The Music Swings - I Don't (poem) by Roger A. Ochs on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by The Smoking Poet

Reviewed on July 25, 2005

Dancing to your own tune, Roger... brava.

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on June 9, 2005

Oh, nice one, Roger! Masterfully penned, clever and very entertaining.
Clearly you've still got it!
Best,
Carolyn

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on June 7, 2005

A perfect self-examination. I know the feeling these day,, myself. Very good stuff here.

Reviewed by D May (Reader)

Reviewed on June 6, 2005

Roger--I don't believe it! Close your eyes and let the music take you where it will. You belted this piece out and I swear I heard the music. :)

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on June 5, 2005

Love the way you put this one together!

Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci

Reviewed on June 5, 2005

Roger,

I really love the way you express things! I agree with Robert!
This stanza is excellent in the way of "show" verses
"tell" in poetry.
"The keyboard rolls
right hand soul moving tremelos
I'd tremble
a coward's rights
my sole contribution"
And for other reasons as well!

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on June 5, 2005

excellent juxtapositioning of images ... the analogy works great ...

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

And all because
the music swings
but I don't
anymore

damn..(lol)I love your style!
saved this one!

Vesna*

Reviewed by Edward Lupinacci

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

even a pendulm swings no mater how much time has passed
A rocking poem if I ever read one

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

Roger,

You got the music in you...boy, have you...and you've got me dancing to its funky beat. Clever! Creative! A masterpiece! BRAVO!!

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

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

Oh Roger, this poem is sooo creative! I enjoyed!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

Music is the language of the soul. Thank you for sharing this offering, Roger. Love and peace to you. Regis

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

Ever heard of temporary amnesia? total recall? momentary bursts of true clarity?

As long as you draw breath, hope springs eternal... here endeth the "rose-colored-glasses" sermon number 23... believe it! Your rock has not been entirely rolled away... of course, you're entitled to your opinion. I just don't happen to agree with it. (smile) katy xox

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 4, 2005

Unbelievable....so stop...rewind and star the music again....and go with the beat....its fun I promise...lol!!

ANd a one and a twooooo...and bugger you....are you getting old or WHAT!! Geeeeeeeeez pull those ears fast...and get the swing of it *:* okay!!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on June 3, 2005

Did I need to know the part of you being sex deprived...look Rufuz is still a virgin, maybe something could be arranged...? ;) Ed

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on June 3, 2005

Powerfully emotional poem. I love the way each instrument triggers a feeling. It is so true.
Thank you I really like this.(c :)

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on June 3, 2005

Now Roger that's not true, this poem rocks so you must have some swing left, you just have to stop telling yourself you don't!;-)

Eileen