Appreciation Music Poems | Appreciation Poems About Music

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I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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Always Something Left To Say - Collaboration with Space Cadet

Always Something (Left) To Say We riddle with change in pocket corners, sit alone and sing an afternoon away, nothing but the violin strings and ukulele play. Middle of this median, stuck on this border, with you, sit and sing an afternoon away. Everything but the engine moves and I'm sure, had I not met you, I'd never have something to say. You throw coins in the starlit air, Tuck your strings under your arm. The sage sings for us in solitude: His voice fades in the spruce Together with his laughter. And had I not met you. Had I not been here this day, Had I not sang the day away, I'd miss the muse that's you, And a sage in solitude. *** February 18, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!

(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

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Black and White

Using Image #1 Piano Keys

hand limbs
   like to
     waltz 'pon
   the sea
     of black
         and white
         a tone
        does spark
  and melts
my heart
        each day
and night
   a push
     a tug
   like the
     soft moon
         not wrong
         not right
        this is
  how it
should be
        the sea
   of black
     and white
   is me

Written March 6th, 2016
For the Black and White Contest Hosted by Silent One

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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Piano Practice

Each piano note 
Played skillfully with soothe hands 
No need for tension . . . 
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic 
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music, 
We need it so desperately! 
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note 
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands 
No need for tension . . . 
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread 
Your velvet wings and fly today 
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness.... 
It can heal the can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . . 
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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Music Of The Spheres

Where the sun stops
And the light fades,
And the dark deepens
One finds a subtle
Horizon rest-

Within this symphony
Of great spheres-
Strings aloft,
Horns a summit of air,
Percussionists not a beat
To flare-
Safe harbor, so to speak-
A point
Without a peak...

For Time has no say,
With cycle in pure alignment,
The movement paused
Defying slip or stray,
The conductor's wand not a sway-

Here I also find You,
In the still
Without space,
On High of Grace…

Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016

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Falling Into a Galaxy of Stars

We have arrived... to the street with no name where we have been ushered in like prisoners hypnotized by the pulse of excitement There is an almost reverent calm just before the storm I wait for the rhythm of my blood to paddle back to shore My eyes are wide, my soul in chains waiting for the reign ringed by the flood of fanfare but sitting on a wide desert plain Hands grasping a torch of white to light up the dark and arms waving wildly, while bright sparks sink freely, into a galaxy of stars Deep within the heart, we are one...whether stranger, whether star, ...we are one We have run, but we can't hide, ...they have torn down the walls, 'til we have bled inside I've climbed the highest mountain, I've run through fields of bliss I have scaled the walls, and more, ...for this,... and I've found what I'm looking for....
__________________________________________________ 5/25/15 For Contest: The Concert: Sponsored by Craig Cornish

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Frank Sinatra You're The One

Frank Sinatra’s name still has instant recognition even today.
He was perhaps the greatest singer of the twentieth century
And possessed those famous “Blue Eyes” and that trademark 
Voice which thrilled and fascinated audiences worldwide.
For most people his music was very special and moved their
Spirits along a unique and subtle path that only Sinatra could
Create and hold with his voice—mesmerizing them and
Charming them every step of the way.

Entertaining and enchanting the audiences in America and
Abroad catapulted Frank Sinatra to a special iconic status as 
A world-renowned singer, entertainer, and Hollywood actor.
Yet, singing became his common thread and link over decades
And generations to most willing audiences who hungered for
The tenor and pitch of his voice and his fabulous songs with 
Most memorable lyrics, and haunting and evocative melodies. 

Some legendary songs reflecting his status and long reach with
Audiences worldwide include: (My Way) (New York, New York)
(Strangers in the Night) (I Get a Kick Out of You) (That’s Life)
(I’ve Got You Under My Skin) (Summer Wind). All these songs 
And many others were trademark, vintage Sinatra and brought 
Audiences to their feet while he serenaded and captivated them 
Like a Pied Piper, bringing each listener momentarily along with
Him as an invited guest into his very own special vocal dimension.
Frank Sinatra was part of the Greatest Generation along with other 
Famous American entertainers who packed audiences and dazzled
Them with music and dancing, and created an aura of legendary
Perfection seldom seen in today’s twenty-first-century world.

