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The musician plays, just for us

melissaoyler — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 04:40:14 +0000

Time stands still as I feel your hand on the small of my back
smile up at you as butterflies whisper at me to take a chance
I’m having a hard time deciphering which part of this is dream
but as I look in your eyes I decide dreams can be our reality.

And the drum beats in the background to the tune of my heart
As we leave that room and float somewhere on the edges of time
We live in the place where memory and fantasy join hands and smile
Today I know, this moment is right where I am supposed to be.

assignment drum

arjune — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 00:43:46 +0000

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North on highway 58 the FM tells us

downstairs

under something

center of the house

lucky for us it also tells us the danger zone

that’s where we are heading

I listen to the drumbeat against the top of the car

wind just died down

calm before the storm

we park at the top of a hill

watching the storm roll in

the rain and wind pick up

lightning races through the clouds

There! The first funnel cloud appears

Energy buzzes in my veins

I can feel the lightning sizzling the air around us

Dancing in the rain

the storm drums through me

pulsing wild tempo

in an instant I am transformed

I am alive

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muttmutt — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 13:58:55 +0000

Hide stretched tight across
Bent wooden frame,
The dance.

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rainy day concerto

red_ascot — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 10:07:18 +0000

like little drum beats
drops bombarding small puddles
music of the rain

giant thunder claps
resounding like timpani
more percussion now

in trees crickets chirp
rubbing wings like violins
nature’s string section

howling of the wind
as the gusts start to pick up
woodwinds in the clouds

bullfrogs grunting now
throaty, brassy echoings
season’s overture

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The best things in life are intangible

Heather — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 04:41:07 +0000

What can fill silence
But won’t make a drop in a
Fifty-gallon drum?

Answer it for yourself. My guess is it’ll be something that makes you happy. Consider it my gift to you. Happy holidays, poets!

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Joys of Toys

JessAnn — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:35:53 +0000

She loved Christmas,
Not for any of the normal reasons.
She hated the snow that blanketed everything.
She hated her house overflowing with family.

The one thing she liked about Christmas
Was shopping for her nephews.
Not that the little brats deserved presents
They were already far too spoiled.

She walked down the toy aisle
Past the educational toys
Past the action figures
Past the balls and bats

She stopped in front of the section
That held every mothers worst nightmare.
Not taking much time to deliberate,
She hastily loaded her cart

The next morning,
Over the combining sounds
Of a drum, a keyboard, and a harmonica
She heard her older, seemingly perfect sister mutter.
“Bitch.”

—
Oh, here.