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Best Poems About / On MUSIC
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Violin
She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.
Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.
Melodrama swayed in satin sound
Yet the player wasnt there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.
I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening:
Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.
Then a climax
Writhing passion cutting deep
Wounding macho flesh,
And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.
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Mark R Slaughter
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music
Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Music can make everything feel like home
Music can harm and take away
Music can make you want to stay
Music is the only friend I have
Music is my mom and dad
Music is what keeps me alive
When I feel like I can't survive
jackrabbit krjs
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The Music
I hear the music
The music is playing
The music is soft
The music is now fading
The music is gone
Which means so is my life
No music means no life
The music is gone
Come back to me music
The Music is begining
I have a life
The music is pretty
The Music is wonderful
Oh no
The music is fading again
I love the music
The music is gone
Good bye music
Kathryn Thompson
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The Piano Lurched
Contact was sharp
I jolted from immediacy of senses torn from mind:
Such was I at unawares with you
To strike with Masters single chord that pounced and caught me blind
Piano, how you lurched and rent me through!
Delightful music welcomed me to drift in quasi-syncope:
Soft tranquillo sought to rest my bones
I glided reaching largo; sang with sweet cantabile, and
Forte let me in to louder tones.
I cried with lacrimoso; squirmed when agitato flared;
My hearing rang when fingers danced the trill.
And so it was, this maestro grand was genius declared
Acting out in music for the thrill.
Translating pen to piano, this player takes me back thro time
In the chamber, fine composers charm:
I watch the manic hands of Liszt abound with tunes sublime;
Mozart teased my mood with stark alarm.
Then entered Bach to demonstrate his mathematic flare,
Calculating notes supreme of form.
And I the minion audience sat wanting in my chair,
Having heard my idols all perform.
Did Darwins theory tell at all why Man evolved this way?
Why would music help him to survive?
But scientific muse had veered my thoughts from this display, and
Music called: Just listen - youre alive!
The maestro draws conclusion; lets the piano die a death
To stand as wood, inert just as before
A pollished casket lined with keys, at calm from naught of breath,
Bade me scream: Bravo! and Hail! Encore!
He wakes the box to dance again with noble works of art:
Resurrected; fully primed with zest.
Now even I was back to life with reason in my heart
Heightened from the pounding in my chest.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
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Mark R Slaughter
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