It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
.
.
Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS
virtual concerts
during the long lockdown days
the sound of music
spanish guitar plays
my favorite melody
musicians use zoom
Don’t freeze the stream of life,
let it flow to the sea of ecstasy.
Don’t stop the music of rhapsody,
once it begins with grace of God.
____________
May 8, 2023
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem
No 63 contest
as i sing a song of sadness
see the notes drop down like rain
such an overwhelming melody
that haunts me now and then
and i’ll never stop the music
that is running through my brain
keeping time with every heartbeat
living off eternal pain
when i’m crying out the lyrics
and the lyrics never change
see i’ve got it memorized because
i’m screaming out your name
when this requiem is over
emptiness is all that’s left
always knowing it will start again
until it stops with death
The music stopped, so did time
I looked in her eyes
Which I saw my eyes looking back
Her eyes in tuned with mine
The music a favorite to remember
Our embrace did not ease up
Please Mr. DJ play another slow song
Don’t stop the music, it’s only September
The music continued, I saw the radiance
A glow around her, I felt the vibration
The night was nearing an end, may I call again?
The call was made, we still dance in cadence
You have always fascinated me
Your wide white wings and the magic wand
Every time you offer a fly
I give in, albeit you going to drop me from high
Every time you mesmerize ne
To dance with the stars
I give in, albeit knowing you going to stop the music in sometime
Every time you allure me to the wonderland
I give in, albeit you going to wake me up from the sleep
Every time you wipe my tears and console my pain
I give in, albeit you going to take my vulnerability granted some day
I give in and I give in
Like a child who runs to her mom every time she falls
You have always fascinated me
Your wide white wings and the magic wand
-puvi
From the lone journey you can’t get away
With the irate strangers on crowded rides
You would hear surely someone within say
It's time for you to take on the world wide.
On your climb of the steep hill you strive hard
People would try pull you down, but be bold
You would remember somewhere you had heard
It's time for you to take on the world cold.
Living sad in the gloomy space of rut
Mind would bury happiness under grimes
You would hear clear someone within assert
It's time for you to take on the tough times.
Feeling the pained life with a broken heart
Peace would melt away from your soul sublime
You would remember before you depart
It's time for you to take on the toiled times.
Take the cold world and the tough times head on
They would revolve, show you a new dawn's sun
Don’t freeze the waves of life, let it roll on
Don’t stop the music when it has begun.
September 16, 2017.
Syllable count : 10 per line
Contest : All Yours (Mar 17)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Yes it is little old eccentric me
Sipping on my Margherita at 6:03
And it will always be eccentric me
But that doesn’t mean, my lamb,
That you have to take me as I am
You have permission to change me
And though it’s easier to change the past
I felt I had to tell you how I feel at last
I agree, what I do should be under review
When the music I play is angry and loud
I won’t laugh when you start to roar
I’ll stop the music. Don’t want a war!
I’ll offer you a drink and something to eat
Take off your shoes and massage your feet
But cause won’t be reason for the night
Just believe in me and my Margherita
The night will be ours to seek delight
I’ll make a delicious Margherita for you
Play only the music I know you like,
Look out glass doors for a perfect view
And like two youngsters who just met
We’ll cuddle up close like we use to do
The walls won’t crack, the floor won’t shake
My Margherita glass certainly won’t break
But it will be I’m sure, the perfect solution
High and in love and stopping a revolution.
I just want it to be quiet.
Stop the music, stop the noise,
Stop my brain from playing
With her everlasting toys.
But I must think this through.
If I stop the music, stop the noise,
Will I stop my brain from playing
With her necessary toys?
The music itself is healing
Everyone loves music, in beautiful light tones
Please do not stop the music
An interaction between emotion and soul
Dreams in time and melody
Please do not stop the music
Relaxed and peaceful, still excited and happy
An important bodily experience with emotions
Please do not stop the music
Rhythm and harmony motivation for learning
Musical culture in early childhood
Please do not stop the music
01.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
What does it take to stop a beating heart?
To freeze the blood circling each organ?
To stop the music a steady rhythm makes?
What does it take to stop the changeless process of one’s lungs?
To cause their lips to spread and never let out another exhale?
To never allow oxygen to travel through their system again?
What does it take to take someone’s father?
To take someone’s husband?
To take someone’s son?
To not allow another glance to pass through from a loved one?
To not allow the arrival back home, after a simple “see you later”?
What does it take to watch someone relive their whole life
before their eyes observe daylight for the last time?
To fall to their end?
For every ligament and muscle to give out?
To be helpless and turn to dust?
What does it take to live after that?
To have a conscious mind?
To be conscious, period?
To begin again after ordering someone’s end?
Does it take away?
Please my friend, don't stop
Don't stop the music of your mind
Don't stop the dance of your soul
I will join you in love, together in unity
In creating words bigger for the screen
In peace our words will be louder than screams
place two chairs in a room
with three people moving around them
and at some point playing music
stop the music
and one person will be
left without a chair
looking for a way to get a chair
or will just disappear
you set the stage
you caused the outcome
one nothing
The Other Side of the Moon
Odin Roark
Pink
Oh Pink
Such a reality
Yes
I’ll breathe in the air
Won’t be afraid to care
So much to inhale
Black
Murky
Clear
Translucent
All
All
Rolling strings
Brushes caressing the heads
Anonymous voices
Vibratory echoes
Guitar vibes never ending
All there
Our transport
To the other side
Never stop the music
Infuse the clear air
Giving plain air guts
Love
Insight
Your vibes
My vibes
C’mon
Doesn’t get any better
Those voices in the distance
Wanting so much
Just to be heard
Forever
Lather the strap
Shave the excess
Render the recess bells glorious
We’re out on your playground
Gilmour and Waters
Even on your own
Genius knows immortality
Still so sublime
Strings ever present
Never the echo will fade
Never the voices of old
Young in the past
It’s all the same
Just passion in words
And sound
Ageless
Listen…
Only in the minds of the unconscious
Will their sound fade…
Love’s language forever an enigma
Politely, you take hold of my hand
Together, we tried to be on land
You are leading the command
as we sway for some fun...
I catch your diamond stare
I did not see any glare.
Rather, I feel something flare.
Persons around, yells,
"we could be a pair..."
We round-and-round unto the floor
Not wanting to stop the music
Requesting for more.
My heart seems to sing and soar
For I feel it right through my core...
© O. E. Guillermo
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