Frank Sinatra—You’re The One!!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (November 10, 2014) (Biographical Narrative poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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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

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The Flautist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE FLAUTIST  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 THE FLAUTIST fluently flaunted her flute- Music flew faultlessly through the airwaves, flying fluidly above the noise of the blustering city                                                    
THE flautist created a calm fragrance, who's flavor of creativity fell-well onto your soul creating a soul stirring calmness across the city. 
She played her flute clean into the night vehemently, over the feverish chaos – 
And the people in the park and in the city could hear clearly as they walked in rhythmic tunes/ She flaunted her music like sweet low hanging fruit, Her music dangled beautiful and singly. She alone, Solo-ed notes of delightful serenity-  
  The flautist moved the masses to a state of bliss; Like free kisses flying in the wind landing on ears conquering and engaging spirits, conquering pandemonium with her flute, she blew her flute... SHE BLEW HER FLUTE, and we marched and listened obediently. She blew her flute and we marched magnificently to her concert.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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Where Do I Start

Where do I start as my mind sings Sounds aplenty throwing my hearts songs Thoughts thrown to eyes memories bring Brought to the fore where they've belonged Where do I start regarding my music tastes Sounds aplenty resonating in my ears Thoughts instrumental studio stage based Brought solos vocal amidst talented gears Where do I start for my likes be revealed It's Rock, Progressive, Classic to last Thoughts with desire chosen now sealed Brought to today, played from my past Where do I start naming favourite thoughts Sounds eyes ears, senses now brought <*>

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Music's Magic

They all speak to me:
sometimes alone, like 
a solo cello with its
sad, plaintive voice, 
tugging at my soul
like a magnet of 
life's deep mystery.

Or maybe a small
group will gang up,
into a quartet or
sextet or even a
tough octet, eight
musicians as one 
in both fury and 
gentle softness.

But sometimes I
go all out-- I take
on a hundred or
more at once as 
they breathe life
into a vast bold
symphony by 
Mahler, Beethoven,
or scores of souls
reborn in music,
music that does
magic, coming in
my ears while 
putting a taste
of eternity on 
my tongue....

Copyright © len carber | Year Posted 2015

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Music Is When

You don’t know what they’re singing about,
Still, you simply love how it sounds.

You don’t feel all that well,
Even then, the melody enchants you like a spell.

You feel like you're just another face in the crowd,
Until you feel so alive, as you cheer aloud.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2015

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The Power Of Music

When no one else understands
Or seems to even care
One thing that I find comforting
Is that music is always there

Just as the loneliness begins to take hold 
When your heart continues for love, to long
One thing that can heal, I’m told
That’s the power of a song

Ballads and anthems, rock and blues
Or perhaps some pop and dance
Of all the many kinds you may choose
Give music a chance

It’s quite amazing, The Power Of Music
So scream it from the rooftops for all to hear
And whisper it in loneliness, when no one is near
Wherever and whatever you are, acknowledge The Power Of Music

Let the notes soothe your heart
And the beats heal your soul
Feel your sorrows and pain restart
As it is restored to your control

Feel your feelings understood, so sing it out loud
Spill the emotions on the floor
Whether you’re all alone or in a crowd
Just know that music is the cure

Therapeutic, consoling, and never judging
Telling you “It will get better soon”
Music provides the heart the necessary budging
That’s the power of a tune

It’s quite amazing, The Power Of Music
So scream it from the rooftops for all to hear
And whisper it in loneliness, when no one is near
Wherever and whatever you are, acknowledge The Power Of Music

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2014

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At Choir Practice Observing

At Choir Practice Observing

Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.

Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did church bells rang,
And after hearing each alto and tenor
Surely knew choir was really a winner.

We heard choir had to wait until fall,
And will be singing in a concert hall;
Finally, eventually receive much fame,
Which would end up with world acclaim.

