An empty room
Standing center stage
She waited for her cue
bassoon in hand
She breathed life into
"MI Stro" a ballad by
Piffston Grisser"
A song which curated
More than four minutes
She incorporated
" it's gotta be"
by Danny Dewmore
A very popular song
To the delight of those
In attendance and to those
Who were to view the film
The staff stood and applauded
She bowed and smiled
And then letter the stage.
I heard one saying "she wowed us"
Her male factor spoke whisper to
Her "I should be nervous to lose you
to someone who is as talented as you"
He kissed her. We found it to be romantic.
The reliance of performance allows us
To speak of you as "the deal sealer"
You have mourned in triumph to get the part!
We spoke this moment as her "monomythwhere
The bassoonist has arrived at stardom!
Going solo is no fun
when you are the only one
playing alone on your own
so show me your saxophone
and you may hold my trombone
then if I feel the need
I'll finger your keys
to vibrate the reed
'til my slide retracts
as we're a match made in heaven
quite the catch in fact
a musical marriage
and that's not all
we'll make beautiful music
yes we'll have us a ball
and altho' yours is woodwind
I have the itch to make a pass
so here's my pitch
you can kiss my brass
Lewis Allen Reed
was a really odd breed
wanted to take us all for a ride
but wrote about taking a walk on the wild side
not going well
this
i've got a tattoo of a butterfly on my right cheek
it will remain there til monday morning
there's a bouncy castle and a bubble machine
i'm smacking the hell out of the piñata on my daughter's behalf
but nothing doing
talking about industry and carbon emissions with the only other dad
test cricket and the weather
watermelon, pizza, and happy birthday
rainbows, unicorns and pass the parcel
balloons, bracelets and paw patrol plastic plates
but has anyone
heard the version of
Heroin on the
Rock 'n' Roll Animal album?
Man is but a fragile reed
swaying in the breeze
Better that than shelter need
in winter's arctic freeze
Day after day
Moments dragging by
Looking for a promise
That has left me dry
...and wanting
Doubt seeps in
Maybe understanding is dim
Sorrows and suffering
Make life dull and grim
...even in the LIGHT
Rhythm is warped
Music has no dance
Movement is sludge
I can't seem to advance
...in the fight
I have accepted habit
My eyes set on what is
My fire is smoldering
In what I can't fix
...in me
Voices announce failure
My heart hangs by a thread
I will hope in you my LOVE
And never give in to dread
...that looms like a cloud
What? My spirit is bruised
Like blood running under the skin
Seal up my vessel, oh lord
Help me to dream again
...with fresh innocence
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/15/2022
I usually use it for inspiration
or just to vent my frustration
someone said my words weren't plain
so i wrote To my critic
plainly go f**k themselves
To tell you the truth i could care less
well i could if i put in the effort
even my worst is better than their best
i don't write for them
i don't write for you
i write because that is what i do
So Trump checked in to Walter Reed
And asked them for a cure for greed
They said, "Crystal Meth -
Or you could choose death -
But Fort Knox is where we keep seed!"
I wish to sheer afar from people
who deem me as a broken reed
I dearly hate their nearness
I dearly dread of their
vicious words and deeds
cause they will give
me only
anguish
hate
A loathsome freezing quack seed walking upon a summer day
Was twisting her back and shaking her bootie in every kind of way
Along came a fluttering pack reed whose feet were made of clay.
He followed along at a distance, enjoying the sight of her sway.
What is that you are following his sister asked from her play.
They had just walked onto the property of their Uncle Willie B. Gay.
It is a loathsome freezing quack seed, he said, in a snotty way.
The quack seed heard him and quickly turned a brilliant ugly gray.
I am being followed by a fluttering pack reed, she told her Aunt May.
Auntie told her to stay on the phone, so she would be safe that day.
Both the quack seed and the pack reed fell into a swamp in the bay.
Disappearing together in a quagmire on the sweet little summer day.
Born golden littermates,
Reed and Diana are lifelong playmates.
In wooded bliss roam these furry twins,
Chasing critters to their lair and digging holes,
Much to their doting master's chagrin.
Gently gazing on a guest,
Their warm brown eyes glow with love upon them sown,
You can be sure they've known nothing but the Best!
With his watchful, wistful gaze.
Reed, the Guardian of his Diana and his human kin,
Gifts to her the freedom to laze.
He zealously keeps other dogs from his master's side.
Why should they enjoy his family's love,
When his heart is open wide?
Diana takes a calmer route,
Secure and serene,
This blond goddess knows she will never do without!
M. Renee Taylor
5-5-2010
Plea of the 'Bruised Reed'
On my knees; my head low
What to say I don't know
Can not speak yet it seems
though no words my heart screams
But that's the sound you hear
more than a word spoke clear
Each tear rings as stirred chimes
Each one dear not bound by time
In you're heart they're held tight
Kept safe from the world's bite
To you my worth is high
A gem tween earth and sky
But this I do not feel
I try but my head reels
My heart just can not see
the art you see in me
I have not much to give
By your Word I will live
I'll not let my faith go
Please help your child so low
Matthew 12:20
~FJ Thomas
02/09/2018
1 syllable words
What do they want to know
About me?
I'm fun loving, charismatic
A strong Leader
Who's Diplomatic
Never ask for much
I handle mines
By any "means"
I Can read between the lines
I'm the one people Love
I'm the flower that rose "above"
Concrete
I mastered streets
I made it out
without A chance of defeat
You may trap my body
But never my soul
Longs the world know who I became
I accomplished my goal
My name is Dante Reed Jr.
I'm From Baltimore
Born and Raised
A child of four siblings
Who made it through tough days
I am 24
But to you that's just a number
To me this an age of success
That may keep the people wondering
Longs i have the help of my creator
Who never sleep or slumber
I can truly say i made it
And my age is just A number
I'm so thankful and bless
To be here
I'm the Man who stands firm
And my GOD Is who I fear
Dante Reed Jr.
What am I feeling for you?
A futile yearning,
If I don't entertain it,
It will haunt me for the longest time.
I am sinking in you.
You are avoiding me
It is best you do that
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.
They got me transfixed,
This is just a feeling
That is heading to its tail?
You and me loving deep
With no strings attached.
Playing all games
Breaking all rules man made.
You are evading me
Your skin, your skin, your skin,
I'm peeping through window
Wine sipping through your pores
You stay so close
I am in a nuptial situation,
It is wrong for me to fall,
I am hiding, I am seeking
An emotion that will end.
Its you, its you, its you,
You are a tempting phenomenon
I am weak, a shaking reed,
In turbulent waters of desire,
A river rushing to its end.
when spiritual life is low
and failure fills the air
never despair
a bruised reed He will not break
cut-off nor forsake
but from the ember glow
present a further chance
to resume the kingdom dance
a double quatrain form
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