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8th Notes

The Notes tickle my ears with the sounds of the trumpet.
My life uses the notes to make a sound.
Jazz from the saxophone whispers in my heart.
As the eighth Notes are played from the sounds of many a story runs through my head.
The day is bright and early
The sun is shining bright.
Music is wonderfully thought of and completed through life.
The country music sounds with the love and compassion of one.
My life beats with the love of the music.
My love keeps me running in directions.
Then as my dream fades away I realize my mistake.
I don't let others that provoke music know of the glory of it all.
Then as my song comes to an end i think to my self.
Without music life is a dull boring place.
To what may i find?
Nothing without the sounds playing in my head.
While I lay in my bed i hum myself to sleep
with the song of my dream.
To dream my musical dream.

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Written June 13th, 2003

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  • February 6, 2005
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    Great poem. Love it.

  • ShelbyM
    June 18, 2003
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    I like this poem it is great


  • Ava Noire silver member
    June 16, 2003
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    The idea is strong - music can provide so much comfort to one. I do feel this could be tightened up in some areas, maybe work on word choice as well. But otherwise a good piece you've started.

  • sharpstone2001
    June 14, 2003
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    a good idea... but it doesn't seem to be put together very well, or atleast as well it could be. it just seems kinda jumbled together... doesn't make much sence as you read it... but neither does jazz music... so what do i know? answer: not enough


  • June 13, 2003
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    "To what mat i find?" might be "To what may I find?"
    your ending reminds me of some of my dreaming poems I have.. virgin dreams.. it's great. the only thing that didn't really make sense is saxophones whispering... maybe flutes can whisper. I was in band used to play the alto saxiphone for a few years and never experienced them whispering.. good luck in the contest I'm realy goig to enjoy this one.

  • Silver Surfer 8
    June 13, 2003
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    I love the thought of this contest. I hope i win. Good job with the idea. music is my life too so i figured that this would be easier for me to do. N-E way i hope you visit my page and tell me what you think. Aight Bye

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