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Couplet Music Poems | Couplet Poems About Music

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Soul Music

This river of melody plays in my soul, When I awake, I feel emerged in it whole. In the calm of night, when I'm all alone, It raises me with every euphoric tone. But lately my song I have failed to hear, No longer its sweetness caressing my ear. I plead to the gods in the heavens up high, Not to abandon me also and my quest deny. For what shall be without the beating of a drum? Or the flutter of a flute, what will become? The sounds of my soul take not from me, A soundless soul I shall never learn to be. Instead, carve a single note with my awkward tongue, One that shall carry the tune I once sung. And if I'm not able I'll start over again, Because the harder I try my strength will sustain.

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

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Ghost Valentine

An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love. A storehouse for so many things buried in my mind. I open up its creaking door to see what I might find. Lovely notes of music come wafting down its stairs So poignant is its melody that my poor heart tears. It brings to me the image of one afternoon When I walked with someone in summer by the dune. I listen to the tickling of the ivory Picturing two people splashing each other by the sea. The music now is drifting to me soft and low. I see the setting sun. We’re bathed in crimson glow. Beautifully and slowly the notes keep being played. In the arms of my old love rhythmically I’m swayed. The keys of the piano now are pounding fast. In the moonlight he and I are making love at last. Finally the keys are played as if they were caressed. And a bitter sweetness swells within my breast. Slowly creeping up the stairs I go to learn the truth. Who has played this long-time buried memory of youth? On the old piano’s bench, I see an imprint lies, And I think I can hear my phantom lover’s sighs. Dear ghost valentine, will you please return And play again that melody of love for which I yearn? For the Sexy Surreal Poetry Contest of Lewis Raynes

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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We Danced Through Life

We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight 

We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight

We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.

We danced in the shadows of fear and doubt
And we danced when we questioned what life’s about

We danced amongst the evergreens
That posed for painters winter scenes.

We danced in the winters bitter chill
And when we danced our world stood still.

For that’s what love was meant to be
To find the dance when we cannot see.

To write a new song when the music stops
With lyrics that caress every tear that drops.

For when the rhythm changes and tempo slowed
We’re called to dance with the seeds we sowed.

For life is hard, there is no doubt
But Dancing through it, is what life’s about.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012

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Christmas Eve of Old

In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music of a Midnight Clear
With reverent voices, in joyful mode
A sacred song of long ago
A velvet night while stars appear
Old carols sung on captured ear
Around a piano, where candles glow
Outside the air, with breath of snow
A fireside, where flames enchant
Old memories, from lips recant
'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss
A soul renewed, a spirit lifts
Some lift their glass to make a toast
While others sing of Heavenly Host
Beneath a tree, the children guess
Then off to bed, with kisses blessed
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music about a Midnight Clear

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

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Blood Brother

Music needs lyrics to make it whole
Lyrics are words that touch the soul
Listening to one song after another
Springsteen singing "My Blood Brother"
It tells a story of of childhood friends
A genuine love that never ends
Growing up and parting ways
Changes coming in passing days
And it takes me back to the things we did
The friends I had when I was just a kid
Although time has pulled us all apart
I still carry each one in my heart

But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother--Bruce Springsteen

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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The Pub II

Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs 
Rough knuckles echo Bodhrán drums.
Flute, melodeon, bouzouki*, mandolin
Penny whistles, uilleann pipes, one feisty violin.
Pied piper rhythms, pied piper beats
Bold Celtic persuasions to move proud legs and feet. 

To Daver and friendship, thank you!

* Bouzouki...A stringed instrument that could stand up to the volume and intensity of fiddles, flutes, accordions, and pipes.
*uilleann pipes...Irish bagpipes...melodeon. an Irish accordian

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2014

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Have you thought about the music to send you on your way If they played you Bach not Beethoven would there be hell to pay I had to make the difficult choices when my father died Mario Lanza ‘I’ll walk with God’ – oh how my mother cried The Lithuanian National Anthem, of his heritage dad was proud I can still picture him proudly singing it; he always sang it loud Gaudeamus Igitur was another favourite song of dad’s He would sing it regularly when he had a beer with the lads Maybe its time now for you all to think ahead For it will be too late when you are already dead So think about the songs that you would choose Do it while you are still here – you have nothing to lose! 16th August 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Elysian Violins

Ah!  To bask in the melodious harmony of orchestral violins and dream!

