Best Studio Poems

In the Meister Halle
The Geist of musicians
Feed on Zeit...

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i need to GET OUT
DEHYDRATING; stuffy
can't wait for OUTSIDE...

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..IT'S BEEN SAID LOVE IS BLIND..
HER LOOKING GLASS SEES JUST FINE..
IN THE MIRROR OF REFLECTION..
MAGNIFIED IMPERFECTION..
NO OPTICAL ILLUSION..
BRINGS HER TO THE CONCLUSION..
THAT YOU ARE PERFECTLY FLAWED..

YOU SEE, SHE CAN SEE THE ISSUE..
DEEP DOWN IN THE TISSUE, FROM WHICH EMERGES THE DEFLECTION OF LOVE..
THAT POSSIBLE YOU...

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The Studio At The Beach Part II- The Green Dress Regalia

Her dear father and his consoling ways
If she couldn’t concentrate on schoolwork
he'd put his book down, light his cigar,
In a deep mellow reverie, pick up his guitar
I know it hasn’t been easy with schoolwork
he'd sigh,...

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only You can understand
the heat of mirrors
the brightness of cameras
the resistance of perfumes
the pain of existence
before the cold shower
in the studio of destiny...

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The Red Dress Regalia

                Waning spirits sigh, the roaring ocean calls 
                Her playground, the...

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In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat;
loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark...
very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark.


Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome:
watching snowflakes slowly come...

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Simple
tech
unique
doing
intellectual
overwhelming...

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My mornings will begin five hours past midnight
Eyes barely open, calluses still hardened
I grab the pick from my nightstand
Feeling strong and hyped despite drowsiness
The pick flips as the strings sing their tune
Awakening bliss of chords and melody
Waiting to be in the studio with you..

Light strums...

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I’ve got a mate named Marty who went through the school with me,
but like most teenage scholars gave the teachers buggery,
and when it came to penning words, Marty wasn’t very smart,
but put a brush into his hand then he’d produce the finest art. 

He would...

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Ten guitars line the wall
A rack of six, a rack of four
Standing sideways to me while
Proudly facing me,  two more
Making the point that this was a
Place of music, joy, creative pain
Emphasised by the lyrics of
A broken daisy chain,
Another a  song of 
A life...

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Mind and heart know a deeper light,
Yield to the feel of peace and grace.
Voice lifts the show in that sure flight,
Instinct funds will as motives trace;
Sync visual tact to fashion lot,
Use inner poise to frame bold play;
Align sure act to fill fond plots,
Live calm clear...

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One would not know, to look at me,
my years spent at the ballet barre -
tights sticking to me in summer,
cold fingers in winter.

And the aching to be better,
to be seen,
to be given a correction from my teacher. 
She was the goddess of all dance and...

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It was 1988 
And things seemed great 
I walked off the stage 
With a degree at the right age 

There were changes abound 
As I entered life’s next round 
One happened a few years later 
When bowl games needed to get things straighter 

On New...

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Zarker Street was treeless,
		front porches of houses
		reaching the sidewalk,
		not a square inch of grass
		to welcome even a weed.

		The polio ambulance, like a 
		a hungry animal, idled
		In front of Ronnie Dasher’s house,
		his brother being carted to the curb, 
		bound for an iron lung.
		
		All the kids, having...

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