Bass Poems

Under vivid scattered sun rays 
Of the boundless horizon spun;
Thy breath spent upon mine cheeks graze 
Disarray gripping visit won.

Thy deep warm bass pulse, resonant, 
Unfurl a thrumming flow as one 
Through bare feet. Provoking movement,
Need to feed not just...Read More

And we danced,
To that song you love, the one that starts out slow,
A solitary violin, singing soft and low,
A flutist swells to join the strings, and your fingertips meet mine,
A sudden decrescendo, anticipation in your eyes…

And then we danced
To sudden...Read More

I once met a Spanish high flyer
She wiggled and danced on a wire
Her pitter once pattered
Grew ninety pounds fatter
And now she sings bass in a choir.


  Feb 4 2020
Newest Limerick contest
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Based on the muse of Shakespeare's famous line of Twelfth Night-------------
" If music be the food of love, play on..." 



If music be the food of love, play on
it's sweet and caressing melody...  
Hum along strums of an hypnotic...Read More

Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as green moss
And the voices of...Read More

Fog slow-dances over the inlet
until water and air waltz together.
Too early to tell
if any birds are awake
besides, my ears are muffled in the wet air.
Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary,
gulls just visit.
I could row out to the ocean from here,
but...Read More

Much I marveled the stereo rap
Fallow falling into civil traps
My mind always strays to ghetto
Remembering many sound, fatherless folk
They are perfumed from unseen yoke
What could there be more purely woke?
Where’s my money yo!
I felt obliged to not admire the folk
Yet...Read More

Friday night is salsa night,
It's when i come alive,
It could be something else for you,
Tango, waltz or jive.

Find the fire that stirs your heart
And then your feet will follow,
Forget about the mess at home,
You can sort it out tomorrow.

If your...Read More

Never was there a lovelier wedding that I ever did see,
Than that of Romona and Beezus's darling Aunt Bea! :)

At first the abandoned bridesmaid-to-be did react with sass
When she heard the news -- yelling he reeled in a sea bass!

A...Read More

Life with Celebrating Skating in It

Swishing sound,
All around;
Heart did pound. 

Looked toward,
Skating backward,
As I soared. 

Had been breeze,
Blowing through trees,
And a fast freeze.

When over pass;
Ice looked like glass;
Swam below bass.

Trip did end;
Return intend;
This poem send.

Jim Horn...Read More

Rust. Age. Dirt. There was some wine. There were some tears. There were bad jokes and recollection of sin.
 She was nasty almost raunchy to the point of nausea but you craved more from her. She was ugly. Sexy ugly....Read More

what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to tenors
and invite them to dinner
are...Read More

His skin is stained like the softest grass
I bet he wouldn’t need a pole to catch a bass
The way his voice sounds so gravely and rough
Makes me almost forget about him being so buff
Oh Hulk, how seeing you brightens my...Read More

Tenar bass and soprano
And all the voices that I know
Sing one song of peace
Voices that never cease

Now the music is fading
Now The sounds are changing

All the notes are blur
Dim.... not the shining star

Relight the glowing ember
Use all... gasoline and timber
And...Read More

It’s not your lies
I can’t take

I can fashion those
making them
into a bouquet 

of plastic or

better yet
fake flowers

it’s the fact that 
you take me
for someone easy

with emotions
to be plucked

like strings 
on a jazz bass

and used for chords
in your grand
musical score

Whit Howland...Read More

I was remembering my father,
just the other day.
It’s been a lotta years,
since Daddy passed away.

My name is not important.
My fathers name was Jim.
He never called me by my name!
I was always Butch to him!

Fishing was his passion!
It was what he...Read More

Give me a song to sing,
Give me the words to write.
Give me the path to walk,
Point me in a direction that's right.

Play me the sound to dance,
Let me feel the bass under my feet,
Let the music take control,
Let the rhythm...Read More

Part 4 ~ 
Finale of the story that started in my earlier Video ‘The Dreamer’~ Thank you. 

Gerard ~
‘Hark, there it is ~ a deep rumble
Faint in the distance 
Tell me is this a roll of thunder?
So long now, I...Read More

'Twas the night before Christmas
On the village square.
Carolers were singing.
Everyone was there.

My daddy was a baritone
But his falsetto filled the air.
Mama shrunk his boxers;
They're not ready-to-wear.

He asked Santa for some new ones;
He didn't dare go bare.
So, on Christmas morning,
Santa left...Read More

A spotted hyena escaped from the zoo.
Along with a spotted skunk, so that made two.
A spotted moray sounded the loud alarm.
A spotted bass swam off with some charm.
Spotted fever ticks transmitted some fever,
Spotted swine asked if I was a believer
I...Read More

Breaking through the apathy
Of the outside world
Subliminal in my ear
Like osmosis it issued forth
An amazing island of sound
With voice's resonance harmoniously imparted
With the multiplicity of overtones
From all directions
Omnipotent waves of notes of wonder
Absorbed within my cavity
The treble to bass
A soundtrack...Read More

Redolence
by Michael R. Burch

Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills;
cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway;
and night bends near, a deepening shade of gray;
the bass concerto of a bullfrog fills
what silence there once was; globed searchlights play.

Green hanging ferns adorn...Read More

Ground candy pass cigarette thrill
Around dandy bass chia pet dill
Found randy crass softly set still

Rhyming is fun play
Timing great today
Writing a book in a way
One glorious word that will stay

Bound sandy gas often met krill
Clowned Andy mass always get fill
Hound...Read More

friday 14, 2020

SHE SCRAMBLED EGGS ENOUGH TO FEED TWENTY PEOPLE
AND MADE ENOUGH TOAST TO FEED FIFTY.
HAM AND OYSTERS, AND STEAKS FOR FIFTY
AND SHE MADE BOTH BISCUITS AND ROLLS.
CUCUMBERS AND ENGLISH MUFFINS
AND THE JUICES OF ORANGES AND CUCUMBERS
WERE TO QUENCH THE...Read More

It’s a caliginous hour.
All this universe of verse 
Portrays random snippets of you,
It does not spell out the alphabet of reality,
As I utter, compliment, 
And offer rivers of lexical jewels
You’d find tender in the ode of fatherly love,
Under this nimbostratus...Read More