Tag Archives: music

09.01.21
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Tuna (an acrostic poem)

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The fish swarmed the small net.

Until that moment, Charlie was not that popular of a fish

Now they were Charlie’s army.  They swarmed in and swam with all their might

And the net snapped, allowing all of them to carry off Charlie as the music swelled

10.27.20
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Music (an acrostic poem)

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Making passionate love to my soul

Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers

Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me

It transports me to a place of tranquility

Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time

02.24.20
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Concert (an acrostic poem)

Conducting the music of her life

Olivia is quite the maestro

Never missing an up beat

Crescendoing past anything life threw at her

Everything is so legato under her masterful baton

Retarding to a stately pace when it was time to rest

The angels give her a standing ovation in her dreams

 

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01.17.20
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Cracked (an acrostic poem)

Cool façade in place, she entered the bar

Raucous music assaulted her ears, but her eyes never waivered

Ahead was the bar, and he was at the end of it

Cozying up behind him, she inhaled his musk one last time before she struck

Killing him might have been extreme, but he deserved it

Everyone screamed, but they were drowned out by the music

Downing her pill, she joined him for eternity

 

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08.05.19
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Pause (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps it was time to just quit

Amber decided that didn’t feel right

Unless she really wanted to give up, and that wasn’t her

So she put the saxophone away and folded up her music stand

Eleven minutes of practice still counted for something.  There was always tomorrow

 

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04.29.18
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Exposed (an acrostic poem)

Everyone was playing so well, but now it was time to crescendo

Xylophone mallets at the ready, Bob waited for his cue for his first ever solo

Practically tasting the increase in intensity, Bob’s hands started to sweat

Only Bob didn’t dare dry them, he just concentrated on not letting them slip

Suddenly it was time for Bob to play.  He swung the mallets downward

Everything slowed down as Bob watched it all go so wrong

Down went the poleaxed conductor, and so ended Bob’s career

 

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03.16.18
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Peanut Butter and Banana Dreams (a 150 word story)

Those people that thought Elvis was still alive made Travis laugh.  It had been almost 41 years since that fateful day and yet Travis could remember every intimate, crazy detail like it had been yesterday.  He was supposed to play Utica, New York on that tour.  Why on earth had they booked him in Utica?  Well Travis was happy it never happened.

Travis chuckled at that thought as he looked out the nursing home window.  He spent a lot of time thinking about the past and what might have been.  That was how Travis spent most of his time.  Getting older may suck, but the alternative was worse.  Besides, being 88 wasn’t that bad, really.  He still could enjoy his music and his peanut butter and banana sandwiches.  He then remembered the sequined jump suits.  Man he hated those.  Who thought they were a good idea?  They made him itch.

 

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