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Music Moves.

Smooth bass tones,
they come from my heart,
the world slips from my grasp,
the only thing in my hands now are thick bass strings,
I play,
I tone life out,
I rock the world away,

musicworldi do not know?

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Andrea Dietrich

March 28, 2013 at 10:39 PM

I love this, associating your mood with an instrument and tone. COOL!!

Honestly J.T.

January 15, 2013 at 5:32 PM

Nicely done. Good poem - JH

Anonymous Ah

February 27, 2010 at 2:00 PM

Hell yeah!

Michael J. Falotico

February 18, 2010 at 10:28 AM

I like this Jo, short sweet. I love music.. and thank you for your wonderful comments on mine. First time I ever shared them, I added some more. Love to hear you comments.. thanks Mike

Ravindra K Kapoor

February 16, 2010 at 9:12 AM

What a love for Music which springs from the heart. Beautiful poem with great ideas to rock the world. Amazing and wonderful. Thanks for such a nice & lovely poem. And many thanks for your very unique and precious comments on my poem 'Pearl like Tears'. Your comments are like a treasure for me and can come from a beautiful mind & heart only. My good wishes and love ...Ravindra.... joanna smith

The Fringe

February 11, 2010 at 11:02 PM

Keep rocking girl. David

James Fraser

January 22, 2010 at 8:47 AM

Rock girl, rock > i love listening to music as i write Joanna, i enjoyed this little gem >> James

Katy Fulton

January 18, 2010 at 4:08 PM

i feel this one =)

Nicole Sharon Brown

January 18, 2010 at 2:54 PM

This poem moves me. Keep writing my friend!

James Ray Morris

January 18, 2010 at 9:13 AM

Beautiful, your poems, especially this one are expressed so well. Great read. Rock the word away!!!!!!!!......James

Sara Kendrick

January 11, 2010 at 1:58 PM

Music can relax the salvage beast within. Love the approach to the topic. Thanks for the comments on my work. You have soup mail. In my poem about "Love, Lust Or Joke" it was an idea about youth wanting that man and ending up trapped by their want and other ideas that came to me on that day when I was writing. We married ladies all at one time or another feel trapped even if it is on a day when the children won't turn us aloose long enough for us to go the bathroom or put on clothes. Sara