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7/11/2017 5:49:47 AM
An honest opinion	The Climax Elegant frequent interludes Ebony and ivory harmonized The maestro raises his hands A single note from violin Reverberates the soul within Piano keys dance the storm Conductor's baton waves the way The orchestra now as one Vibrations pounding in my heart Sweet cellos and harps sing Two dueling clarinets take front stage Silhouetted angels fill the mind As the beating of timpanis start A fluttering flute swiftly flies With dulcet melodies swirling about A double bass begins the final coda Then blissfully, I open my eyes edited by Rick Keeble on 7/11/2017 edited by Rick Keeble on 7/11/2017 edited by Rick Keeble on 7/11/2017
7/11/2017 7:26:49 PM
Still trying to write a poem	To write in a way so it comes across, With meter and rhyme so nothing is lost, Sounds easy to most but Oh pray tell, Like adding cadence and metaphor well. But I'm no expert so I seldom comment, I mostly enjoy reading without lament, A finely crafted poem, a life of its own, Effects me deeply, gets me in the zone. Though I will admit I'm just an old softy, Most that I've read did touch me subtly, Since I was a young man with pen in his hand, Tried to mimic the greats and think I was grand. As the years rolled on I could see the truth, I was just a fool and quietly seemed aloof, Remembering once what my father would say, I'm good for nothing as he walked the other way. As something came from nothing we surmise, I lived my life with all that it truly implies, In the spirit of good fortune, I write in my rhymes, And try to incorporate the feelings and times. edited by Rick Keeble on 7/11/2017 edited by Rick Keeble on 7/11/2017 edited by Rick Keeble on 7/17/2017
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