'Tis as soothing as the music of water rippling along a meandering stream!

'Tis as smooth as golden honey flowing from a splendid crystal jar!

'Tis as pleasing to the soul as legions of angels' harps heard from afar!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 7 in Dr. Ram Mehta's "Music and Meditation" Contest - April 2011

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011

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American Idol

Hearing talented young voices provides such pleasure
In our quest for America’s latest idol treasure

Next year the judging panel will not be the same
The man we love to hate will leave for bigger game

What will it be like without the infamous scowl
Of the Brit who tells it like it is --  Simon Cowell

“That was simply dreadful,” says he with a wry smirk
“You came off karaoke; it just didn’t work.”

Randy asks, "Yo, Dog, what's with the off-key pitches?" 
Ellen’s there for laughs; she leaves us in stitches

Kara strokes her long, brown hair, bats her lashes too
Asks Casey to remove his shirt, flirts as he follows through

But Simon never offers consolation prizes
Contestants' egos crash down as their anger rises

If he tells Big Mike he sounds karaoke
We may find Simon adrift in the Okefenokee

Choosing a replacement will surely not be easy
Adam Lambert? Paula's return? Oh, it makes us queasy

Simon will be missed, the show will suffer ratings
Viewers may depart for loss of the man they’re hating

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Les Miserables

Les Miserables

Jean Valjean was a bad convict
With Javert he had a conflict

For nineteen years the con went to jail
When his plan to steal bread was a fail

When he got out, he was ignored
He was by the people abhorred

A bishop welcomed him with open arms
Unaware of the con's great harms

Some precious silver was stolen
But it made the bishop solemn

But finally the con became good
And became the mayor of towns he would

Copyright © Phoebe Irawan | Year Posted 2014

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Bounces over and back sweet music sings

Thee sweetest lily and flower of Eden’s garden growing wild and free 
held under this enchantment where the daises circles around gold 

Flower of hearts where there shades of apple blossoms pink 
dazzling the night under the teardrops of angels deeply unfold petals 

Within a black satin velvet sky twinkling centre of stars your beauty outshines 
with piercing diamond light inside a halo you are crowned perfectly regal 

Princess of the starlight gaze faraway holding a dream enveloping an echo
enchanted by the magic you spell one in a thousand whispers

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

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This Empty Guitar

A black Stetson waits in your chair
Dust now follows sunbeams in the air

Life's lessons remain in this place
Death's reach can't erase your face

Smoke rings and laughter linger here
Ghostly melodies drift where they dare

Distant guitar strings echo and cry
Trapped, untouched now...where they lie

A bird's song gets lost in the breeze
Love's magic...fades in dreams

Songs we sang before, haven't changed
Souls however, seem re-arranged

Oh, won't you please join me again
Let your wondrous music begin

This empty guitar and silence...an odd pair
A black Stetson waits in your chair

(c) Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2016

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If I Were To Work a Miracle

If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company

Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife

I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see

Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you

But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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When Music Dies

“The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost - They caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died, and they were singing Bye Bye Miss American Pie. . .”
From Don McLean’s “American Pie"

When Music Dies

How short was rock and roll’s time on this earth
as baby boomers’ kids grew up with mirth.

Three legends in a plane crash met their demise
at that era’s end . . .  but new stars would arise.

Diverse was their music in those changing times.
Social themes resonated in their lyrics’ rhymes.

Yet through it all, the beat kept going on and on.
Even from abroad it came in this brand new dawn.

The 60’s generation also came and went,
but music only really dies when passion’s spent.

