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Every Beat

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Every Beat

Every drum beat
as the trumpet cries
to my soul
keeps my pulse in rhythmic flow

Stopping short for the moments
which take my breath away
and flowing with the rhythm
tapping my feet in time

As my shoulders move
dancing in my seat
throbbing heart of joy
pleasures at the beats

This is what music does
capturing rhythm in my soul
enriching heart flow
taking my breath away
and bringing it back

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Today’s poem is in response to this Prompt.

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And This is What Brass Sounds Like “Rise” and Write – National Poetry Month April 26 2020

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Let’s write a poem to this music from Herb Alpert – “Rise” What comes to mind with this music? Or perhaps a poem about what it means to rise up. Or maybe a poem about your favorite musician. The possibilities are endless! Of course, please share what you write.

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Let’s Get Lyrical – National Poetry Month

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Let’s write a lyrical poem. There have been a few times when I have written a poem which I thought could be put to music. Since I do not write music, I would need someone who does this to collaborate with me. Let’s give it a shot! Remember it doesn’t have to rhyme to become a song. Listen to some songs and you will hear what I mean. Of course, please do share your poem in comments by the poem or link. Thank you!

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Prompt: Ring
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Circling to my Soul

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Around the turntable the vinyl spins, the little circle spindled
Needles tracking and magically, sounds of Kansas reach my ears
Dust in the Wind plays to my soul, creating thoughts and sending electric vibes
Dropping another hit mix to the table Janis belts out her heart
Cat waits his turn while I sing along with my girl
And this is how it is when music speaks to my soul

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This is a combination of prompts of my Kansas prompt for National Poetry Month and of the weekly Six Sentence Story prompt by Girlie on the Edge.
Who knows what tomorrow might bring.

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The Spirit of Music Plays On

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The Spirit of Music Plays On

As I look at the tan shaded keys of the piano

Crackled dingey and peeling

Melodies are now memories

Of the time when elegance was about tea and piano time

When we all dressed proper and sang deep from the soul

Just as when we faced the hurricanes

We gathered at the farm

Secured the property

Gathered by the waiting piano

Until the master touched the keys

And all worries of wind and rain

Were belted out to calm the storms

And we survived

Our dear piano survived

Always leaving us with peace

Each day was another day of hope

Ballads and nursery tunes alike

Grew the spirit

Another moment to survive

Another moment to love

And as we faced the pandemic

The old soul piano was still there with us

Some have passed on

But the music remained

It comforted us as we once again gathered

And realized that all the riches of the world

Could not do more than the riches of knowing

We had each other

We still had music

We still had soul

Looking at the old piano

Abandoned by time and loss

I leave a yellow rose of joy

For time has leant more than anything else

And I am grateful for the song

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