James Thomas Horn
True believer in much great music;
Who at this moment just had heard it.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ekphrasis | |

The Swirling Green Storm

The Swirling Green Storm

Sea foam splattered upon his panicked face 
his boat sank and life was torn asunder. 
He had run away, he was a disgrace; 
the storm worsened with a crack of thunder. 

Each new wave tore at his weakening hold 
yet he recovered, now he longed to live. 
Wanting to hold her as he had of old 
to taste sweet love only Kara could give. 

The words formed inside, then out swift they rushed 
Jacob prayed for rescue and a new start. 
God, let me live, let my life not be crushed 
please save me, please enter this aching heart. 

Suddenly, silence, the sea stopped raging 
as he had prayed he would get a new chance. 
He could picture them together aging 
he felt blessed by their renewed romance. 

A ship rescued him,  new life he could see 
with many new paths to embrace with hope. 
All that was needed was his heartfelt plea; 
God's answer given when he could not cope.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2016

Painting number one
Poem number one,  Ekphrasis
Blue and Green Music, 1919/1921 by Georgia O'Keeffe

Inspired by-
(After: Blue and Green Music - Georgia O'Keeffe 1921)
Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing  [this site ACCEPTS reprints]

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:	200
Total # Lines:	24  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	161

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Light and airy. Fast and scary. Tones are up. Beat is down. Wondering what made that sound. No instrument I can play, that would make for a good day. Yet, I hear that sound roll over in my head, playing again and again like a carpenter's thread.

Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015

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My Guitar

I held you and it was as if I was born to hold you all my life.
I touched you and you felt so right
I could feel your strength seep through my soul
You made me fulfilled and whole
You showed me I was born to do this
I was born to share it,
Share what´s inside of me.
I held you and it was as if we were alone in this world,
pouring out our souls through songs.
You gave me melody
I gave you voice
and together we created harmony
not even an earthquake could stop.
I bless the day you came into my life
And I pray nothing will tear us apart.

Copyright © Maryam Bello | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ode to a Guitar

Your tempered strings and true, O ancient lyre!
Harp-like, thy graceful template shall resonate
Within the hollow confines of my soul
Not tortoise and beech, but rather the ideal
Purity of your design (here but fully
Realized by half) speaks to me
Now as ever before in my youth
Touches, as it were, my heart-strings
(Not inaptly named!) and stirs forth
From the depths of my being a song.

O! if I could master that song sublime
A tune to capture thy several contradictions
'Twere a song would outlive the race of men
Embodying form and function, earth and air
Female grace in curve and force in line
With woman's waist and hips, yet double-tusked
Shoulders square, slender neck, even a mouth
Teeth of gut, a creature turned inside-out
A half-opened signpost to infinity.

Copyright © Kyle Elsbernd | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode | |

Ode to the Andante


(Hum along, Mozart's Andante, -Elvira Madigan's theme-or dream!

Warming breeze.
A rose garden,
Rolling hills,
Mozart's Andante.
as we
are seated,
Scented perfumes,
Velvet blooms,
Vivid displays,
Mozart's Andante.
So sublime,

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet - To Punk

Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding in art the best ways to survive
a world beyond our vague comprehension.
Some wounds will never taste restoration,
some demons may never be exorcised.
We crafted this monster with filthy surmise,
with minds obsessing on rebellion.
Eyes that deny beauty in convention,
and hands craving vengeance and patricide.
With all of our collective contentions,
this lifeless cadaver is galvanized.  

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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The Mid Autumn Festival

Night falls and the mirror moon illumes the 
heavenly starry skies with gleaming ivory beams.  
Shiny and mellow, a splendrous silver orb, 
the delight of the night sky!

It is the evening of the 15th, and the cool air is fair,
filled with chirping crickets and reason for revelry.
Kinfolk gather to rejoice within the warmth of their hearth,
toasting with mulled wine  ; munching moon cakes!

But today is also sacred and solemn, and offerings 
must be made to Heaven and Earth. Thus, scented 
sandalwood incense are lit ; apricots and pomelos are placed 
upon lacquer plates before the plaques of divine gods,
and dear ancestors.

