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Music and your muse
What moves you to write?
What puts your pen in gear?
Your muse you say! Hmmm!
Muse is the root word to
many things like Music
musing, museum, amusing
etc.
So then, what moves your muse?
makes you feel something
is it Music?
Music moves the world in
one way or another
Music makes you feel
one thing or the other
So music moves your muse
and your muse moves
your pen.
Music makes you think
makes you muse.
If music is funny and
you don't have to think
is that why they call it
amusing?
If you listen to the blues
then you may give your muse
the blues, then you will
write sad words of truth.
If you listen to rock music
you are rocking your muse
you may end up writing
views dazed and confused
If you listen to classical music
your muse may be beholden
when listening to beethoven
and be emboldened to write
words that are golden
If you listen to jazz music
all jazzed up and improvised
your muse will be enthused
and your writing more stylized
So next time you wonder
what moves you to ponder
about what moves your muse
put on some music
classical, rock or the blues
and put on your dancing shoes
Then put your pen in your hand
see what ink on the page lands
let your music move your muse.
John Derek Hamilton
April 08,2016
At any time that rain comes pouring down
and thunderbolts invade the rumbling sky
I think of Bittner, Hoffman, Brahms or Strauss.
Their music comes to mind to satisfy
the strong emotions where my soul could drown.
Then when the storm recedes, losing its flair,
dark clouds disperse and sunshine flirts with blue.
Liszt, Grieg, Beethoven intense passion rouse,
combine to bid the vanquished foe adieu:
quiescence reigns as music fills the air.
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This poem is written in (my) SUPLICA form.
It consists of 2 stanzas.
Both stanzas have 5 lines, each 10 syllables long.
(Iambic Pentameter is recommended)
The rhyme scheme is the following:
a - b - C - b - a
d - e - C - e - d
The morning with its silent music creeps slowly up the hill bathing in the scorching sun bursting out of the sky, dancing on hill tops and singing sweet lullabies; as if a baby was sitting in the cradle smiling at me before the morning sun rise with a touch of hope parachuting around the galaxy before it opens its eyes, and destiny suddenly caught my attention. It is the compound melody that you hear when the spirits draw near, it evokes the lyrics of the past whose words are too strong to be told and the forgotten melody that stands between the lines opens a new symphony that Mozart could not sing and Beethoven could play. We wander through the music sheet and penetrate the melody in the deep, listening carefully to the rhythmic pattern and the historical track that climb to the top of the musical ladder. Everything came back and I was still sitting on top listening to the silent music play. There is divine hope in the clouds let me hear it again before I grow old, I have passed the threshold of time, watching the universe teasing man’s mind and conscience and hope began to swell. Close your eyes and you will hear it, open your heart and you will feel it, men of valor who roam the earth thousands of years ago whose spirit is wrapped up into the deity has given prudence to the lyrics’ of time as they search for rhythm to lead them back to the path of clarity. Come and join me beyond the sea I have something significant to show thee, our world is so small yet one small mistake will make the whole world fall, it is the layers that lies between and the inward journey that you cannot see; it is a busy route for the sheep and goat and when you get there the heavens will make you shout. Come listen to the silent music with me that lies beyond the bewildering sea.
Today is the eighth of August and it’s a very special day
Family and friends are here to celebrate Marion's birthday
She's a loving mother to her children and grandchildren too
Gardening and reading books are what she loves to do.
And there are many celebrities sharing Marion's birth year
Danny Boyle, Ravi Shanker, Tom Hanks, and Carrie Fisher
Andy Garcia ,Sue Barker, Theresa May, and Bryan Cranston
Along with La Toya Jackson, Sebastian Coe, and Mel Gibson.
In that year, some musical events made the headline news
Elvis sang “Heartbreak Hotel”, Guy Mitchell "Singing The Blues"
“Roll Over Beethoven” was a hit for the legendary Chuck Berry
Little Richard came on the scene with his hit “Long Tall Sally”.
Johnny Cash’s “I walk The Line”, "Que Sera Sera" by Doris Day
It was the start of the Rock 'n' Roll era that was here to stay
Other news was Prince Rainer 111 married actress Grace Kelly
It was the first ever royal wedding that was broadcast on telly.
Lugano in Switzerland held the first Eurovision song contest
Swiss singer lys Assiaslloll "Refrain" won, it was voted the best
The clean air act was introduced to combat industrial smog
No more walking about getting lost in that thick 'pea super' fog.
A polio epidemic erupted in Ireland and Cork was badly affected
Up and down the country it raged young and old were infected.
The first ever working video recorder was introduced by Amplex
It had a state- of- the -art recording system called Quadruplex.
Queen Elizabeth 11 opened Calder Hall at Sellafield in Cumbria
The first commercial power station that was powered by nuclear
General Electric introduced the world's first "Snooze Alarm" clock
An extra ten minutes in bed diminished the 'rise and shine' shock
But the eighth of August was one of the most notable events
Teresa and Luke welcomed Marion and became proud parents
Years later Bernadette and Luke were born adding to the family
Now they're all proud parents themselves and living life happily.
Happy occasions become fond memories and with you they stay
You'll reflect on them often and like a movie in your mind play
Celebrating with your family and friends makes it a perfect day
So, enjoy and make some memories on Marion's special birthday.
It's quite a bright dusk today
I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky
Although I haven't touched colours for years
After all, images and paintings are quite enough
So why create more without urgent necessity?
The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony
Stands still as if painted on a canvas
It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my rattan chair.
My jasmine tea has long since gone cold.
I can't formulate for myself
What’s the good idea to stare mindlessly
At the trees, the houses around and the sky
The sky is particularly abundant here, it always has been.
Why doesn't a single memory occur to disturb me?
