MUSIC SERIES – Radio Silence

This poem was inspired by Bing Crosby’s White Christmas, from the movie. 🙂 Merry Christmas those of you who celebrate, and happy holidays to everyone else.

 

Radio Silence

 

The static of Bing on the radio

swallows the silence of the sitting room

like the fizz of the crackling fire

as it smolders the logs of maple wood.

 

I wonder if that’s how he felt singing

on the stage of Paramount Studios,

surrounded by boys dressed up like soldiers

and mortar bombs dropping in the background.

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MUSIC SERIES – Phantoms

I’ve been listening to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack on repeat all weekend to help me relax while I work on my finals, so it seems only fitting to write a poem based on Gollum’s Song from the Two Towers. Enjoy!

 

Phantoms

In the solemn silence of night

I recognize my white fingers

as ghosts, wriggling in darkness

like fish beneath the still waters.

 

Soon a footstep catches the rocks

and cries out into the unknown.

Then, those specters become shadows

like the sharks that wait in the deep.

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MUSIC SERIES – California Snow

December means the holidays are here! This poem was inspired by Let It Snow by Dean Martin.

 

California Snow

 

I pictured the first snowfall

like a Macy’s commercial

where kids could run out in knee-highs

to savor the flakes on their tongue,

 

not amidst a heavy downpour

where steel drops of rainwater

froze to hail as little knives

that cut through my black umbrella.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – The Gypsy Girl

This poem was inspired (strangely) by Like a G6 by Far East Movement. Specifically the opening. I meant it when I said don’t question the Muse. 😉

 

The Gypsy Girl

 

The lips of the gypsy curled

like the Cheshire cat’s

as she felt his hands grip her hips

the way bears grab at river fish.

 

Her invisible fingertips

picked at his pockets

then she slipped away in the stream

laughing about how mad he was.

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MUSIC SERIES – Sunday Rains

This poem was inspired by The Escapist, the second half of the song Death and All His Friends, by Coldplay.

Sunday Rains

 

When I am in my Sunday chair

with a cup seated lazily

on the woven wicker coaster,

its steam rolling over the rim,

 

I can look out the latched windows,

through the misty streets of New York

to the dimly lit country house

hidden five miles past Bozeman.

 

The station becomes Fairy Lake;

the stairs a winding waterfall

for people in suits to go swim

in the waters of the subway.

 

I suppose that makes me the shrubbery;

a scrub far beneath the hedge funds

waiting for rain to trickle down

on the tin roof of my apartment.

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Dinner for My Dog (and Other Haikus)

YouTube

The electric lull

hums from the computer screen

like a lullaby.

 

Book Shop

The scent of paper

coated by distinguished dust

lingers at the door.

 

Singing in the Car

My thumb taps the top

where the window meets the door,

my voice in the wind.

 

Tripping and Falling

I can taste the dirt

between the blood on my lips

and the dry concrete.

 

Dinner for My Dog

His skittering steps

turn into the thumping bounds

to get to his bowl.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Jungle

This poem was inspired by My Hero, by Foo Fighters. Also, Happy Veteran’s Day everyone. Support your Vets. ❤

 

The Jungle

 

Walking down the rainy sidewalk

with a knapsack tied to a branch,

dressed in a heavy blue jacket

and a bit of distinguished scruff,

 

is how I have come to picture

the veteran on the corner

of Fifth Street and Towne Avenue

when I see him from my car door.

 

I wonder if that’s how it felt

when he trudged through the winter mud,

wrapped with the weight of his country

like a cloak to keep back the cold

 

or if he condemns the forest

of chains fenced in to keep him out;

kept the prisoner to a war

inside the concrete jungle called home.

——

 

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MUSIC SERIES – The Bannerman

Hey there. This poem was inspired by Queen’s We Will Rock You. Oh, and make sure you go vote! 🙂

 

The Bannerman

 

The thunder of cavalry boots

roars along the cobblestone road

like the crack of rain from the clouds

as they rush to form their ranks

 

and spattered in cold blood, long dried

rises the ancient bannerman,

like a conductor with his wand

sending instruments off to play.

——

 

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LOVE POEM #116 – Serenades

Serenades

 

The echoes down the corridor

called out to my wandering eyes

as though my cold bench was a ship

clasped by a siren’s serenade.

 

Is this how lonely Dido felt

when she heard the crunch of dry leaves

beneath the pious Aeneas

before he parted the forest?

 

For when he rounded the corner,

that song of Cupid ignited,

turning my metal caravan

into a bed of burning coals.

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MUSIC SERIES – Zombies

Spooky season is almost over, but I wanted to write a poem inspired by This is Halloween…so here it is. 😀

 

Zombies

 

You will see them on the sidewalk

in search of sweet morsels;

their legs scraping along the way

as they savor their treats.

 

They lurch into a sudden sprint

toward my small corner house.

I can hear their fingers scratching

as they try to get in.

——

 

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