Recording Mix Tape Of Music

I plugged boom box in wall
Grabbed blank cassette tape
Placed it in the slot
Turned dial to radio
I waited till song end
Next song starts
I quickly pressed record
Watched silently as music
Recorded to blank tape
I left it to record songs
Until tape stopped recording
Open and flip tape over
I repeated until both sides were done
I grabbed my Walkman
Placed my mix tape in
Ready to listen to music
While I ride my bike around block

April 17th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

You Are My Dog

You are my dog
I will give you everything
I will spoil you till the end of time
Your are my dog
I will take you places you have never gone
I will be yours
You will be mine
You are my dog
I will teach you tricks
I will love you
I will pet you every chance I get
You are my dog
I am here for you
You are my dog
I am yours
You are mine
I will love you till the end of time

Note: This is my attempt of writing a poem in a musical style. Musicals are my favorite type of music to listen too.

April 15th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Playing Flute Is Hard

She struggled with notes
Trying to play fast
Fingers moved stiffly
Music notes runs up and down
Slur groupings one after another
Falter as air deflates out.

Her cheeks red flush
She takes quick breath
Trying to catch up
A measure behind fellow flutists.

Music seems there is no rest
Her fingers falter
Slip between the keys of the flute
She looks exhausted; crestfallen.

Perhaps different instrument
Is what she needs
To continue enjoy being in the band.

April 22nd prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Nightly Poem Under Willow Tree

Night rolls in; sun dips under
Fireflies blink their lights delicately
On and off, on and off
Crickets come in with their chirping
A running brook gurgles water over rocks
Bull frog sounds it horn
Sweet tones comes to my hears
As pen on paper musical words
Fly upon the page in verse
Bringing out a poet’s nightly poem
Under the weeping willow
Leaves bristle a huanting tune
As wind blows through their branches
Forming my poem to right crescendo
Then pen lifts finish with final note
Nightly music sounds pause for brief silence
Before returning to their nightly musical song

April 17 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Street Music [Revision]

Sweet melody of faint music
Down distant street I hear.
Notes flowing up my way
In a jazzy kind of beat.
Hear the rhythm of blues
Makes me bounce along the street.
Closer I get to music crooning
More I would like to hear.
Around a corner I finally reach
Music, I hear what a beat.
A music player, playing a saxophone,
Jazzing along to his own rhythmic song.
I stopped to listen to his melody;
Took out my sticks to join the beat.
Our sound carried on the winds
People heard and stopped right through.