Rosin Poems - Poems about Rosin

...Photosynthesis the Rosin, Rosin who which makest me the visible spectrum that goes from bl......Read the rest...

...i mistake the divine as i tend to worship your tune let the music define and then rend what is left of me tilt your neck against mine do pretend i'm all yours to wound it's your touch on ......Read the rest...

...Hey…did I ever tell you ‘bout the greatest baseball game, Or should I say…the one that gave “Ol' Babe” his famous name? Like several other great ones, there were many hits that day, And if it h......Read the rest...

...“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.” Bram Stoker The successive pounding of the hammer......Read the rest...

...I went for a morning stroll I had a decision to make A road to choose I knew where I was heading French bread and rosin bun I took the high road first I went the low road home Road choice stil......Read the rest...

... There’s nothing quite like The smell of a cast iron Wood fired cook stove On a chill Kentucky morning Brewed coffee, platter of eggs Pork chops and bacon Hint of wood smoke scent A......Read the rest...

...I woke up this morning, Believe me, I was ready to play. For those of you Who are unaware Today's a gargantuan day. Electrifying excitement Alive and in the air. There's nothing else quit......Read the rest...

...Someone playing a concrete violin with a jackhammer on a midnight sidewalk, street lights gawk, flickering fascination, tuning keys locked, rosin swipes declined chalks marks hold hop scotch......Read the rest...

...Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep depth......Read the rest...

...There was a dancer in an old hall, Who came everyday without fail, She elegantly sway in the silence of it all, Her dress ever flowing like a ship in sail, A deep yearning exuberate from each s......Read the rest...

...It sings It cries It yells. It loves bow. Bow loves it. I guess they have no choice. They come as one. One cannot function without the other. It gets jealous when Bow is with Rosin. Rosin l......Read the rest...

...Nomadic tribes traveling along forgotten Mountain passes. A village built upon wooden wagon wheels. A homeless nation searching for a homeland That no longer exists. People cast asunder at the four w......Read the rest...

...An ebon sky, darkness to light Diamond stars, mosaic night Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white Floodlights a scene of will and might. The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux Fiddle to chin, str......Read the rest...

...Fiddle player Dance and dance Kick up your heals With ants in your pants Or bees that sting While tapping your toes And dancing your jig As you get up and go Play us a melody Or play us......Read the rest...

...Hanks of horse tail Fractured hair Slipping pegs and Rosin dust Memories of these tunes I used to play as a kid Hadn't heard them in many years One page each or Half-a-page In this b......Read the rest...