Sharps Poems - Poems about Sharps

... I've written Sonnets in C Major key ~ funeral music to me No notes on bars in flats or sharps ~ fingered morbidly sour on stringed harps ......Read the rest...

...DIMASH THE SHEPHERD (Story of One Sky Conclusion) I am Shepherd Cloaking myself In God’s soft simplicity My tasks complete Songs sung Light shone Souls ignited Each day seven wheels ......Read the rest...

...Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder A gentle firm touch Ancient fingers stretching awake And for that moment in time, I receive you My body marinates in your history, Delicacies, trauma, an......Read the rest...

...I've met myself many times coming and going... generally a quick smile and respectful nod – seldom pausing to chat, both of us longing for more together company I (me/myself) have met so......Read the rest...

...Vivacissimo guitar sitting unplayed, unlearned beside its counterparts: piano, saxophone, koto, soon to be joined by a banjo a silent quintet untouched, unheard why do I not put my ha......Read the rest...

...Quirks Lennon and McCartney Composed a song for harps, But neither one was very good At reading flats and sharps. DaVinci was a total whiz at graphic arts and science, but could he run a ......Read the rest...

...[Capitalized words are titles of some delightful poems by Sam Kauffman, each followed by a line from that poem] How Can This Be - a thousand pieces of brokenness, fit perfectly ......Read the rest...

...Somewhere beyond your misty horizon where clouds bow low to receive the sun's benediction of brilliant amethyst and gold-rimmed glory, and where wind shapes the sharps and flats of an endless sir......Read the rest...

...Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I studied music once, too, but tha......Read the rest...

...They weren’t going to like me anyway No one else ever had So I gave them my sharps and my pokes and my sneers I gave them my toughness. To let them know. They were right. I was so bad, no one co......Read the rest...

...III. It was the next day the sheriff rode out, three bodies had been found in a dry gulch. The sheriff saw Paul meet him at the door, heard raves from the back, where his brother sulked. The s......Read the rest...

...My harmonica cries, in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; wailing bittersweet joy. Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; it’s in the wailing that color blooms. Mouth-harp m......Read the rest...

...II. It was several days before trouble came, the quiet seemed at odds with all the news, the papers told of a nation enraged, with loud cries for the Sioux to meet their doom. Myron was out fe......Read the rest...

...MUSIC IN THE LISTENING LAB Notes! Notes of music Bouncing Off of walls – off of chairs Off of ceilings and off the floors Running down the hall in half steps Flooding every inch of space......Read the rest...

...My harmonica cries, in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; wailing bittersweet joy. Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; it’s in the wailing that color blooms. Mouth-harp m......Read the rest...