Baby Grand Poems - Poems about Baby Grand

... GREEN DAY – revisited Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated, enclosed, encoded, and encrusted wi......Read the rest...

...Evergreens show the season change it claims. Timely appearance of golden sunshine Filtering quenches ripen Autumn wine. Through window, white sheer curtains ivy frames. Beneath, pots of Peace L......Read the rest...

...I used to walk carefree around this world, My shoulders light and free of any chips Not thinking fate would ever come unfurled By nonsense escaping naïve lips I thought Murphy ’s Law was ludac......Read the rest...

...I really didn’t like him But what the heck He was a fellow Yorkie And he had a lot of neck He played the piano by ear And that’s just how it sounded You couldn’t say his technique Made notes i......Read the rest...

...upstairs the hammers of a piano mechanically stomp through a tune as unwilling fingers prod at a well-known student piece a small scottie dog appears wearing a tartan coat a light hiberni......Read the rest...

...Ray Charles on a lonely night Feel it mostly in his fingertips. He play in every shade of blue. His touch be intimate and true. Ray Charles on a lonely night Come to Harlem like a fool for you......Read the rest...

...upstairs the hammers of a piano stomp through a tune mechanically unwilling fingers prod at a well-known student piece a small scottie dog appears wearing a tartan coat a light hibernian t......Read the rest...

...Juvenilia: Early Poems IV I wrote this around age 17. Bible Libel by Michael R. Burch If God is good half the Bible is libel. I read the Bible from cover to cover at age eleven, ten......Read the rest...

...Heaven’s chill clouds hide blazing stellar light. Winter wet with fresh white flakes falls tonight. A morose man maunders at his baby grand, Keys awaiting the touch of bony hands. A sunlit mel......Read the rest...

...Epigrams Autumn Conundrum by Michael R. Burch It’s not that every leaf must finally fall, it’s just that we can never catch them all. Piercing the Shell by Michael R. Burch If we strip......Read the rest...

...Upstairs, the hammers of a piano stomp through scales. Unwilling fingers prod at a well-known student piece. A small tartan dog appears wearing a coat of music, a Scots theme. Late......Read the rest...

...Until the drought of '88 Euphonic sounds adorned his walls, as he, his wife, and daughter ate and laughter tripped through carefree halls. His wife caressed the ivoried keys until the drought......Read the rest...

..."Those were better times. Good times! Being round my grands… It reminds me of my grandparents; Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother; Love to read poems sing them ole time songs; So much love......Read the rest...

...The Sandless Sand Castle Let me tell you about my eldest brother. I am: the "Scram!", the "Beat it!", the "What you looking at?!", and the "Turn around and watch the movie!", younger......Read the rest...

...Hidden under crop circle resembling an ampersand hides sheathed silo - obscured, said symbol adorned every armband of national socialist, yet weapons of mass destruction) bland lee, blatantly......Read the rest...