Written Aug. 27, 2017 for Silent One's 'Iconic songs' Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Country Isn't Country Anymore

Country isn't country anymore
Every time I listen, I get a little sore
They forgot about the trains
Mama's eyes and summer rains
Daddy's hands and growing pains
Country isn't country anymore
Now they still wear hats and cowboy boots
But they are no longer holding to their roots
They are getting it all wrong
It's just not a country song
We all can't sing along
Country isn't country anymore.
Let me hear Hank sing Your Cheatin' Heart
Kris and Johnny can tear your soul apart
A sad song can make you cry
Drink all night and say goodbye
She's gone, I wonder why
Country isn't country anymore
Patsy, Merle and Waylon are all gone
There's not too many left to carry on
The sound of a steel guitar
Sawdust and a rowdy bar
Where an outlaw is a star
Country isn't country anymore

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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She  wrested notes from unwilling
And resisting rosined string. 
The rhythm struggled to assert control
Over her strained and anxious soul.

Mother shushed her resisting offspring,
Father struggled with his watch’s mainspring.
Children twisted hair and faces :
All wished to be in other places.

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2013

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Living Legend

  After I left you alone in the firelight
I wondered if ever I'd see you again
the day of departure loomed on my horizon
the last time I'd ever have time with my friend,
nobody told you to pack allyour heartstrings
to turn off the future you planned in your head,
nobody warned you of incoming missles
imploding within ,turning everything red.

you sit there in silence to gaze at the embers
humming a tune a piano once played
out on a stage surrounded by angels
oblivious maestro ,you ebb and you fade.
but I see that moment you triumphed in Paris,
white doves all released to welcome the one,
who soared on the notes of ultimate beauty
who carried us up to the fire of the sun.

Dear Phoenix I know you must die in your ashes
before your rebirth can ever take place,
but there in the fireglow I still see the flashes
of genius alive in the light of .your face

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006

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Coming Back

Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to 
express what was going on at the time.

The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.

Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.

The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...

I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.

They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
And disengage.

I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking, 
It feels like a smack.

I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.

There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.

You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
Our anniversary,
I know I missed.

I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.

I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.

I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.

Copyright © Parker Dellinger | Year Posted 2010

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Violin Virtuoso

When he played his violin magic took place!
A sense of serenity shown on his face.

A lover of music so gifted in art...
A teacher to many, known for his sweet heart.

Poetry would become his passion, his need...
A master of poetry in the words that he freed.

The strings are now quiet with music no more.
Still students recall the teacher they adore.

His words we can cherish with fond memories...
A legacy of gems for new reveries.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Bittersweet Contest - 6th placement out of 6
Sponsor Kevin Shaw

*Dedicated to my dear friend and late poet, David Austin

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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Beethoven's Lost Composition

"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

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I Would Write a Song {resubmit}

So much of my life I spent doing wrong
If I could write music I would write a song

I have done things a man shouldn't do
These words are written for they are true

If you open your heart and look to the sky
Ask of the Lord then hear the reply

It won't come in words not words you can hear
It may come with a smile or fall as a tear

I found an angel said bye to my ghost
After I lost everything I gained the most

I found the Lord through the poems I pray
Sometimes it’s best to just give it away

I write out my words for they help me see
Simple is best for simple is free

Think of yourself just never think down
Your mind holds the music just listen to the sound

Everyone you meet has something to say
Be sure to include them in the prayers that you pray

All that you do and all that you see
Shares in your story and your destiny

When dealing with others do what you do
Just be kind and gentle to those you do it to

Everything is nothing that it shouldn't be
As a seconds a second and a tree is a tree

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008

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   Music is life and life is the muse
she leads us shows us how to fuse
happiness in every realm
just put music at the helm

  throw aside those traps and reins
come with me and ease your pains
you think too much come  have some fun
hold out your arms,let music come

  you can't hold her ,force her ,mold her
you can't ever even scold her
she is with you or she's not
you have no choice
it's just your lot.

