My dad (MidiMike) asked me to share a poem with all of you that I wrote for him when I was younger. He has always been a huge influence in my life. I’m certain that my love of music comes from him, as does my love of poetry. I hope this poem gives you a little insight on what it was like to be raised by a musician.- Alisa
Heritage Haiku
My dad wrote over
One hundred songs in my life.
I still quote the words.
“If you think that your
Paradise is a place then
You’ll never find it.”
His basement band shook
My bedroom floor, creating
Huge waterbed waves.
Lessons learned from Sting,
David Bowie, and Pink Floyd.
“We could be heroes.”
Ran sound on weekends
I slept under his sound board.
Protected by wires.
For years he worked at
A music store. Customers
Were my fathers too.
Microphones, ADATs,
His baby grand piano.
Guitars not Barbies.
Xcellent. Thanks and to your Dad!
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Ha! Very cool and much appreciated.
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From myself, you are very welcome. I am sure Alisa is smiling!
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Wow. I like this so much. I feel the love. Wonderful.
All the very best for 2016. Kris.
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Thank you! Growing up it is sometimes hard to know what will end up as important events that shape our lives. Grown up we can see the effect and understand the beauty around us. To you as well!
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Your dad sounds like a lovely man. Lovely poem! Thank you for sharing this and for your visit.
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I have my moments! I do try, and thank you for the compliments and comments!
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Rock on kid! Your dad’s raising you right!
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The saying was, ‘if there is a lot of noise dad is home and we are safe’!
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That’s a good one!
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It worked for us!
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Fabulous.
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Thanks!
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This is awesome. Your daughter is awesome.
I feel kind of nostalgic at the soundboards – we were once small enough to crawl under but now we’re too big to fit comfortably. Cats are lucky, they fit into anything ):
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Thank you! It is an experience that binds and roots our thoughts. An understanding others do not have. Cats are lucky!
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So very cool! I love this.
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Perfect. I thank you. She will be happy as well!
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This an awesome write- so glad you shared this!
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Excellent. I am incapable of even writing a Haiku, so I thank you again for the comment.
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I love it! Keep writing :))
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Guaranteed! LOL
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Yay! Good!! :))
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This makes me smile hugely. As a parent I can think of nothing better…this says volumes about both of you and your relationship.
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It is often difficult to know the affect we have on others. As parents it is always a guessing game; with so much at stake. But because of the foundation our relationship continues to grow closer. You would have thought I planned it that way LOL! Thank you again.
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Rock on, Dad! Lol.
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That was my thought too!
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Wow., that kid can write poetry.. beautiful
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I know! I wish some of it would rub off on me! Thank you so much.
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Good on your Dad 🙂
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I was raised with music all around so I figured it can’t be all bad! Thank you!
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This is lovely! It is interesting to hear her perspective. It made me realize that my love of music started with my dad. He always had music on. Sometimes we listened to the moody blues in the dark and watched the fishtank. Beatles, frank, beegees, billy Joel, and my brother got me into rock like Eddie money (shaking ), AC/DC, Def leopard, and van halen, and then I found u2 and bruce and billy idol, and the love affair continues. My daughter loves music too. She’s constantly listening to symphonies or lana del rey, or adele, or Shoskovitch or ariana grande. I’m always playing music.
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Loooooooovely
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Ha! Thanks!
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I liked this!
When music is a lifetime dedication, it expands with every word or note. I no doubt believe that your experiences of your Father and music has shaped the way you look at music today.
I find his tutorials really good and I know many others do. I think you’re lucky to have him as your dad and he is blessed to have you as his daughter.
Best wishes!
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Thank you again! I will try not to answer for Alisa, but for my past I am humbled, blessed and thankful.
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Hi midimike. Sounds like a baptism of fire! Thank you for liking my poems The Fort! Derelict! and The Blood! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Ahhh! My Dad is also a music guy and I spent many a very happy evening listening, playing and writing with him. In fact, some of the best memories of the best years. Awesome post from you and your very talented daughter!
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Musicians can make good dads. Musicians that also write are special. I have great musical memories of my mother. They will remain forever. Thank you and I will pass along the compliment!
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Dunhwa gets
water-heating pot,
slips on orange hand-
knit or crocheted
slipper socks, rattles
cups behind drawn shade, then she
reappears, uncurls
new rice paper paintings for
visitor
to see. He wants them
all, picks one.
Her kindness
comes from magic heart
connected to roots
sunk in old markets:
men without eyes, Eve creates,
men think, women birth,
are attached to earth. First woman
means new life
but paint dries in so
many ways:
over and
over to find the right flow.
Dunhwa hides
nothing, moves forward,
discovers her path
as she goes,
creates as a woman should,
as one who
is directed by
universal tug.
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❤
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