Music Poems

BASS CLEFT SIGN HOLDER....RATTIA TAT, RATTA TAT TAT!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S AT.

tREBLE CLEFT SIGN HOLDER........rOUX BULL SAY YE. OF LOVE TO SUPPER.
DOES SAY SHE IN LOVE WITH HER LOVER
TO MOON THE HONEYS OF OTHERS.

fRENCH HORN PLAYER... WHUR, WHUR,...Read More

2 POUNDS(OR 1 CUP AND 1/2 CUP) OF ITALIAN SAUSAGE MEAT BROWNED AND DRAINED.......


4 CUPS OF JASMINE RICE ) BROWNED(
2 TABLESPOONS OF GARLIC POWDER
1 TABLESPOON OF CAYENNE PEPPER
1/2 CUP OF DICED SAUTEED GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP ONIONS DICED AND SAUTEED
1 TEASPOONS...Read More

lusty leaves wave
rusty rhythm plays
airy accordion pukes
callous concerto's tune
mystic music melt
smothering saucy crest

dark diminuendo dribbles
hoisting hankering wrinkles
seeped'n sassy treble

like tactic tiers
severed syllables smeared
on papyrus's peers

same spell squashes
emotion love lodges.
     '20:02:25:14:20...Read More

they recreated the virus to find what would naturally destroy it
research had shown that re-evaluating what existed to find
what might exist could
allow us a greater understanding of the virus.
from mutating and regenerating
to overpower any cure or remedy we might find...Read More

Frustrated by my
Inability to cope
Got me second
Guessing
Don't know where
To get my inspiration from
It could be better
Don't know what to do
To make it right
Tweek the beganning
Change the middle
The end never turns 
Out right

Get myself believing
Product of my game
Less on stressing
A little...Read More

Frustrated by my
Inability to cope
Got me second
Guessing
Don't know where
To get my inspiration from
It could be better
Don't know what to do
To make it right
Tweek the beganning
Change the middle
The end never turns 
Out right

Get myself believing
Product of my game
Less on stressing
A little...Read More

GOD WANTS TO BRING ME THROUGH

When I think of my past, I become so downcast
O’er my failures and my sins,
Then I think of the day when Christ took them away
And He gave me peace within.
I can mourn with disgrace o’er...Read More

True terror taps
on my bedroom window.
I know that I have
no choice
but for a while I
remain
under the covers,
the air becoming
more and more stale
as my breathes become
deeper. And quicker.
The tapping is music and
rhythmic and present and
all in time with the frantic
beating of...Read More

Unfinished


I’ve been catching sunbeams in a little glass jar.
I’ve got nothing to lose now, apart from my self-control.
I want to set free the world and release my soul afar.
I’ve lost control of growing old.


Head still thinking sideways, but now I...Read More

What nights began at dawn
For the day is strained to
end with the setting of the
Sun
Lonely nights have women
To be less than perfect angels

Days eager end leaves her cold
Must these strangers have
Need for her company
Must strangers make mention
Of those nights
Whos whispers...Read More

What nights began at dawn
For the day is strained to
end with the setting of the
Sun
Lonely nights have women
To be less than perfect angels

Days eager end leaves her cold
Must these strangers have
Need for her company
Must strangers make mention
Of those nights
Whos whispers...Read More

Her preparations to be his
was at the exspence of others
each morning started from
the night before
she commanded his attention
and demanded his loyality
while she sought favor from
others redefining words like
contrite and non chalet
Saving her need for others
While she gathered gossip
for conversation
there bouts...Read More

nostalgia hovers in the night
candle flickers o so bright

bruised hearts craving serenity
for just an instance of infinity

bluesy melodies fill the room
staving off impending doom

a prayer in worship to divinity
in exchange promises eternity



posted on February 23, 2020...Read More

No Mark
by Michael R. Burch

A wave implodes, 
impaled upon
impassive rocks...

this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...

you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur...

telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before...

here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean...Read More

Chiron was the son of Philyra and Titan,
He was created half-human,
While his back-half was equine,
Best-loved of the centaurian line,
Abandoned by his mother in all haste,
His form regarded by her with distaste,
But although his future had seemed dim,
The god Apollo adopted...Read More

Birthdate?  My family tells me
it was 1900 or so.
I don’t remember being born;
I know when I started to grow.

My first real friend was named Reggie
We first met when I was just six.
It was Christmas Eve, we read from
the Bible...Read More

The Good,                                      ...Read More

Most of the music I’ve written will never see the light of day
I guess it wasn’t meant to be heard here
But that’s okay because still I persevere
Driven by a sense that it’s not for nothing

That there’s an eternity coming…

Where the...Read More

in the time it takes to blink
sometimes I stop to think
what powers lie beneath
a sword outside its sheath
its weight in gold of silence
dangles in the balance
vague stillness turns to ice
within fool’s paradise
its silence unfurls a cloak
consoles heartbroken folk
depths unforeseen
sometimes serene
at...Read More

By day the quarrymen

The music band understand
6 long month's they must wait
till their next recording session

They won't play the ashes all summer
In the winter garden 
With the shed at the bottom
Until the snow subsidies again

So pack away the grand piano
Bass...Read More

Our life is made up of milestones,                                 ...Read More

A happy go lucky guy was he,   
until the "thread" of bad health set in.      
As the many years passed by,            ...Read More

Last night
I poured some memories into a glass 
They didn’t fill it, not at all
The bottle was almost empty 
When I started pouring
Someone else’s history
I sipped, gulped, finished it
I always drink too quickly
When I like the taste
Such a stupid thing...Read More

Memories of future events

	Recollections of measures ahead

		Reminiscence in fast forward

			Aspirations leaping back

        Projections of past reckoning

	        Icebergs frozen in conscience

		      ...Read More

Music is a form of liquid art that, when you close your eyes,
will paint a picture in your mind with a paint that never dries.

And being that it’s liquid…music has one solitary goal
to paint all the crevices of your heart...Read More

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