Echoes of music

You are the snappy rhythm
my fingers catch, dally & dance


On black & pale ivory keys
Even with no sheets to follow


You are the sun-lit river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum


You are the flickering rain
on wood & fresh pines my feet sway to


Under verdant sky & billowing clouds
Stringing of noisy grey geese returning


to spring season of maple trees
Open the front door & hear- lilt, verve, cadence-


Never lost, it waits to be found-
This music, & you




The above poem is an edited poem.  Below is the original poem.


You are the rhythm
my fingers catch & play


On black & white keys
Even with no sheets to follow


You are the river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum


Under verdant sky
Stringing of noisy geese returning


to spring season of maple trees
Open the door & hear the call


Your music was never lost
It was just waiting to be found




Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.  We are asked to edit an old poem and kick it up with sensory details.

Milk & Honey

Music weaves in our
                                        story

Once when we were
                                        young

Running around city
                                        lights

Perfume of flowers on our
                                        arms

We rock town with milk &
                                        honey

Jazz & blues & reggae
                                       notes

Climbing faster, we shake 
                                       & sway

Now the sky is a mellowed
                                       apple

Watching every moment
                                       turn

to ripeness.   Time is a
                                       bass

guitar strings on slow
                                       tempo

keyboards & horns bubble
                                       lazily        

You, who still plucks
                                       flowers

from air & kisses me wild at
                                       night        

Get lost in rhythm, a
                                      river

Pulsing, electric waves 
                                      fusion

Of soul & instrument, while
                                              i                                              

Marvel how we love each
                                       time

The beat goes on, on &
                                       on

Photography by :  Benoit Courti

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Anthony D ~
I'm listening to some reggae roots music ~  The title is from one of the songs ~

the music in my head

my fingers pluck 

taut guitar strings, i shake 

off the labels people have of me: 

hardness, coarseness, shallow words

         &  let the beat inside me move 

         to roaring sea, wind, ever restless

         crescendo, then the lilt, slower drum

         beat, shoulders and hips sway & slump 

i should be writing about broken

emptiness, solemn grey clouds

messy fallen leaves, dirty city air  

but my hands strike a nerve of a mountain   

          & grips a rope to bring me 

          down on my knees, searching for fire:   

          that core that leans to the sun

          those tides that full moon smoulders 

                      the tilt of my gravity moves  

                      towards you, softer cadence, 

                      garden you spring  - from me, of me, with me

                      everything pours out in my music: 

                      another love song 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub,

OpenLinkNight  - Thanks for the visit ~

Artist:  Walasse Ting (1986)

The mellow sounds

1992 - Sade

She sings blue 

    diamonds, cold as ice

Saxophone croons low/slow
  
    swaying, undulating silk

Fingers snapping to

    rhythm of raindrops falling  

I turn wet 

    percussions to crackle/sparkle 

My blood turns red/violet sky

    as I recall your hot burning kisses 

I'm melting, I'm sliding down/ground  

    as she sings blue

diamonds, cold as ice

    
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Jazzy inspired poems
and 55 melting words for the G-man - Thanks for the visit ~  

Alibi: I can't say No

Artist:  Dessa- Matches to Paper

I changed the locks
But your key, your key's still working *

Unhinging the door 
Here we go again
Another battle, 
I am too tired to fight , too tired
So I give in to the fever, the fire cutting
My flesh, deeper than  paper cuts 

You cry at night, and ask me for an alibi 
I don't mind helping you, my sister
What I don’t understand is why
When you know damn well what he is doing 
Lying, drinking and raging  - he is Master and you,   

You belong to him, your shirt proudly says,
And so I don’t understand why you are here --
What is the point of leaving him,
When he calls you, you get amnesia & bolt out the door
And you just Can’t Say No…

You cannot see yourself -  your own person: 
Earning your keep & peace 
Taking care of yourself first.  
Not playing with fire.   Not making up excuses.    

If you're asking, I can't say no
Just one more chapter,
Our book won't close
And I know it's madness
To play these odds
It's like giving matches to paper,
To paper dolls*

*Lines and music inspiration from Dessa - Thanks to Marian for introducing her music, Alibi.

  

Posted for OpenLinkNight for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads (every Monday)

and D'verse Poets Pub (every Tuesday) - I started listening to the Alibi video (about abusive relationships) but my words gravitated to the Matches to Paper video.   Dessa's vocals are amazing.  Thanks for the visit ~ 

Like Mexico

you look like Mexico, 
                              familiar old soul
                    
sitting in the silhouette of sunset
gazelle eyes, lips inked red as your corset   
lingering notes from flamenco guitar
you play a thousand times, by the bar

each sharp crescendo, each staccato beat, 
crimson, emerald and indigo bursting heat
fireworks, heady like tequila lime and salt    
i drink like i don't care until 
                               i am full of thunder 

you smell like Mexico,
                               familiar old soul

roads under our wheels, sand everywhere
tequila lime, salt, beer on breath
summer heat blowing from the border,
Mexico gets into my head,  and suddenly

you are more than just a girl in my arms
making me wish for more than just this road trip,
when i see a shooting star
in the pale moonlight, I kiss you hard     

you taste like Mexico, 
                               familiar old soul 

my hands reach for you as I come alive

    


