Music Quatern Poems

"ALL MY LIFE YOU HAVE BEEN SO GOOD" 
There is a song that I treasure. 
It speaks of the goodness of God. 
When first heard,...

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IT’S ONLY ROCK AND ROLL

“I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll”
The music genre that emerged
In the early to mid-fifties
Called rock music in mid-sixties

With a back...

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I’m thankful for the light and love
Joy runs through my heart, mind and soul
Beckoning to me from God’s throne
Grace abides inside my spirit

Breathing hope, faith...

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Autumn is waiting in the wings,
hiding discretely among trees,
in plaintive music a bird sings,
coaxing a ride on a cool breeze.

Summer, reluctant to cede day
Autumn is...

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As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
Mists linger ‘til midmorning, caressing trees
It's evident that the temperature slowly drops,
For a chill is accompanying the August breeze.

Slight...

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His love gentles the eager wind
Calming, inspiring – vowing
Peace within, a holy silence
Whispering grace into the soul

Wonders twirl proudly amidst dreams
His love gentles the eager...

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Their sadness sounds from distant hills,
Drums speaking strength, valor not lost
Calling warriors to give might and will
Victories now but at what cost.

Now drums guide dancers'...

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Reborn here now without baggage
This is the place God has given
Working so hope gives a challenge
To those who have been forgiven

Music breathes joy into the...

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Reborn here now without baggage,                    ...

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body withers but our love grows
life’s a roller coaster for sure
through rain and shine, we are aglow
happenings any, hearts are pure

Gods benedictions, we imbibe 
body...

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As the audience falls silent,
the lights dim; the curtain gets drawn.
And a magical night begins,
launched upon a sea of whispers.

Fantasy folds reality
as the audience falls...

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You walk light on mist in blue hill, 
winds waft to carry you along, 
whispering in ear a sound shrill, 
in the heart it becomes...

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ODE TO ODES ®

Patterns of raindrops on my windowsills
And a rivalry with the scorching sun
Ordinate and baste me an idea
Light filters through the raindrops
Weary wind...

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Gnarled fingers yearn to touch those keys
and perform Moonlight Sonata
Young supple hands once played with ease
mum had memorized Toccatta 

She hasn’t played for several years,
gnarled...

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Until the drought of '88
Euphonic sounds adorned his walls,
as he, his wife, and daughter ate
and laughter tripped through carefree halls.

His wife caressed the ivoried keys...

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