Best Rosin Poems

An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber ice
Wide upward swing, long downward slice.
A rotund dish, the restless...

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“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.”

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I woke up this morning, 
Believe me, I was ready to play.
For those of you 
Who are unaware 
Today's a gargantuan day.
Electrifying excitement 
Alive and in the air. 
There's nothing else quite like it
For anyone to compare.
Pine tar, rosin fragrance 
And that of fresh cut...

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I went for a morning stroll
I had a decision to make
A road to choose
I knew where I was heading
French bread and rosin bun
I took the high road first
I went the low road home
Road choice still waiting
It wasn’t a serious choice to make
I had paid my...

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Nomadic tribes traveling along forgotten
Mountain passes.
A village built upon wooden wagon wheels.
A homeless nation searching for a homeland
That no longer exists.
People cast asunder at the four winds mercy,
Without roots safety line.
Cultural diversity an unexceptionable social, 
Barrier to non-conform to the societies norm.
Outcasts gypsies living on...

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It sings
It cries
It yells.
It loves bow.
Bow loves it. 
I guess they have no choice.
They come as one.
One cannot function without the other.
It gets jealous when Bow is with Rosin.
Rosin laughs.
It yells
It cries
It sings for Bow to come back home.
Back to the case where the famous...

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Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep depth of tidal spore. And the secret passageways of the...

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Someone playing a concrete violin
with a jackhammer
on a midnight sidewalk,
street lights gawk,
flickering fascination,
tuning keys locked,
rosin swipes declined

chalks marks hold hop scotch trinkets
tossed into the numbered squares,
pawned now for a glass of chardonnay
and a plate of cheese

Paneled walls ache
of yesterday’s smoke rings,
scentless air fresheners,
hanging Christmas trees
presumed...

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There’s nothing quite like
The smell of a cast iron 
Wood fired  cook stove
On a chill Kentucky morning
Brewed coffee, platter of eggs
Pork chops and bacon
Hint of wood smoke scent
And ashes…Rosin and Pine
And a wee lad to savor these
…Future memories  of mine…

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There was a dancer in an old hall,
Who came everyday without fail,
She elegantly sway in the silence of it all,
Her dress ever flowing like a ship in sail,

A deep yearning exuberate from each step,
Such loneliness expressed in her spin,
At times, tears dripped after each fouette,
Leaving...

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Hanks of horse tail
Fractured hair
Slipping pegs    and
Rosin dust

Memories of these tunes
I used to play as a kid
Hadn't heard them in many years
One page each    or
Half-a-page
In this book with a blue cover -
'Thirty Violin Pieces You Love To Play' -
Like...

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Fiddle player
Dance and dance
Kick up your heals
With ants in your pants

Or bees that sting
While tapping your toes
And dancing your jig
As you get up and go

Play us a melody
Or play us a tune
Bring us some sunshine
And we’ll do-si-do round mid-moon

Fiddle player
Play and play
Rosin your bow
As again...

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With my emotions varying like tremelo this morning, 
I reach for my life companion
that has been with me since I was eight years old
while not physically the same one,
it is the one that serves me currently

Preparation doesn’t take long
Opening the case, I breathe in the...

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i mistake the divine
as i tend
to worship your tune
let the music define
and then rend
what is left of me

tilt your neck against mine
do pretend 
i'm all yours to wound
it's your touch on my spine
that may bend
all reality

rest the world

vacillate through the wires
and i'll spend
an aeon or...

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the darkness falls...the winter night
and I'm afraid....my love's not right

you squall around the cabin doors,
you seep through rosin in the floors,

cold ,so cold you have become,
it seems your heart has frozen numb
come thaw the ice that stills your blood
I feel the floe,the mental flood,
of icebergs...

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