  so give it up and let it lie
come with me and touch the sky
and when we touch back on the ground
the staff will fill
we'll write it down.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006

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for T-Bell

  Knowing her song

still she won't sing it,

her bag's full of notes,

and still she won't bring it,

with veins full of music

she floats on a tune,

she soars on concertos

far over the moon,

I beg and cajole but I'm

just not her Mother,

she won't shed a note

it seems for another,

we're playing piano

on notes  on a page 

waiting for morning 

when she  can asuage,

all of the grief that she finds

on the keys,

see how the muses 

are down on their knees

whispering hope into

lyrics she hears

sonatas that shimmer

away on her tears.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006

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Homage to Bon Jovi

Homage to Bon Jovi
I’m going out in a “Blaze of Glory”
So “Bang A Drum” as I tell my story

With “One Light Burning” “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead”
“Chained” to the “Right Side of Wrong” in my head.

“Shot Through The Heart”, “You Really Got Me Now”...
Your “Bad Medicine” destroyed me—somehow.

“Dead Or Alive” don’t “Lay Your Hands On Me”!
“The Boys Are Back In Town”--I’m not lonely!

“Dying Ain’t Much of A Living”…you’re right
Too late found “Good Guys Don’t Always Wear White”!

So, “Billy Get Your Guns” and “Raise Your Hands”…
There’s “Justice In The Barrel” of time’s sands.

“I’ll Be There For You” and your “Cold Hard Heart”.
“You Give Love A Bad Name”--Feel "Lucky"? Start!

©deborah burch

Titles in quotes are songs by Jon Bon Jovi 

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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Just An Old Trumpet Player

JJust an old trumpet player with a worn out horn – Seems he had played it ever since he was born. Sometimes his lively music put dancing in your feet. Then there were times he rendered tones so tranquil and so sweet. So many came to follow this magic little man That soon he was known as the best in music land. He drew the best unto him and formed a little band And added perfect talent to the world of Dixieland. Sometimes he would sing a little verse or two And he would make it sound like it was just for you. He was known the whole world over - heaven watched him too And his music was so soulful it could sometimes make you blue. In his life we witnessed greatness only artists can provide And even heaven’s angels cried the day sweet Louis died. Some say even Gabriel didn’t know how to behave The day we put old ‘Satchmo’ in his grave. So, gentle trumpet man, may you always rest in peace We recall an instant, when you left us, all the music ceased. Written by John Posey 9/11/14

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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Melodies of Life

As we live each day trying to find out about life	
Questioning the misery and all the pain and strife
"Pilgrim on your journey you may travel far
Pilgrim it's a long way to find out who you are"
Sometimes it's hard to stay on the right track
You begin to believe you'll never get back
"All God's children get weary when they roam	
Don't it make you want to go home"
"Every day seems a little longer 
Every day love's a little stronger"
Now you pray That love will last forever
While Johnny Mathis sings about the "Twelfth of Never"
Now you've found the woman of your dreams
And all of the world is right it seems
She said that She will always be mine
"She's in love with me and I feel fine."

"Pilgrim" by Enya
"Don't It Make You Want to go Home" by Joe South
"Every Day" by Buddy Holly
"The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis
"I Feel Fine" by The Beatles

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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The Fifties - Music

The Fifties...Music

The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…
was heaven here on earth compared with that today.
Romantic, lovely sentiments of heart and soul,
with poems set to music to advise, console.

Mid-fifties music era rendered lovely songs
safeguarded in my heart these many years, belong
forever to remember, matter not how old.
These gems, mid-fifties' songs, hold memories untold.

Too many to recall, but I can single one,
the song played at our wedding, never was outdone.
The Platter’s hit song “Only You,” so touched our hearts,
its words hold true today, and here is how it starts:

      “Only you can make this world seem right
       Only you can make the darkness bright
       Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do
       And fill my heart with love for only you
       Only you can make this change in me
       For it's true, you are my destiny
       When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do
       You're my dream come true, my one and only you….”

