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New poetry:

What Music is to Me

Music, what is it?
Just some vibrations, sound waves;
creating melodies, harmonies and rhythm
all tied together with craft and whit

Music makes us cry, it makes us scream, like when our favorite song comes on the radio, Hell Yeah, we scream and turn up the volume, sing to the steering wheel and bob back and fourth to the rhythm
It inspires us to dance, to cheer
It picks us up when we are down
It inspires us to love and feeds the passion for the one we love
It inspires us to triumph over our tragedies
It inspires us stand up to those who would oppress us;
like the nations held under the boot of another nation, an anthem made the country of Finland rise up and stand up to those who held them down and they overthrew that tyrant, even though this anthem was banned, the authorities knew the power of music
We sing for those lost, friends and family, heroes passed on
We use song to praise our God
We use music to describe the world around us
Music is our friend
Life would be boring without it

It is the piano
The strum of the guitar
The beat of the drum and the lively clatter of percussion
The sound of the sax, as sweet as brown sugar
The smooth sound of the horn, the trombone
The call of the bugle
The mystic sound of the strings, violins, cellos
The flute, calming and beautiful
The organ with its roar as loud as thunder
The voice, the oldest instrument of all
The majestic hail of the trumpet

Just as unique as each instrument are the song writers, composers and the performers
the great ones become one with the music, it flows through them, they can feel each note, each chord, each rhythm
They communicate their love, their fears, sadness, glory, pain and triumph in their own way
They let their passion flow through their music
Without passion, there is nothing, just notes, to feel the music is a must

Of all this;
there would be no hail of the trumpet, no harmony, no love song, if not for those who teach
though the song, the passion, is deep inside every musician, that passion must be let out, that musician must learn technique, theory
Each musician must grow confidence in their craft, sometimes they need a push
Sometimes, they need a hand to pick them up after they fall, and a pat on the back after the audition that went bad, like when you come to the climax of a piece and hit a wrong note, then again it was your dear teacher who told you to play through that mistake, to continue like it never happened and that's why you win the part
Every musician needs someone to give them a spark, to light their fire of passion
they need a teacher to give them a shove

Let the trumpet call
Let the voice carry through the wind
Let the women dance and the men jam
Give me Jazz
Give me the Blues
Give me Classical
Give me Rock and Roll
Let me feel it and never forget

Give us the answer, you say
What is music?
Music drives our soul
Music, inspires us to live

In dedication to Sam Mayes a wonderful educator who inspired a lot of creativity in me and many others

My Dedication to Debbie Sklare

October 18, 1956 - April 17, 2009

Debbie Sklare was a good friend of mine who passed away way too soon. She was a person who was friends with just about everyone she met. She was also a person of great humor and she gave selflessly. She was admired by everyone she knew and she was fiercely loyal to her friends and family. This poem is simply titled "Debbie" it speaks of the feeling I shared with others on the day of her memorial.

We remember our dear friend Debbie
A friend whose bond today extends past the hands of time;
And reaches from heaven to Earth
A light that shines in our hearts,
And warms our hearts
And that light is deep within us all right now,
And will always be forevermore
Her selflessness, her humor, and good will shine bright
It resides in all those who held her close
Her laughter still echoes through the wind

Though we are broken hearted today,
this same light will heal our broken hearts.

We should not suffer, but instead be thankful we were blessed,
To know such a beautiful soul
And know she is at peace,
in a place of such beauty unimaginable to us
Take heed of what she has given us,
And give to others, as she selflessly gave to us
She’s not gone, just in our hearts shining bright
We are all greater for knowing her, loving her, and being her friend

In dedication to Debbie Sklare

Captains

Oh Captain! My Captain!
I call to thee again

Too many ships are lost at sea
Destinations lost, have we

The Captain’s honor so greatly cherished,
Has nearly become vanished

So now I look to your guidance, as we knew of long ago
For you, in times of turmoil before, steered the ship home

Oh Captain! My Captain! I call with desperate tone
Show us your honor that was known so long ago

Captains be captains
For it is great honor to inspire man

Fathers be fathers
For it is great honor to guide son and daughter

Husbands be husbands and wives be wives
Love and cherish, for example will change others lives

Oh Captain! My Captain, where has our honor gone?
Will our great vessel withdraw?

Give us the vision to see beyond our greed
For it has stabbed us and now we bleed

Let us see again that honor is not just a good feeling, but a way of life
To live each day with honor is what we must strive

Help us to see the world around us
Help us give a hand to those lost

Oh Captain! My Captain to whom do I call?
It is you, dear citizens, be one, but remember all

Captains to you I call, heed this call…

This is a call not to politicians of past nor present, but rather its citizens. Lead by example, lead with honor as Lincoln once did. We have lost our ability to see honor of country, family and humanity. Our greed and shortsightedness has nearly destroyed us. Only by the Captains shall we become great again.

By Timothy J. House for the bicentennial of Abraham Lincoln’s birth

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