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devotion, dream, love, natural disasters, people, time,
I was thinking
of you touching my belly
in one moment in time,
and me kissing your shoulder
I was thinking
the sound of bass
I have no wishes.
I was just thinking
how it could be
if the world stayed round
but got so much smaller,
for only one room to be,
for you and me.
girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, passion, sweet, sweet,
Velvety bass tones
Of sweet love
Flow from my mouth
In rhythmic style
You stay on the phone,
And all the while
You are here as well
Laying softly in my bed
And all is right
As passion is fed
One sweet caress
And life is good
And this is love
Which long has stood
allegory, anniversary, family, happiness, husband, life, love, nostalgia, people, wedding, i love you,
… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble
‘… I Love You …’ Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello’
and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow
Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow
Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato …
… Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato’
… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled
… My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro
adventure, fish, fun, poetry, sea, silly, word play,
I'd love to live a sea life,
there's just so much to do.
It would never ever be boring,
in the deep deep ocean blue.
I could juggle with clownfish,
sunbathe with the rays,
take off with the pilot whales,
and go blading with skates
Blow balloons with the pufferfish,
play pool with a shark
go hunting with sea lions,
teach a dogfish to bark
I could strum with guitarfish,
play piano with tunas,
make jazz with a bass,
then go solo with groupers
And we'd all have sea-cucumber sandwiches for lunch,
and jellyfish for desert.
adventure, fun, grandchild, grandson, snow,
Snowflakes arrive upon the scene
Showing off in grand fashion
Doing somersaults as they approach the ground
My eyes begin to sing!
Coating my city like icing on my favorite cake
Angel food cake with almond butter icing!
One more slice please!
I'll have a second serving!
Soon I'll be at my favorite place sledding with my grandson, Sebastian
Tossing and turning on our inner-tubes at Stubb's Park and sipping on warm cocoa
Snowflakes paving the way for one extraordinary day!
My city iced like the most delightful cake
We got our sleds in the trunk and we are on our way!
For my bud, Sea-bass
beautiful, emotions, feelings, , cute,
Looking back on my puppy love
I remember how cute he was.
Dancing at the disco to Albatross.
Body to teenage body.
Not long past puberty.
That pulsing bass beat.
That first kiss was French.
Down on the quay.
My father not too far away.
Taxi driver for the night.
Still we were enraptured.
Entwined in innocent embrace.
I will never forget those lips on mine.
True love has eluded me.
Although I search in vain.
I have been abused in every way.
So if I must make a choice,
Take me back to those teenage boys.
Send some puppy love my way.
devotionme, love, me, i love you,
In these days of the dance
I will handle the bass
And strike with my finger
The strings of the guitar
Playing the tunes of love
Just to sing I love you Lord
You took me from the miry clay
You are my rock and stay
In your goodness and mercies
You showered me blessings
You school me in your kingdom college
That inspires my every knowledge
To you I give my whole heart
It will remain like that
I won’t cause heart break
For I have known how it pains
Let me be simple and plain
I want you to believe this:
I will not stir your jealousy
I will not break your heart, never
This is my song forever
This is the tune I’ll keep playing for love
Just to sing I love you Lord.
the bass line is woman walking
talking kissing making love
the bass line is a fish in stripes
a hook in time the bass line
is eadg its almost easy
a bass line
next to the beat
has feet is a woman walking
alone in her thoughts that no one sees
her desires a bass line
in brass a woman walking
her heels clicking
a cat on fire
sweeping brushing beats
cleats hushing echoes her steps
boots ***** cats hips
darkness lions a bass line
For to say I see beyond your face
To a soul on fire is but a trace
To how deep we interlace
Entwined bodies golden grace
We began our habitation on the floor
Old futon mattress, bedroom no door.
The classic poverty roaches and more
To twenty years later, king size galore.
For to say I hear you beyond your words
To a sound blown sweetly for little birds
To a refined quip on artists preferred
Defined ideas inspiration spurred.
