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What Are We Waiting For?
by JJ JohnsonYour song lilts like a whistling parakeet
Touch the paper and feel the rhythm on this sheet
Of all the songs I've penned there is no finer tune
You're the song I want to sing, mine are picayune
If you think you're out of key you couldn't be more wrong
Lyrics intertwined with chords, you're no common song
Word after word I write, but me, I'm out of key
The gate stays locked till you're in harmony with me
I'll search through every note that I have not explored
Sooner or later I'll discover your lost chord
Some songs come naturally, some must be lived through
Only time will tell if I can tune up with you
The words are all there, but the songs are incomplete
I can't play them for you, my songs are all effete
Yet if we were together you could feel the beat
Of this song you've inspired in one who is aesthete
04/16/1988 Posted on 03/16/2010
Copyright © 2026 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/16/10 at 09:42 AM personally, I find rhyming so difficult and incongruent with how I write, but I adore poets who can work within such parameters and offer a meaningful message within it...kudos poet, lovely tribute...peace, jewels xoxox |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/16/10 at 07:02 PM I think you handled the form exceptionally well here. It's tough, but this has a really nicely done, lyrical quality to it. |
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