Rosin Poems - Poems about Rosin

...SOSTENUTO When I hear that pure note on a violin string It’s a needle and thread pushed into my chest Like a long thin nerve with a message to carry Such that hope and anticipation might marry ......

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...With my emotions varying like tremelo this morning, I reach for my life companion that has been with me since I was eight years old while not physically the same one, it is the one that serves m......

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

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...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 ......

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

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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