I'd be glad to remember something
Though I probably do remember everything
Without memories, brought by the occasional breeze
To stay for a minute or two
And then fly back thousands of miles away
To where they belong -
I know the address so well.
I have no one to speak to
No one to share something with
Since my beloved passed away
I just wait for her calling
I know she’d call me once
And I’ll be quick to answer
Her magical voice will call my name
And I’ll be there in a split second
At home, with her again
Home is the only thing we need, after all
I’ll ask her to sing me that old song
About nightingales in the Berkeley Square
And then something of Beethoven
Whose music she knew by heart, the every note of it
Its getting darker here now
Sorry for another empty evening
It was beautiful, as always.
Look out on the music these days,
there ain’t a whole lot to say,
techno makes me feel dead inside,
dub-step, just get out of my way.
Hip-hop just rubs me all wrong,
that stuff is barely a song,
maybe there are some gems in there,
most of it’s just here and gone.
Can’t stop rocking,
the six-string talking,
the base-line walking,
the kick-drum knocking,
can’t stop rocking,
the pit is moshing,
the heads are bopping,
the tight shirts hopping;
giving them all that we got,
putting the fans all on lock;
cool licks dropping,
I can’t stop rocking,
I can’t stop rocking it hot.
Don’t get a thing from pop stars,
autotune gets them that far,
hot young thing on a casting couch,
that’s what makes them what they are.
Most of them really can’t sing,
their live shows a recording,
voices like karaoke bars,
I’d say it’s embarrassing.
Can’t stop rocking,
the six-string talking,
the base-line walking,
the kick-drum knocking,
can’t stop rocking,
the pit is moshing,
the heads are bopping,
the tight shirts hopping;
giving them all that we got,
Making all the panties drop;
cool licks dropping,
I can’t stop rocking,
I can’t stop rocking it hot.
Some might say I’m out of step,
don’t you known that rock is dead?
Won’t hear it on the radio,
but something needs to be said:
masterpieces never age,
they carve a place out to stay,
sounds just as fresh as when written,
Beethoven rocks to this day!
Can’t stop rocking,
the six-string talking,
the base-line walking,
the kick-drum knocking,
can’t stop rocking,
the pit is moshing,
the heads are bopping,
the tight shirts hopping;
giving them all that we got,
pushing it over the top;
cool licks dropping,
I can’t stop rocking,
I can’t stop rocking it hot.
Can’t stop rocking,
the six-string talking,
the base-line walking,
the kick-drum knocking,
can’t stop rocking,
the pit is moshing,
the heads are bopping,
the tight shirts hopping;
giving them all that we got,
I’ll die before I dare stop;
cool licks dropping,
I can’t stop rocking,
I can’t stop rocking it hot.
Sitting in front of her piano that morn.
A single thought haunts her attention.
It's a story she found on her book.
She wants to put a lyrics and notes.
So eager to create a masterpiece.
She hung awhile and start to dream.
A song of love that everyone sings.
While playing her piano in opera stage.
She is the center of attraction in the crowd.
A newborn pianist, Lola Astanova plays in sounds.
She can see Victor Babin,Simon Barere and Beethoven.
Smiling in front of her in standing ovation.
She is the hottest talk of the town.
Her masterpieces are known and pride.
A grandest dream she weaves in mind.
Has cut when a flower vase fell in ground.
** 5th Place Winner in Isiah Zerbst's Contest A DAYDREAM **
Matt the librarian loved to own thousands of rare books
and displayed them on shelves keeping an eye on crooks;
one could find the music sheets of young Beethoven;
Jenna loved his classical music and played it on the violin.
He dusted every book, not leaving a speck anywhere;
even rays of sunshine filtering gave them a golden shine;
for fourteen years or more Matt read books on line,
then opened up a bookstore and spent his time there.
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Over twenty years he ran his business with zeal,
he stood six foot four and was a fine navy seal;
folks dropped by to spent an hour reading,
or engage in a cool topic that was interesting.
One afternoon I walked in and I saw him dusting books,
he could reach the top shelf with easiness and glancing
back he greeted me kindly dropping what he was doing
he invited me in, his welcoming was as warm as his looks.
Everyone reading at the long cherry table lifted their eyelids once,
as if I was intruding in their reading and apologizing
I started scanning all those books for an interesting
title and finding it, I joined the other avid readers who smiled twice.
I visited that bookstore often, I bought an old book with a buck
and read it on the spot instead of going to the library;
winter came and kept me away, I spent time on Facebook...
April came and I was shocked to hear that Matt had passed away.
Written on 3/27/2017
Entry for the MORE THAN A SOFT TOY Contest
More Than A Soft Toy
More than a toy--
This poly-cotton blend,
A plushy bear,
My bestest friend.
His name? Chuckles Beary--
And boy can he rock!
Kept his guitar
In an old woolen sock.
When I was down,
All alone with the blues,
He’d “Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news.”
Chuckles played his guitar
“just like ringing a bell.”
His hugs and music
Made everything well.
Even today, grown up
And turning gray,
I can still hear Chuckles
Tune up and say:
“Let me hear that rock and roll music,
any old way you choose it.
Got a backbeat--
you can’t lose it.”
And I’m young again
With Chuckles Beary,
When Rock and Roll was young
And the world a lot less scary
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
Miss you C.B.
Distant strains of piano music
dance into my ears;
colors of vibrancy waiting
to take away my sorrows.
Somewhere black and white keys,
are laughing to the tickle
of nimble fingers;
that tickle my artistic fancies.
A canvas of Beethoven, Bach
or Mendelssohn fills my imagination
and my brush dips, ever so carefully,
into a palette full of elation.
The ecstasy of the arts,
spiritual adventures abounding.
The eyes, ears and spirit are blessed
to receive such sacred secrets.
The colors of music are black and white;
exploding into a billion etheric pigments.