Guitar and original music composition of Herotomost of Mexican Radio * ~ Thanks Corey ~  





Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight - Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight  - Tuesday

Last dance

the 

summer 

sizzled to your 

orgasmic singing

love to love you baby

got us all blushing and excited 

who could forget those disco nights, 

hot stuff was a rash, untempered seduction 

it was your throaty, lusty vocals that got us

thinking we want to be bad bad girls

stepping out for some mindless fun   
dimming all the throbbing lights    

swaying hips to pulsing beat

shaking inhibitions away   

hold me closer

let's dance 

tonight

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  OpenLinkNight:  I am not a Gemini, but rather a Taurus  :-)   

Farewell to the Disco Queen:   Donna Summer:   RIP (1948 - 2012);   (I am also sad that Robin Gibbs died.)    Here is one of her famous piece, Last Dance.   

An interesting article I read about her:  Queen of the Disco by Mirth and Motivation  
picture credit:   here

Everybody knows

everybody knows you love her

hand raised to be highest bidder

of her mercury affections, 

pinned above your right shoulder,
                                                  on the blue dipper     

everybody knows you love her

twisting your tongue to a babbler 

forgetting everyone but words

dripping from her ink, wounded sword, 
                                                            i disappear    

everybody knows you love her

every curve and line, her whispers

cutting insides like acid rock

wrapping your bruised heart in beanstalks,

                                                              all knew, but her     

  

Poetry form:   Florette
Rhyme scheme: a, a, b, a 
Meter (syllable count): 8, 8, 8, 12 
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.
The completed poem should consist of two or more stanzas. 


Posted for Imaginary Garden and Poetry Jam:   Theme on Everybody Knows by Canadian singer, Leonard Cohen:    I wrote this in the context of admiring an artist but if you have other thoughts, please let me know.   Thanks for the visit.   



Picture credit:   here

His music

icy wind blows
urban noise, termed as pop music,
from the car radio into the grey freeway
when
out of nowhere
his voice,    
husky pelt from lost valleys, 
croons 
slicing cement pavements into
pools of rain and deep ravines
i fall, into his arms, 
sucking   
slice of lime, salt and tequila 
my belly caving as his words hit the 
gravel peaks of love and tragedy,
my thigh pivoting to his beat, 
i exhale slowly 
the car, greased with his music,
races through the streets   




Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub:   Our music 
picture credit:   here

Though he is already dead, Elvis Presley is the first male artist I became very familiar with, through my mother who played all of his songs after his death.   Thanks to old movie clips and links, I remember him as a young and soulful crooner.                

To the sea

take me

to the shore,

lay me down the sands

warmed by afternoon sun,

scented by coral reef spray

listen to the roar of waves,

lilt and bass of whales and dolphins

carry me to the deep end,

    where fear pulses and fervor pierces,

stirring limbs into fins, arms into weeds,

awakening feral heart,

quivering for salt,

pour me,

unto the

naked

sea

 

Author's Note:   This is a revision of this post in my other blog but the source of my words came from this picture.   I live and work in the concrete city jungle so this post is just a creative expression for me.   I am also participating in the National Poetry Writing Month but my poems will be posted in my other blog.

Posted for OpenLinkNight:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - every Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub - every Tuesday at 3 pm EST

picture credit:   here

A broken heart

unfulfilled promises
lies and empty words
a broken heart


it happens everyday
they say


but, how do you move on ? 


how do you mend
a broken heart?




you can't


you live with it


scars, freckles, sorrow, bitterness, regrets


and write songs,
and pen poems,
painting, sculpting,  


until you feel the rain falling on your cheeks

                                               Al Green- How Can You Mend A Broken Heart 


Posted for:    Poets United:   Thursday Think Tank:   Music
and Flash Fiction Friday:   Tell a story in 55 words - for the G-man


Lyrics:   here
Picture credit:   here

Another love song

Sing me another love song

Because I have forgotten

Your affection in a letter

The sun has been hiding

Behind snow covered hills

Do you recall spring nights

Your hands cupping my face

With tender persuasion

That’s what I like

Making love with no words

Just the sound of the rain falling

Just the hush of leaves swaying

And as you kiss me

with a gentle dedication, I’ll recall

the words of another love song

Love And Affection 1976

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  Music with Marian:  Love and Affection by Joan Armatrading 


Picture credit:   here

Gently weeps

the morning dusk embrace me

warm like your hand on my bosom 

i hear your restful sounds on my side

as i gaze out the cloudless grey sky 

not for the first time, i ponder on white sea shell,

and faded beach picture tucked away in small box


remnants of another day, another place 
in time, makes me weep gently

i wonder if you know why i don't play  

the guitar anymore 

Posted for Poetry Jam:   Based on Santana's While my guitar gently weeps 
Shared for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   OpenLinkNight - Monday


I don't play the guitar; but the sounds are beautiful and made me write a melancholy poem.


picture credit:  here