Romantic, lovely sentiments of heart and soul,
with poems set to music to advise, console,
was heaven here on earth compared with those today.
The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…

Below, more songs and hits that then did make my day!

      Memories Are Made of This ~ Dean Martin
            Great Pretender ~ The Platters
                  Rock and Roll Waltz ~ Kay Starr
      Heartbreak Hotel ~ Elvis Presley
            A Tear Fell ~ Theresa Brewer
                  I Walk the Line ~ Johnny Cash
      The Wayward Wind ~ Gogi Grant
            Ivory Tower ~ Cathy Carr
                  On the Street Where You Live ~ Vic Damone
      Allegany Moon ~ Patti Page
            Tonight You Belong To Me ~ Patience and Prudence
                  Love Me Tender ~ Elvis Presley
      True Love ~ Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly
            In the Still of the Night ~ The Five Satins
                  Goodnight My Love ~ Jesse Belvins
The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Old or New Poems
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 07/25/2016

~4th Place~
Contest: Decades
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 03/22/2015

Form: Couples in iambic hexameter (12 syllables and 6 beats per line...except in 'Only You' words and list of songs).

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Smoke Signals

Harsh cold breaths blowing gale force pounding drum bold
to the lightning striking blue diamond against ice freezing cold

Enrapturing a dark ebony satin night sky white silk cream velvet clouds
as the snow capped mountain lights up in a silver mist gleaming sparkles

One chain running a flood down the face as clouds of heaven open gates
lashing downpours of heavy pelting rain mixed with hail driven like bullets

Harshly outside roaring thunderstorms waves of air tossing this ship asleep
crying waves of voices through the breeze howling out rocking 

Bending blows bowing down and asking for mercy the trees cry out moaning
spirits of the wind branches getting tore from the limbs standing to defense

Turf upon the fire rising white smoke signals it's warm here love
on this lonely cold winters night smiling faraway kisses a dream 

Charming within deep loving warmth shipwrecked alone
crying howls into a cold full face moon entranced beautiful

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Mark Halliday: WarriorPoet

Mark Halliday

Son of a California Englishman
And a small-town Utah Mormon.
In his youth, nothing extraordinary;
Later served in Europe as a missionary.
Pianist, marching flutist, then a Guitarist;
Enlisted to be an Army Intelligence Analyst.
Speaks French; spoke Spanish, Russian,
Serbian, Croatian, some German and Macedonian.
Has resided mostly in California.
Spent months or years in Makedonija,
La France, le Belgique, Deutchesland,
Kuwait, Iraq; in the USA: Maryland,
Utah, Massachusettes, Kansas,
Arizona, Missouri, and Texas.
Of course, he’s known here as poetic,
But with charcoal, pens, and pastels is artistic.
He’s starting to slow down due to age,
But loves to sing original songs on stage.
During the French Bicentennial, went to Paris,
Where he met his future Mrs. 
Has sons Steven and Tony, wife Nelly.
They’ll soon celebrate their silver anniversary.
Like many other military veterans,
He works with Dept. of Defense civilians….
Commuting between Salinas and Monterey
(Defense Language Institute, Presidio of Monterey).
He loves to read (especially military science fiction),
Go to cinemas, and grow food in his garden.
He’s interested in music production software,
And dreams his songs will someday go somewhere.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,

Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,

Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8, and 2/2,

Measure, scale, and arpeggio,
Chord, seventh, and legato,

Major, minor, and decrescendo,
Crescendo, seventh, and ritardando,

Staff, spaces, lines, and strings,
Sixteenth, in-tune, and fingering,

Woodwind, brass, position, and trill,
Treble, bass, mellow, and shrill,

Percussion, composer, style, and key,
Quickly, lively, somber, and freely,

Triplet, tone, tied, and up-beat,
Pick-up, slur, eight, and down-beat.

You may hear music here and there,
But I hear music everywhere.

Copyright © Tiffiny Hagan | Year Posted 2015