Away from laughter and lanterns, besides a quiet lake,
and under a lofty peak, sits a sagacious couple. She smiles 
and plays the guqin, sending with each skillful stroke, 
soft and serene sounds that grace the ethereal night's air. 

As for him, he stands pleased under the pavilion, inhaling 
the sweet scents of blooming peach blossoms, and admiring 
the moon as it rose and the beauty of his wife before the 
bright shimmer of moonlight.

Content, he recites a poem:

“The moon is luminous,
  Heaven is harmonious,
  Autumn has come, 
  And Summer is gone,
  I toast my cassia wine,
  To a harvest most fine!”

All rights released into Public Domain

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka | |

An Old Tune

an old tune
floats through my mind
hoping for a space
between Gershwin and Bach
but the valet parks it in pop

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

A Musician's Tale

A Musician's Tale 

Today a little online piece of news strikes a chord deep within me…
After reading, I thought to myself, “This news is interesting yet rather depressing to me..”

This article was about a very talented local musician, duly awarded a honorary title called Datuk…
After a lifetime of composing countless musical scores and compositions while gold was overlooked…

His most productive years was spent with the local radio and televison orchestra team called RTM…
The closing credits did proudly run his name at the close of many a TV musical presentations then…

I remember distinctly his name in all musical shows involving the RTM Orchestra team…..
From the early TV shows which were in black and white until the colorful shows in the later years….

Now the latest TV boasts of new electronics and technology to enhance color and experience…
Now this veteran musician –composer is long forgotten and he is fast becoming another has been…

Where once he rubbed shoulders with the best singers of this nation, churning out musical scores..
These days he is old and weary, memory is failing and nostalgia weighs heavily in his memories…

Uppermost on his mind still were his many memories of 20 years of faithful service in RTM family…
Appreciative still the unique privilege  of his life filled with music among talented musicians and singers..

Further on, this news articles relates the hard times he and his loving wife are presently undergoing..
Driving this aging 77year old to seek for musical gigs with the local hotels to keep going..

For that, his age and health are against him, forcing him to constantly ponder ways to make ends meet…
How harsh the deck of cards Life has dealt him recently was seen in the double tragedies in his family….

His sons are victims of the dreaded big C, the younger was only 24 when he succumbed to leukemia..
The other is in expensive medical treatment for brain tumor, the ongoing bills are excruciating…

Hopefully my little poem of this veteran musician-composer will somehow bring further recognition…
And maybe somehow blessings galore will rain down on Datuk Ooi Eow Jin, a retired RTM musician…

Datuk Ooi Eow Jin  

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Let the Music Play On - Violin

"Agnes, you played like an angel,
pitch perfect as a ringing bell."

"I'll bequeath mine to you dear,
no need to thank or shed a tear.

"I feel blessed to share this with you.
dawning enlightenment so true."

"Practice and it will start to flow,
making you a virtuoso."

"Think 'bow' extension of your arm,
make it your veritable charm."

"With the right tutor you shall bloom."
"Now, listen while I play this tune."

"Octaves lowering and ascending,
let them float through senses blending."

"Elevates to musical place,
 expresses clearly on your face".

Copyright © theresa stephens | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sestina | |

Timeless Songs, My Cure

As my finger, triggers the sound
My heart ululates, in intoxication
Remembrance, is a gift in itself
Indescribable feelings, leading me forward
Being described, through each line I hear
Nostalgia, a joyous feat

The world's halt, is known
My feet, the only moment shown
Care for those who see, denied by the symphony
Where profanity bears no existence
A freed soul, does possess me
The understanding; mutualistic

Each word, mine as it is theirs
My mind, so accustom that copyright is forgotten
Add my own, I try
Though they who brought fame, made it gold
Treasures, will I never relinquish
A reprieve from my pain, offered through their show

Adrenaline, does it move me so
Motions, are they mine to control
My clothes, never asking to leave
To love, a possibility told once more
As they speak of great loss
Findings do resonate, in my being

The group, one with the groove
With pride they express, not chasing the background 
Their voices, not guised by theatrics 
Their arrival, a grace to my ears
Excessive sales, a want at most
To empathize with the listener, their only goal

Their personal lives, unquestioned 
Hope is all I desire, from their shared experience
Never met, but always a friend
When others left, standing by in grief
Maybe my art, unmoving to them
Their art will remain timeless, to me

With my pain, have they empathized 
A resonating nostalgia, plays through their timeless words
My findings, a cure to a cause 


Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |


I decend from rock royalty.
On a local Irish level.
My Dad rocked around the clock.
At night in local dancehalls.
And daily in his chemist shop.
Accordion strapped on tight.

