Written By:
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The Motif was decided to
precede each new verse
The words were written
to inspire a sound
a big bold beautiful
sound
happy enough to smile
melancholy from the frustration
of lacking inspiration
having been blessed with those
who share the interest of completion
and a strong spirt
those music lovers
are willing to collaborate and compose
to complete that full rainbow of
emotion that put's signatures
on something which
pride allows those
to understand.words that inspire music
the joy of collaborative efforts
the sadness of not being able to full afford
the full Orchestra
the freedom to create
the human experience( in celebration of)
and the natural way it feels to be around lovers
of Music in a creative sense!
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I saw him put sand on the epoxy rosined floor
to create a sound when he Tap Danced.
It was his way of helping up
create a sound a melody and beat.
It worked we did several Compositions from
this feat.
Categories:
rosined, analogy, leadership, music, romantic
Form: Ballad
Charlie went up to heaven...
He and his soul of steel
He said "If you don't mind I'll leave my music behind...
I made that devil a deal"
He came across him when he was young
Sawin' on a fiddle playin' it hot
He won a fiddle of gold against his soul
A lesson the devil never forgot
Charlie rosined up his bow...
And he put the devil to rest
Still, till this day even with his wings
Charlie Daniels played the fiddle the best
(R.I.P.)
Charlie Daniels...
The "Long-Haired Country Boy"
Categories:
rosined, tribute,
Form: Lyric
From death exudes the acrid breath of Hell
in burning pyres of rosined timbers' blaze.
Return to me where passion's fires dwell
enchanted by the light of your sweet gaze.
I can't endure through life's infernal pain,
without your love, no, nothing can remain,
so burn my soul to soot in hearths of char
and cast each lonely ash to pits of tar.
I know in truth I'm not the one you need.
Emotions smolder deep in fiery night
to have you here just feels so real and right
but if you leave my heart will surely bleed.
You beast, now burn my bones in flames of coal,
your flames of fire will never touch my soul.
04/24/16
Categories:
rosined, emotions, fire, strength,
Form: Sonnet
In a vally, so deep and narrow.
We find the indian, him and his bow and arrow.
Where waters which flow in a steady current.
Cover the rocks and the stones, which forever flourish.
Bucks and buffalo cross this channel.
Easy prey, for the bow and arrow.
On this dark dim dusk filled day.
We find the indian, him and his easy prey.
He pulled out his arrow.
Rosined up his bow.
Drew back hard.
Kept his hands down low.
He fired his arrow.
It flew through the air.
There lie the buffalo; and the indian,
who didn't care..
Indian Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Categories:
rosined, native american, nature,
Form: Narrative
In The Distant Beauty of Another Place
Four strings, smooth hand oiled skin,
imbued with joy’s countless hours.
A friend to one so lonely,
a voice to her silent awakening heart
each movement a dance
in the distant beauty of another place.
Her rosined bow coaxing sweetness
from the inanimate wood and string,
subtle hands speaking of her dreams,
her fears, her desire to be free –
As free as the haunting vibrations
emanating through her being –
awakening the fervor of her love
arousing the awareness of her passion.
Old strings embraced by young hands
renewed by love’s request,
responding to the sensuous touch
of beauty’s siren song.
Dimmed lights, hushed crowd,
four strings dance with rosined bow,
soft tears speaking through varnished wood
in the distant beauty of another place.
John G. Lawless
12/20/2014
submitted to – Let The Music Play On – poetry contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose
Categories:
rosined, character, devotion, freedom, music,
Form: Free verse
UNWANTED VIOLIN SOLO
She wrested notes from unwilling
And resisting rosined string.
The rhythm struggled to assert control
Over her strained and anxious soul.
Mother shushed her resisting offspring,
Father struggled with his watch’s mainspring.
Children twisted hair and faces :
All wished to be in other places.
Categories:
rosined, music,
Form: Couplet
The first time I heard this I was in disbelief.
As he readied to play he rosined a long bow.
And he played with a flair of beauty and motif,
“On a hill far away” the notes softly and slow.
Without breaking his stride “In the garden”, he played.
I heard voices of angels in tune through it all.
The heads bow, their lips move, the congregation prayed.
Not intending to preach, someone issued the call.
Through it all the strange notes woefully made demand.
Like a Stradivari, rosined strings strike their hearts.
“Oh why not tonight” played, commanding those at hand,
with small pricks of conscience from the music’s tearful darts
At the end, the blind man, with the bow cross his chair.
Swore he heard the soft voice, Seraphim singing slow.
Saying, now find the thing that was played if you care
should you please rearrange the anagram below
CASUAL SWIM (two words)
©This poem in anapestic tetrameter for
Nette’s “sound madness” contest
24 Oct 2011 Charles Henderson
Categories:
rosined, music,
Form: Rhyme
rosined bows weeping
small ballerina leaping....
emotions heaping
Categories:
rosined, art, music
Form: Senryu
dancing notes carry
hot rosined strings tarry…
rhythms so merry
By Robb A. Kopp
Entered in Dr.Ram Mehta's Contest :Music and Meditation
Categories:
rosined, music
Form: Senryu