Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

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. March 20, 2012 at 2:56 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 March 19, 2012 at 12:20 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 March 18, 2012 at 4:55 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 March 18, 2012 at 3:14 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 March 18, 2012 at 12:07 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 March 17, 2012 at 1:45 PM michael, this is satisfaction guaranteed; a lilting piece that draws me in!.. fantastic..best wishes and huggs!:)