Music Watching Poems

I’m a people watcher 
A thing I instinctively do
Please don’t take offence 
If you see me watching you
Walking, such a common thing
We do every single...

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stop sitting in that Paris street
you know I hate it when you crash
through all the flags that people wear
and all the chords are played by...

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This true story must be told,                                       ...

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I am sitting on a park bench 
Listening to the sound of my music
Staring off into the distance
As a tree catches my eye
It is dotted...

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sitting in some type of sand
listening to the angels whisper
the water is flowing like gentleness on calm
a rare smile creeps up on me while watching...

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The skaters glide across the ice,
Perform a triple axel, twice!
But sometimes fall and pay the price;
I don’t know how they do it.

For if a slip...

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They glide across the ice like silk,
Then leap and twirl and spin,
Their bodies molded to the perfect
Shape that they are in.

Their costumes sparkle in the...

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"Look at the stars, look at how they shine for you and everything you do"          ...

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Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
that lilac
and lavender
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted 
tongue
to level the valley 
and shallow
the depths of the gorge.

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"The winter wonderland here, through every window, 
The home filled with it's own wonderland,
With the music of old and cheer.
The Douglas fur with many colors,
The...

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I sat down to watch the radio

There was nothing on TV

I have two hundred channels

But there was sweet F.A for me

I could have watched one...

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It’s a Saturday night; all the lads are on the beer
Posing in their best clothes – look out ladies we are here
They swiftly down a...

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It was midnight and my dream was shattered
I fell into darkness
A nightmare
I was sinking, drowning, dying…
But then I heard the laugh of a child
Carefree and...

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Do you live in a Palace, little girl?
A crystal mountain's majesty
Where prismed lights of pink and blue
In butterfly profusion play...

Do you have rainbow walkways, little...

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I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known.
Winds start a virgin dance
of reeds.
There was a music for a monk
I prepare myself
to run into the storm.

You...

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