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 May 2013 CRH
DieingEmbers
Pheonix grows wings
borne up
upon the scent of coffee bean
trailing heat
born fresh
from rising steam
her beauty
captured
in half open eyes
as morning
calls her
once more arise
Coffee and kisses the only things mornings should be full of
 May 2013 CRH
LD Goodwin
Of friends I haven't many you see.
Most don't take the time to know me.
But one reads me like a book,
and keeps me in her nook.
I feel her old soul,
diamond from coal,
let's me be
me for
me.



*A little gift for Rebecca Askew one of my favorites here on HP
A Nonet is a nine line poem, with the first line containing nine syllables, the next eight, so on until the last line has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject, and rhyming is optional.
Harrogate, TN May 2013
 May 2013 CRH
LD Goodwin
Take Five
 May 2013 CRH
LD Goodwin
The left hand works the bass,
and the right, the treble lead.
Contrapuntal melodies
for piano, bass, and reed.

Drummer sets the groove,
from the numbers on the page.
No one knows why they dig it,
when Brubeck hits the stage.

Where the one? Asks the guitarist.
Just close your eyes and play.
One, will come around
later in the day.

Over 60 years of coolness,
his timing was the rage.
We'd count it out and all take five,
when Brubeck hit the stage.


*2/4, 3/4, 4/4, 5/4, 6/4, 6/8, 7/4, 9/8, 13/4
Just some of the time signatures Dave would use for his compositions.
Timing was his signature.

David Warren Brubeck
Jazz Pianist and Composer

Born: December 6, 1920
Concord, California, U.S.
Died: December 5, 2012 (aged 91)
Norwalk, Connecticut, U.S.
Harrogate,TN  May 2013
 May 2013 CRH
Redshift
i wanted.
 May 2013 CRH
Redshift
i wanted to
sit next to you
absorb
you
i wanted to
lean into you
feel
you
i wanted to
see how your shoulder felt
against my cheek
i wanted to
have you
put your arm
around me
just to see
how it felt
i wanted to
feel
you
but i don't even know you.
 May 2013 CRH
September
I wish I could skin you of sadness
and offer you more than just
two arms
a shoulder
a heartbeat.
Title is possibly my favorite Arcade Fire song.
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