parts of life,
Bringing fourth dancing and perhaps a smile
In little airs of grace or works quite long
Rousing my heart or cutting like a knife
My listening ears will longer for awhile.
And one above the rest I’d love to hear
Hands of a child on keys so strong and sweet.
To witness talent many still revere
His prodigy and music to entreat.
Audiences of royalty clamor
To witness his piano skills first-hand.
His first concert at only six years old
Did he soak up any of the glamor
As kings and queens held him in high demand,
Or did he let his music love unfold?
Alas, that it should be that in your day
No device could capture your sweet sound.
And only others hands can try to play
Your sheets of written music that abound.
I wonder if our hearts come close to yours
Do we get all the different feelings right?
When hands not yours join keyboard to contrive
Translations of your music to restore
Sounds to staff and notes on paper, white.
To bring your soul and music back alive.
“An Ode to Alison Krauss”
Music, sweet music, is what I hold dear
Brings a smile, and calms any fear
I’ve never seen or heard any about
Sound as sweet, as sweet Alison Krauss
An angel voice backed with a bluegrass band
Dobro, banjo, bass and mandolin
And my true love is to hear that memory
Backed with a complementing harmony
The sweetest song in any and every key
Relaxes me from the day, and sings me to sleep
Thank you sweet, sweet Alison Krauss
For your music, and all you’re about