The Organ Grinder and the Monkey. (poem) by Peter J. Oszmann on AuthorsDen

The Organ Grinder and the Monkey.
by Peter J. Oszmann → (All Poetry by Peter J. Oszmann)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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If music �be the food of love, I�d play The organ to enchant the world with sound� If only my fingers didn�t feel like clay And if the right melody could be found� But all my efforts sound just like grinding, Empty noises that only monkeys make, Would-be pleasure turns to agonising, As my labours turn into �big mistake�. I was �grinding� the organ when above, Into a frame, a monkey came along, Shook his head and said: �Quickly off you shove, You are the monkey� and I am the song�� � P. J. Oszmann (2002) �Illustration: Photomontage created in Photoshop (2002) The illustration is a sneak photo of �yours truly� grinding the organ� which was the inspiration for writing the verse� The monkey in the frame was superimposed on the original colour etching� The monkey grinding the organ� is the original monkey� yours truly�

Reviewed by Patrick McCormick

Reviewed on April 21, 2005

I enjoyed this. Nicely written.

Pat (Also from the early thirties.

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Music flows through "The Organ Grinder and the Monkey", and the words poetize the pictures.

"The Organ Grinder and the Monkey" is a poem to enrich the bank of Poetry.

Andre Emmaunel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on April 17, 2005

Yours Truly,
Thanks for the sneak peek, finally!! and this wonderful and delightful fun poem.
I love this. it just sings. This poem of song shows companionship friendship and fun. It's Great!
Thank You for this big smile!(c:)
Tracey xooxox

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 16, 2005

So this is your new "venture", glad to see you are making good money at it...do you have a little tin cup too...? Ed

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

lol..enjoyed this

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

enjoyed the read

Reviewed by D May (Reader)

Loved this write. I could hear the music, despite the hands of clay, as music is born within.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Monkey see, monkey do. Cute.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Peter,

Don't be so depreciating--you know you love it! :) Play away, Organ Grinder! And please, keep writing more of these entertaining little vignettes of your life. :)

BRAVO, my friend! At least you can play! NOT ME!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

LOVE the pic :) I knew you were the one in blue with the friendly hair (it's waving to everybody). :)