We began our love song in a basement tomb
One broken bass amp, an unfinished room
The classic garage band dreams and fume
To twenty years later, still bride and groom.
Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
childhood, devotion, family, children, happiness, hope, love,
Little hands, folded, praying suppertime grace,
Little hands, laughing, caressing my face
Little hands, gluing, covered in paste
Little hands, sticky, fixing a vase
Little hands, strumming, trying to play bass
Little hands, playing, giving butterfly chase
Little hands, toddling, trying to keep pace
Little hands, trusting, in big hands encased
Little hands, running, winning a race
Little hands, dancing, dressed up in lace
Little hands, dreaming, in a far-away place
Little hands, loving, time can not erase
Little hands, little hands, I adore you, my ace
Little hands, oh little hands, you’re my heart’s sweet embrace
musicme, music, love, me, music,
The music that moves me is death core
Its the one genre of music in which I adore.
It moves my adrenaline and makes me feel alive
without it I wouldn't know how to survive.
I know it's different but I love it so.
I wish people wouldn't judge and give it a try ya know?
Music of speed and bass moves me.
And makes me feel loose and free.
I love to crank it up loud and dance around.
The music in itself produces a genuine sound.
I feel like it is my escape when things bare down.
when listening to it everything just seems to slowdown.
confusion, girl, me, me,
she loves the way i swing a mic
she loves my every move
she loves the way my voice can turn
from screaming to so smooth
she loves the groovy bass and still
she just wants me to know
she hates me more than anyone
she loves my head as it swings
from side to side all night
she loves my band and comes along
every show despite
her hatred for me and my voice
my smile and everything in between
but most of all she hates my kiss
and bites me with sharp teeth
Anna J Carroll
inspirational, music, me, me,
Press of one button
Hear of the sounds
I feel better now
It gives me joy
It soothes my soul
It gives me hope
Turn it up loud
Turn it up louder
I just want to scream from all the excitement
I don't want to be angry
Give me the mic
I just want to sing
At times I'll just let it play
Don't have to think
I love & appreciate
The sound of music
body, feelings, princess, romance, romantic,
Mei tere kaamar par Paada
Bass pakad key rhakhan
With a pinch ..............on your
Saamaj gayie meri jaan
With love all
My MP3 player; My notebook,
My headphones; My pen,
The music; The script,
The bass; The ink flow,
Bullet for my Valentine; Robert Frost.
My CD player; My piece of paper,
My stereo; My pencil,
The sound; The wording,
The rewind; The eraser,
Avenged Sevenfold; Shel Silverstein.
Windows Media Player; Microsoft Word Document,
My speakers; My keyboard
The volume; The font,
The play button; The print button,
Nirvana; William Shakespeare
Two of my greatest loves
dedication, friendship, integrity,
What a privilege
It has been
To have Pam in my life
As a dear friend
Someone so honest
And most trustworthy
With real compassion
And much integrity
She listened when I needed
Someone to talk to
And if she said she’d do something
It was just what she would do
She truly inspired me
With her professional skills
Giving me knowledge to never forget
And I never will
Her inner light
Was visible all the time
And I’ll always remember
Dedicated to Pam Bass
January 14, 2009
Florence McMillian (Flo)
fantasy, love, passion, me,
You're lost in the charm of a midnight ride,
as I imagine your body as the chest
where the ring resides.
Truancy of care;
hide ablaze and bare,
not an inch of YOU is spared.
A blank canvas,
you let me paint whatever the ( ) I want.
Mixed and swirled,
I paint an absent world;
makes your limbs unfurl.
Soft kiss on the lips,
a consummate eclipse.
got a feeling of anti-gravity.
Space in its multitude
has got no law governing me and you.
Deep inside sounds like a funky bass line;
got a perfect twang like two bodies intertwined.
