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Undressed Poetry

I write songs without a tune... You hear my words like crashing balloons... I had a tug of war with sounds and notes... As my words lie naked in the pocket of my coat... The volume control is missing but a beat is still found... And soon my undressed poem danced to its own sound...

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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 3/20/2012 2:56:00 AM

I really like how you ended this on a hopeful note (yes, pun intended!! :D) -- as long as the rhythm is there-- dance and move to it, and words will follow :) Liked your title for this too :D--sending you hugs :)! soupmail in a bit!

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/19/2012 12:20:00 AM

I can feel the beat..and the sound Michael..SOmehow poetry and music will always go hand in hand.. just like peas and carrots :)yay...Charma

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/18/2012 4:55:00 PM

I love this personified poem, Michael. Short and cute. Oh, and forgot to say thanks for my win. Thanks too for the inspiration for my writing it!

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 3/18/2012 3:14:00 PM

Let's dance to this Michael! Your songs and poems are always a delight to read and the beat is always there.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/18/2012 12:07:00 PM

music and poetry go hand in habd Michael luv.. in the end making beautiful melodies merging together.. now there is a grand idea.. why don't we collab on a song or two??? a fantastic voyage luv.. this expressive piece is written from your sweet soul .. JG always and forever ..xoxo..

Nette Onclaud

Date: 3/17/2012 1:45:00 PM

michael, this is satisfaction guaranteed; a lilting piece that draws me in!.. fantastic..best wishes and huggs!:)