He begat three singing sons.
And four fine singing daughters.
At his funeral we seven sang his
favourite hymns and Danny Boy.
There was not a dry eye as
we all wished him goodbye.

Now, his eldest son rocks on.
Drove all the way on my wedding morn.
To rock my wedding night away.
With The Stunning, up from Galway.
Lead guitarist with fingers flashing.
Brewing a Storm, husband head banging.

Fitting poem for today, Elvis's anniversary.
I admit rock and roll is my forte.
Rhythm courses through my body.
I cannot sit when good music plays.
I simply must get up and sway.
Please take my hand...let's dance.


Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |


Take me deep into the night
Give your soul felt feelings sight
Comfort me, make my heart light
As I embrace your vocal plight

Sitting alone in my bedroom chair
Forgetting all of my worldly cares
Close my eyes, you're standing there
Disrobing my conscience, completely bare

In your voice I feel your pain
Food for thought left not in vain
Telling my story in each refrain
There are no rules to this sad game

Carry me to our special place
Strum your words across my face
Dry my tears, leave not a trace
Revive those dreams I've laid to waste

You're the one I always choose
I can relate, I've worn those shoes
When daily life starts to confuse
You heal me while you sing the blues

Strike your match, relight my flame
Enrich my life, relieve the strain
You left too soon, It's such a shame
Rest in peace, Sweet Etta James

   an originaal poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Busking In The Mall

Busking in the mall

I recall those days of long ago
When I was young and so aglow
With music bursting in my soul
It made me feel so good and whole
With old guitar slung round my neck
I couldn’t play well but what the heck
I loved to play that folk and blues
It’s all I’d ever want to do

I’d stand there busking in shop doorways
As to the music I would sway
Old blues harp around my neck
I weren’t no good, but what the heck
Other guys would come around
And though it weren’t no magic sound
They’d realize I played my best
They’d love me for my happiness

I’d give one my guitar to play
And as this bloke would bang away
I’d play my blues harp loud and clear
And sing, and then we’d share a beer
That’s when the folk all came around
Cause beer it did enhance our sound
They’d give us dosh then we would go
And drink some beer, until we’d glow.

This it was so long ago
But the memories just make me glow
Those day they come on back to me
I see it now I’d feel so free
Entertaining I loved this
And even now it gives me bliss
To think of those days long ago
Though I was not real good, I know

31 July 2014 @ 1445hrs.

Copyright © Lazy dog Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Pearl of Wisdom

I turned up the volume and was punched in the face. 
A karate chop to the back of my neck put me in my place. 
The words that I was hearing contained a pearl of wisdom. 
The jam in which I entered was like a head on collision.
There's nothing like the feeling of being thrown thru the air. 
I needed to get unhinged and I didn't really care. 

You can take your safety plans and shove them up behind. 
The noise I want to hear is meant to make you lose your mind. 
These boys are wired from a different set of schemes. 
The only sounds you'll want to make are electrified screams. 

Hearing them from the box isn't the same as in the flesh. 
I'd travel the world over even as far as Bangladesh. 
There's nothing like it when Ed is telling one of his stories. 
The words he pieces together comes straight from the laboratories. 
I love to watch the gang blast away on their weapons. 
Put it all together and it's noise straight from the heavens. 

You can take your safety plans and shove them up behind. 
The noise I want to hear is meant to make you lose your mind. 
These boys are wired from a different set of schemes. 
The only sounds you'll want to make are electrified screams.

Written on 8 / 16 / 16

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016