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I'm so in love with you
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"She told me remeber that time
when you were having problems
I wanted to tell you what it was
I didn't cause I thought you'd
fall in love with me and wouldn't
leave me alone. It aint you or us it's
me< I don't want a love affair that
fizzles and fades. Love true love
last forever and a day."
Written by" The Soprano
who was interrupting for the
Contralto.
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reminder
It aint Love until she
responds to your forwardings
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YES / NO
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Categories:
flute player, character, music,
Form: Bio
In the subway, a flute player,
at his feet, cents, and dimes.
He is young, skinny,
large peppery Adam’s apple
bobbing,
all sharp elbows and pursed lips,
an old time preacher channeling Bach,
not hell-fire, but more the flame
of creation.
At a distance,
watching him hunched over the notes -
too shy to stand in the presence,
I interlope; try not to intrude.
Is the breath in his lungs
from God or hunger?
God does not bother
with questions,
unconcerned as She is
with the speaker or the listener.
She does come with Her music however,
when I hunger.
Categories:
flute player, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In the subway, the flute player
(cents and dimes at his feet).
He is young and thin,
all sharp elbows and kissing lips
like an old time preacher
channeling Bach.
Watching him hunch over the notes
I can't help thinking
if the breath in his lungs
comes from God or hunger.
Then I wonder if I
who hunger after so many things
should even ask that question?
Categories:
flute player, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The girl picked up the flute and played.
It sang and sang and sang;
Sometimes low like a wild cat’s purr;
Sometimes high like a songbird.
Sometimes loud like a charging bull;
And sometimes quiet like a whisper that dances in your ears.
Categories:
flute player, art, beautiful, emotions, music,
Form: I do not know?
You gave the street a tune of flute
Taught us a lesson not just the tune
Holding the flute you struggle the life
You are a teacher taught us life
Blindness wasn't a barrier to my life
Humming a tune you survive the life
Wait a minute you people who run!
To offer a value to this great man
Categories:
flute player, society,
Form: ABC