Staring number three right in the face,
ubiquitous ecstasy has found its place.
absence, addiction, art,
The sound of the bass
Triggered the noise
Just minutes to sunset
Music filled the streets
Paving the crowd
He stood beside me
Far away from the stage
He looked calm and discreet
Tired by the responsibilities
And the monotony of his work
For him, stardom's heaven
Loved and respected,
Envied by men,
And greeted by schmoes
A life he wished for
But love, his nemesis
Washed away his zeal
Took him far down
To a place
From where there was no escape
He stood numb, locked in dreams
He wished to stay there
With the noise at its peak
I watched my son
Lost in his world
friendship, introspection, lost love, nostalgia, write, music, music, write,
I don't write music anymore
And I'm not dancing alone in my room
The mirror reflects nothing but still life
And the speakers simply shout static
My bed is empty and unkempt
And I no longer rock, nor roll in my chair
Still, it moves
With aid from a ghost or perhaps,
For the window is shattered
Like ear drums by blaring bass lines
So, no, I don't write music anymore
But I'm still stuck on stanzas
Anthony Vande Brake
inspirational, life, passion, me, me,
They tell me to be a crash cymbal,
bright, shimmering, and loud.
I tell them I am a bass drum,
deep, defiant, and dark.
They tell me to be a drumstick,
a leader, controlling, and commanding.
I tell them I am the hands,
taking in the rhythm fo life and changing it to beautiful music.
They tell me to be the teacher,
commanding, knowledgeable, and listening.
I tell them I am the student,
ever learning, stubborn, yet growing.
They tell me to be a professional,
excellent, amazing, and admirable.
I tell them I am just an average person,
doing something I love and trying to make it work.
love, romance, love,
To love you is like
Learning in the kindergarten,
Honor your teacher with
All the heart and soul.
To love you is like
To learn the song,
To sing as you want
With your tone & bass.
But I have learned not to
Worry and walk with you,
I have learned not to
Ask you any question.
May be it's astonishing
To a man in this world,
Give you endless support
But this is our fate.
Because a girls heart
Is the most precious thing
All over in the world,
I have learned this too.
My father is the drummer
They call him MR. Brooklyn Covington
Mike does most of the vocals
And man this guy's voice is amazing
Todd gets his groove on playing bass guitar
he have you flowing
Then Jim jumps on the scene
And start rocking his mandolin
They call me a groupie
and no I'm not stalking the band
I just love them all
Because I'm their number one fan
so clear your schedule and don't be late
You don't want to miss this band their called
Dipped in chocolate
Red like cherries
That skin, those lips, those eyes
Deep as a bass drum
Chiseled like a sculpture
Rising like the morning sun
That voice, that body, your manhood
Serenading me with your deep voice
Sending chills down my spine
While I run my hands all over your chiseled body
That chocolate man
With the red cherry lips
And hypnotizingly beautiful eyes
I will let his rising manhood
Set on my horizon
husband, on work and working
Hon, I’m going fishing, can you mow the grass while I’m gone?
I’ve worked hard this week; I’m too tired to do the lawn.
The sun is too hot and the mower is out of gas.
Thanks hon, I’ll bring you home a big bass.
Don’t forget that tonight is my night to proclaim.
The guys will be over to watch the Braves’ game.
Hon would you be a perfect dear,
stop by the store and get some beer?
Oh, you might need to put air in the tires and check the oil;
while you are at it, have it serviced for sparks and coil.
The steering is off; you might have that checked too.
Honey, by the way, I sincerely love you.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Remind me, the clowns of my days
How love was almost like a myth
And pain was a tragic time for all
back then everything was in black in white
I was wrong
And you were right
The drums would play
With a bass in my heart
You gave a kiss
But I gave a shadow
It was a silence
that no one can adore
I count them
One night there was four
I am better now
I am sane in my mind
Or I am an actress
A good one at that
Follow my heart
Ta-tum ta-tum ta-tum
Life goes on