Aug 11 2008

Digital Music

Rockin’ rhythms, ever livin’ Beat is poundin’, always givin’ Always jumpin’; always thumpin’ Hear the music as it’s pumpin’ Digital is always playin’ But I can’t hear what it’s sayin’ Nerves are twitchin’; this is bitchin’ In the den and in the kitchen Sounds are all that I am hearin’ But I love it and I’m cheerin’ Keep it goin’, never stoppin’ As I’m twitchin’ and [...]

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Jun 16 2008

Dancing with a dream

Dancing with a dream As you fell into my arms A perfect fit The feeling, felt so right We gazed into each others eyes We knew it As we grasped each other And held so tight. The pounding of our hearts Beating to the melody Of Sinatra crooning “I’ll never smile again.” The smile was there For fifty six years Suddenly the music stopped, You left Called home. Now I’m all alone. Awaiting [...]

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Jun 08 2008

Watching Bewildered

(Here’s something from Feb. 2008) His eyes watch her from across the room. Her body, sways like palm trees in the wind. Her hand, an ice-skater gliding the chalk over the board. Her voice, a song the sweet birds sing. His face, unfathomable still, but eyes glisten watching the performance mill. What is he thinking? I wonder, watching his eyes focused on only her all the bustling bodies disappear asunder. The tap tap tap of [...]

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May 31 2008

Time

Life is a flaming ocean, and desires are Floating in there, at times delving into Depths and again, surfacing with the froths. Grief is a point in life. Happiness another one Life swings as a pendulum between Theses two points, in despair and joy That is Life…A pendulum. Inception, in cries and tears Then grows and develops, a big smile Enveloped in happiness and mirth; Beguiled [...]

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May 22 2008

Melody…

Why did you call me again, fragrance of my dreams? Roving through the seven seas and the seven mountains, Without knowing your destination. In the middle of impenetrable darkness, In my half slumber, I heard the music Of your love, calling me… Why did you call me? In the hub of the spring, while I was sleeping Drained and sapped, and my flute [...]

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May 21 2008

WHICH TINT OF THE RAINBOW?

Which tint is of the rainbow! Which note is of the sextet! In your eyes, In your lips, What is the tone of The music you hum? I will adorn the treads you walk With flowers… magnificent. Open those steps for me to walk, Dress up for me this night, And keep yourself for me, To take you near my soul To make you the rhythm of my [...]

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May 19 2008

I love a Parade

                                                                               I love a parade   The Memorial Day parade Happy, yet a somber day, Honoring those who gave their life So all may Enjoy Basking in freedom and liberty Free from strife.                                                                       The rat-tat tat of the drum The toot toot toot of the horn Brings out the innate Love of a parade To which every man was born.   The rod straight sight of the [...]

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May 17 2008

at the piano

it’s been more than a year now,, since father left us,, mother, and i alone.. things have not been easy,, but we are making our way,, in this strange world,, into which we’ve both been thrown… with father gone, and little in the coffer,, after his illness and burial and such,, our one saving grace,, has [...]

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May 11 2008

No Time For The Chorus

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , David Pekrul @ 17:27
Our time passes by and we hardly have time for the chorus, While singing the verses and doing the things here before us, A symphony, jingle, or maybe a song sung by Doris, By end of the day, there is not enough time for the chorus We hear all the words, but we don’t comprehend what they’™re saying, Because we [...]

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May 03 2008

The Cafรฉ

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , White Rose @ 19:13
Black eyes gaze from faded photographs… Music of the Romany Danced in between, Languid women, Bodies like Melted butter, Sipping their Fin a’ l’eau Their laughter, The rustling Of dead leaves And dark men Flashing smiles Hair slicked, With the faint Scent of Patchouli The air dense With the smoke Of Clove cigarettes It was their cafรฉ, A chimera for The disenchanted The last haven Of hope for the Forgotten ones SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "The Cafรฉ", url: "http://poempoempoem.com/poemsandstories/the-cafe/" });

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