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Read Poems by Emile Pinet

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Jazz Band Combo

Street musicians, in poverty’s finest,
beg recognition for a few spare coins.

The rhythm of their beat intoxicates,   
seducing you with their audacity.

Trumpets, offset by the whisper of strings,
harmonize in a release of passion.

Enraptured by the sound of their music, 
youthful bravado numbs pangs of hunger.

Brass brings depth and life to their playing, 
as feelings intensify with each chord.  

Pathos and revelry played in tandem, 
one speaks to the heart, one calls to the soul.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 6/22/2017 3:25:00 PM

    their talents rewarded with only a few coins, love the write Emile... ~*
  1. Date: 6/21/2017 7:14:00 PM

    Emile how can I not like this. Took piano lessons for 7 years and play the trumpet. Enjoy many genres but favor jazz, though of the chamber styles like a Studnitsky or Julian Wasserfuhr. Standup poetry Emile! g
  1. Date: 6/21/2017 3:48:00 PM

    I adore jazz music emailed so thoroughly enjoyed your descriptive poem, I'm currently out in a pub listening to blue's music:-) hugs Jan xx
  1. Date: 6/21/2017 3:31:00 PM

    Loved it Emile. I can hear them now...
  1. Date: 6/21/2017 3:04:00 PM

    I'm guessing you live in New Orleans. I can feel the sun's heat, the bricks, hear the music. And I've never even been there. Nicely done.
  1. Date: 6/21/2017 3:02:00 PM

    That an enjoyable poem to read here Emile. Thanks for sharing :)

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